King Of Gods Novels & Stories

I stand up from my mat, which I am kneeling on now to say my daily prayers to the gods. Goddess Dicha Please give me joy and happiness in the palace; help me relate in peace with everybody else. Give me the strength to push through anything. O god, I'm going to your son's palace. This is the first time I've had this thought in this exact way. I am going to be serving in the palace of the son of Cre, the Creator. My mind is rambling; I can't concentrate on a single thought. Our kingdom, like most other kingdoms, is ruled by a demigod; our king, King Zao, is said to be the favorite son of the god Cre. I have never met a demigod. How would he look? All I've heard are stories of him and his temp

All my life, I had begged the heavens, begged for a name, begged for a home. Only now did I understand. A true home is the self. From this day on, whatever struggles may come my way, I stand firmly on my own two feet.

Arthur had not let him. Arthur’s hands began to tremble. He was a king fighting a civil war. His kingdom was fractured, traitors were hiding in his own ranks, his throne was hanging by a thread, and he was currently stranded in the middle of nowhere, surviving on the generosity of strangers. He could not be pregnant. He could not carry a child—Malakor’s child—into the middle of a blood-soaked war. It would ruin everything. It would destroy any chance he had of taking back his kingdom.

The cold Metropolis night breeze suddenly came in and ruffled the documents on Chloe's mahogany desk. Alexander stepped forward to the now open lip of the floor. His black robe fluttered wildly. "King to me is just a title for those who need recognition," Alexander hissed, his aura condensing into a pitch black mist that suffocated the gravity around them. "But I am your God of Death. And in this room, there is only one God I serve... and he is sitting behind me."

On the contrary, the red dragon halberd in Philip’s hand looked more profound and a little peculiar! Hades stepped forward at this moment and cracked his neck. With a sneer, he said, “Philip Clarke, you’ve really surprised me. You actually comprehended the rules of the source of kingship and successfully ascended the throne of the gods! In other words, a god here is equivalent to a king of disciples in your East. Right now, my blood is boiling all over. I'm eager to fight you to see how strong you really are!” With that said, Hades moved. He stomped the ground heavily, and a gust of energy waves exploded!

He slowly knelt on the floor and grabbed both of her hands, she visibly flinched, “Please believe in every word that would come out of my mouth.” Olivia scrunched her brows and unconsciously bit her lip, “Go on.” Smiling, Lucius finally popped the truth. “I am a King from Hell. I have had help from both Emily and Victoria Davis to find for the woman that was destined for me and written in the scroll of prophecy. I need you, Olivia. My immortality is fading and I needed to marry the woman written in the scroll to retrieve my full immortality. I’m sure you noticed that you felt cold whenever our skin touch, it’s a sign. And now that I found you and you’re mine… we can go back to hell and marry

he said in amazement “Yes. And I apologized for your death.” Navi looked straight in the man’s eyes and calmly asked, “If I’m dead, then who are you?” “Don’t tell me…” he paused “You’re an alien, aren’t you?’ his eyes widened as he continued. The Old man grinned, trying to suppress his laughter. “I guess I’m the one who you could call God in your world” “God?” he replied back “Yes.” He answered “I control things and do the best for each one of the creation. I create storms, global

Zaykee sarcastically responded. "Actually, I am the god who brought you to Zenobios," The King stated. "...what?..." Zaykee could not be processed what he had discovered. "That huge light that envelops in your world, that's my doing," The King added. "What the hell? Then, why do you have access in that world?!" Zaykee subconsciously raised his voice because of the information he discovered. "I told you, I am the god," The King answered. "I can't understand," Zaykee crouched his brows downward.

Still, in the land of sorrows and agony, the country is filled with sadness and envy, and also the community whereby the crown prince is even tired of his father's gods and he has promised to burn them all and serve a new Creator and new image and an idol too. And that happened to be a sorcerer's idol and the idol had promised to give Cyrus, all that he desired even, any kind of supernatural powers too will be given to him So Dianna instructed the crown prince of Kingstonville to bring his father's gods so that they will burn it down

"Where did we get it wrong?" "First," she began. It was a story she had told a few times. He was sure of it. "The wars were not led by men. The king was a god, as were those who fought against him. I hear your credence says the king began the touched, but I tell you it was alive long before that war. The king was a human made immortal by his actions. To protect us, he slayed a god and, after he had grown immortal, he led the lost tribes as their king. But the gods, in their jealousy and cravings for vengeance, waged war against him, demanding he submit to their will. When he refused, they fought. It is true that there were touched among his ranks, but there were also blessed and unblessed. T