Kisah God Of War 3 Novels & Stories

Finally, he nodded and rushed toward the top of the immortal peak. He could feel that the strength of the three strange men in black was terrifying. They were definitely at the same level as the God of War of Mysterious Frost in the Northern Region. That kind of demonic power contained destruction and despair. Obviously, they wanted to have a fight with the God of War of Mysterious Frost in the Northern Region.

1 WEEK LATER HUNJI “Congratulations again your highness, I looked forward to returning and meeting the three of them.” I ended the call with Lamia. I was still trying to wrap my head around the fact the young Queen had given birth to triplets and was thankful the little girl had survived.

There were curses all over the table. Lucas threw something across the room. He hated the royals. When he was younger there was another God of war who was around the same age as him. His name was Aries. It was obvious he was a royal but Lucas tried to take his place because he was The God of war to but Arthur The God of dreams and sleep shut it down fast. Lucas was embarrassed and belittled by the royals in front of everyone. When Aries came from the fake task Lucas sent him on it got worse. He could never get over that moment.

But, Elika was ready, she smiled once more, pulling the storm back for a slit second before forcing it to ripple, launching it into the black magic with all that she could; the power clashing. An explosion ripped through the mansion, sending both the goddess and the guards soaring through the air, the young immortal acting without hesitation as she caught a sword, slamming it into Hades lower stomach; his eyes widening in shock and regret. She watched the light in his eyes flicker, as though his entire existence was playing out within his mind in the moments that blood gushed recklessly from the wound; knowing that he had been defeated. Elika twisted the gold plated handle of the elegantly c

My mind slipped back a month. I was just an ordinary mortal. To become his queen, I had to pass the trials of Olympus. The trials were brutal. The three-headed hounds tore me open. I bled everywhere. But to stand beside him properly, as his wife, I gritted my teeth and held on. At the brink of death, I opened the speaking stone. His side was loud with wind. He said he was busy putting down monsters from the Abyss. So that he could focus, I swallowed the blood in my mouth and told him to be careful.

It began to drift rapidly away from the ship, toward the jagged, open reefs of the deep ocean. More gunshots cracked from the deck. But you cannot shoot the ocean. And you cannot shoot ghosts. "They are swimming back," Elias said, his voice tight with the strain of holding the Firewall array. "They are deep. They are staying under." I ran down the remainder of the goat path to the edge of the surf. I waded into the freezing water up to my knees, ignoring the agonizing cold, my eyes scanning the black waves. A head broke the surface. Then another.

Every weapon hummed in harmony with her heartbeat, the Chakram, Vajra Spear, and Trident forming a triad of divine resonance. Maximus’s dark eyes darted around in panic. He knew what was coming. Centuries of terror, manipulation, and dark conquest were about to end. The Water Buffalo Demon screamed, a sound that shook the desert and rattled the few cliffs that dared stand near, but the goddess would not falter.

The problem wasn’t over yet, but at least he’s gone for now. I turned slowly to face him again. His gray eyes, sharp and cold, were fixed on me. For a split second, I felt exposed, like he could see straight through me and through my thoughts. “I… thank you,” I said quickly, bowing and forcing a smile. “And… I’m sorry for the trouble.” “That’s the third time,” he murmured, almost under his breath, before turning and walking away. I stood frozen in time for a moment, watching his facade fade down the hallway. The words echoed in my mind. The third time? My pulse skipped. Does he actually remember me? My chest tightened as I realized what just happened. Or am I just possibly overthinking thing

I only hope not to abuse his need for me anytime soon until I can think of something. Compared to what I’ve heard about Keres, his *Darkinral* pack has strong fighters and he’s no exception. He’s known to be a great fighter hence his title as the god of war among neighboring packs and abroad. He goes to war once in three months like a routine. I’ve always found it strange that my pack was never attacked and I thought he probably didn’t want to make an enemy of us. Once, we tried reaching out for alliance but we were rejected. No one ever sees him except on the battlefield. Rumor has it how big and mighty his wolf is but now I refuse to believe all of that.

"What! No! Ew" "Quit playing, boys. You don't want to scare the little kitten away"? One minute i was trying to wrap my head around these boy, and the next minute, i was staring at the perfect description of a greek god, and a third lookalike of the twins. Were they triplets? No, they couldn't be. He looked a little bit older than them, and more handsome. Nope! I'm not daydreaming. Not again! After Malik, i learnt never to fall for anyone who looked like a God. They were the worst kind of boys.