Leveling Up With The Gods Novels & Stories

(Completed) [+5] [Secret Mission: Exposed the ross's dark secret] (Incomplete) [Final Mission: Fulfil Jasmine's biggest wish](Incomplete) __________________________________________ | Level: 30 | Ability: heiress light | Strength: 12 | Sense: 10 | Intelligence: 30 |__________________________________________ It's a moment of silence for the two. Cheng just came back from the system's space as he felt someone pulls out the screen which is obviously Ava. He didn't foresee this result but it is truly shocking. "Yeah...!!" "Yes!" They shout in unison hopping around on the couch. Ava is pleased for her skinny body to contains some meat while the other is grateful that even a clueless idiot can leve

I slowly sat on the white sand and watched the lady still standing to where I left her. I am waiting anxiously by the shore. Did my plan work? Christ! This is killing me. My heart is pounding really fast! I couldn't stand waiting for her like this! I swear I was praying then, she moved towards the seashore, towards me. Thank God! I did it! What a relief! She stood directly in front of me. I raised my head to face her and with that I smirked. " What can I do for you, goddess?” Oh yes! It's true! She's a beauty! She must be Venus if she was ever real. "Oh, shut up! Stop making fun of me will you?!" she mumbled pouting her lips like a baby before sitting right beside me. I could feel my heart

The goddess smiled sweetly, taking a sharp step back as she glanced over the kings shoulders. The young immortal princess propelled herself from the ground, barrelling towards her uncle with a ferocity that shook the stone around her, the chain snapping when she applied the right amount of force. She pounced onto his back, forcing a gust of wind from her hands, ripping them both form the ground as Persephone glided back; keeping her distance from the chaos that had only just begun to unfold. Elika remembered Peters training with the elements all too well, using all that she knew of her abilities to attack Hades; showing exactly how powerful she could be. She increased the pressure of the win

She materialized herself in front of the arena. Contrary to the belief of the men of Camelorn, Kpamos was just a mountain full of temples, it was a progressive, well-developed civilization that consisted of all beings except man. At the square of Kpamos crowds of powerful beings moved about. The only difference between the world of man and gods was the lack of trade. The gods didn’t need to buy or sell since they had the power to get whatever they wanted. Helena personally thought that was a shame because some gods could use some lessons in toiling and farming like men, maybe then they wouldn’t so lazy.

A jolt immediately went through my whole body. “What… what can I do…?” “What can you do…? Not only you are covered with wounds all over— what’s more, I can’t heal you with my magic. Your only choice, child— is to pray to the celestial gods.” “Celestial gods…?” I find myself to be sneering— I wondered why. “To whom? Your ancestor Loki? Or his parents— Fárbauti? Or Laufey? Or should I pray to you since you are the descendant of a celestial god?”

"How do I get to this home of the gods, house of Zeus?" "Oh, just go straight up, three more mountains and you're there. It's right at the edge of the cliff." What! Three more mountains?! You've got to be fucking kidding me! "Three?! Isn't there like a short cut?" I asked. "There are no shortcuts to heaven, little one." She said, smiling. "He–heaven? I'm not going to heaven, I'm going to Mount Olympia." "As it is in heaven, so it is on Earth. Bye little one. I have to go now." She said, walking away.

Only our eyes. A temple acolyte stumbles into the clearing, mud to her knees, clutching a scroll like a lifeline. “Araya,” she pants. “From the High Priestess.” I sheathe the blade and stand. Dorian rises too, calm slamming shut like a door. He is very good at not being obvious. Kaelith’s sigil seals the parchment. I break it. Short, hard hand: The gods are moving. That’s it. Heavy words. The clearing shrinks around them.

I gasped quietly as the instructor’s voice echoed in the Hall like rolling thunder. “Today, we will read History books on rebellion.” “As House Pyra’s Initiates, you must learn not just how to wield fire, but how to become fire. You are trailblazers. Revolutionaries. Not meant for mortal skirmishes or petty power struggles. The true flame lies in your defiance. No one should ever control you. You are destined to shake the very foundation of the realms. Remember this: you are not who you think you are… not until you ascend, not until you become Apex.”

"Ezra..." In the dream, I pushed in, thrusting deep and filled him. Bred him. Pumped my seed inside until it dripped out. Marked him. Owned him. His body shook under me. Hands clawing the sheets. But he pushed back—fuck, he pushed back wanting more. I wanted to break him. In the dream. In real life. Bend him until he knelt. Breed him until he worshipped and called me god. I stroked harder, my fist tight and balls drawing up. I imagined pinning him down, spreading his legs wide and fucking him raw. Until he bled. Until he cried. Until he begged for my cum. "Breed me," he'd say. "Make me yours."

I look at her pleadingly and show her my hand that I raised to show that I’ve promised and that I’m not gonna break it. She looks at be unbelievably and sigh. “Fine. Don’t forget it on Monday, Avis.” She said as she points her finger on me. I smiled wildly at her. Then, I notice a book beside her bag on the table. It is a book about….. gods? I can’t see the whole title, but it is about gods and deities.