Killer Of Gods 소설 & 이야기

If he was telling her the truth, she would determine that he has some sort of long-term amnesia. Goldie seemed like the perfect key. It’s almost as if God was serving him up in a silver platter as Katcha watched him knock Leonardo out. With the way how her arm broke when a golden glow started encasing it, she knew she had to have him. He’s not a killer, and she could see that thanks to her first day of meeting him, where he dragged her out of Leonardo's grasp. “You seem like such a sweetheart. Why are you here with these two assholes here?” Katcha asks again, referring to Leonardo and Darryl.

Not just any visitor, the God of War himself. The hall was prepared for the arrival of the God of War—Lucien Kael, Alpha of the Crimson Blood Pack. The name alone had silenced even the noisiest warriors. Lucien wasn’t a man. He was a myth and death wrapped in skin. Stories whispered of him were soaked in blood and fear. It was said that he owned nothing and no one but took everything he desired. Anana barely had the strength to care. Her body was failing, and her heart was already in ruins.

He wanted to rule over the heavens even if it meant killing his own kind. They didn't know it was him, yet, until he killed a god. Horror spread through not just vhal'zyrr but the four corners of the universe as well as Yilthir, the watcher of the universe died, his essence drained out of his body. Zerathos had now tasted the power of a god and darkness began to grow within him. An insatiable hunger for more essence from gods. One by one, he killed and drained more gods, disrupting the balance that held the universe together.

The speaker cleared his throat, his voice dropping into a deeper, graver tone that echoed heavily through the massive speakers. "This group is a brand-new threat. They emerged just about two months ago, but the destruction they have caused is already unimaginable. They call themselves the New Order." He paused, letting the ominous name sink into the minds of the quiet crowd. "They do not operate like normal rogues. They move secretly from pack to pack, leaving nothing but piles of bodies in their wake. They have the numbers, they have the weapons, and most terrifyingly, they possess the power to take down a True Alpha. As of today, they have already murdered ten powerful Alphas."

“I have no idea what the God of death wants with our pack but we have to fight!” Keres is a monster, an anomaly in our peaceful world. In fact I’ve heard of him, everyone knows him as the black Fiend, hence his name but I don’t care. I will protect what’s mine. ***** As a good strategist, we attacked the rival pack on my orders and already wiped out hundreds of them in less than an hour forcing them to retreat. Strangely, their Alpha Keres was nowhere to be seen and Teneger insisted on full chase to wipe them all out.

"You come to help me, don't you? To resurrect my love, Anna?" A deep, resonant chuckle escaped Thanaros, the God of Death. "Yeah, little human," he replied, his voice carrying an otherworldly weight. "I am indeed the God of Death, Thanaros. But the cycle of life and death is not mine to disrupt. I cannot resurrect your dead lover."

"What did you think lived there?" "Who are you?" she asked. Something shifted in his expression — so quick she almost missed it. Something that might have been surprise, as if he hadn't been asked that question in a very long time. "Kael," he said. "Seventh god of war. Currently fallen, stripped of divinity, and apparently summoned by a mortal girl in a cold room." A pause. "You may want to be afraid." "Should I be?"

“I did it all to bring order and control what happens in this world. The gods do and undo as they please; they manipulate us at their whim and use us. The god of chaos did whatever he wanted with Nadia, and that's why I understood that we need a better world. For that, sacrifices must be made, and I am very sorry to have to sacrifice you, but I must, Nadine.” “For a man who knows what it is like to be hunted, I find it appalling that you would want to use Nadine in such a macabre plan,” Drago said. “Gods cannot die.” Hakan laughed loudly. “Of course they can die,” Hakan said with amusement. “They know that, and that is why they are preparing for war. I, on the other hand, have the advantage,

"I do so love it when the meat bites back. But what I love more—what I live for—is when something strong crumbles." He stepped in close. "I’ve broken kings. Generals. Gods who bled like mortals. And every time they surrendered..." He exhaled. "It was divine." Velis placed his hand on Caelum’s chest again—only this time, the cold sank through him. Caelum’s breath caught. He shuddered. And then— His scream shattered the silence. Because Velis's hand didn’t stop at skin. It passed through—through flesh, through bone—until cold, spectral fingers wrapped around his heart.

“Of course I did. I challenged him to a fight. I never thought he was that strong, or perhaps, his crown as the dragon king helped him because when he blew his fire at me, I could feel myself weakening. I thought I would die but Namiel, god of light, brother to Ramiel; god of thunder saved me. He took the fire for me and I watched him evaporate right in front of me. Nothing can kill a god, but I watched Alaric’s dragon fire melt him into nothing. Ramiel came for revenge for his brother, he came with other gods but Alaric was ready. He fought them and succeeded in killing two other gods. The Almighty came then, stopping the fight. I was to be locked up in the underworld, guarded by Hades and