Leveling With Gods Novels & Stories

Odysseus says. “So… probably not. We don’t know where she is,” Xander says. “But we do know where Selene is,” I remind them. “Six tiers down from the top.” Xander nods. “So the gods are kept higher up. Okay. Isaac, Lacy, Odysseus—you take the top level. If the worst get out and come for you—” “We’re already dead,” Isaac says with a shrug. “We got this.” “Meredith, Gael, Hakeem—you’re next. Then Jareth, Nora, and Edward hit the god level. Citra, Michael, Jaiden, you take the one after that. Everyone else—we’re hitting the stairs and taking out Tisphone.”

I was different, if it existed I could conjure it up. I think that's why I was able to fall in love with Luther. Gods could only be with there own kind. There was some rules though. Neutral god that weren't good nor evil could be with whoever they wanted but a god like The god of light could only be with light or neutral gods. A God like The God of War could only be with evil or Neutral gods. It was about balance.

Yes, they all replied. He clapped and shouted quickly, and all of them leaped into the air and landed safely. He yelled, "Fight!" And so the fighting began. He halted the fighting and said, "All of you have shied so please release yours if you feel you are not secure." He yelled for them to continue the battle. I also worked with those who had low levels. Their levels had all been raised to heavenly level one. Pretty quickly ran up to me and said, "My Lord, you are my match, let us leap into mid-air now." I was astounded to discover that she had arrived at the heavenly celestial king.

“C–Calamity Tribulation…! That’s not possible. How—how can it appear at the mortal stage?!” Even among the Gods of War, none had escaped the fury of tribulations. Each of them had once stood beneath a merciless sky, their bodies torn apart and reforged through thunder and flame. But their trials had come after they had ascended—only upon stepping into the Master Level, when their mortal shells could already withstand a fragment of heaven’s will.

“We’re fine here.” Elijah led them up to the terrace, so I helped him arrange the furniture, and then we all sat down. “We’re here because everything has spiraled out of control, and at any moment the magical imbalance will create a convergence that will cause the dimensions to collide with one another. The fact that we can even be here is a sign of just how thin the veils between the dimensions have become,” said the Goddess, and I closed my eyes sadly. “Hall is considered a Level 1 threat to all species. And the gods are preparing everything in case he finally makes an incursion into our world and attacks us.”

Activating the Draco Veinergy, he discovered its boundless nature, granting him an otherworldly sensation. Adrian found himself perplexed until he spoke with Lexie, who explained that the power he felt was the power of faith, a potent ability wielded only by land sages. Adrian realized he could already generate this power at level nine. In their training, level seven marked the budding of law power, and level eight its application. Level twelve, however, was a significant breakthrough allowing the use of the power of faith, distinguishing those who attained it as land sages. Lexie and the other land sages struggled over how to harness the power of faith despite reaching level twelve, and thi

“They’ve formed a hunt circle. They’re driving us toward the central kill zone.” Lyra’s eyes blazed silver. “Then we break the circle.” The first god hit the ground less than a mile away. The impact sent a wave of fire racing through the ruins. The second landed closer. The third, too close. The air filled with the sound of divine wings tearing, burning, failing. Miren materialized beside Lyra in a swirl of broken light. “At least seven high-tier gods have crossed the threshold. Their power is diminished, but don’t be fooled, each one can still erase a city.”

I watched as the other gods hurriedly moved around the Mansion. Zeus, the father of the gods, and Hera, his wife emerged from the doorway in all their glory and might. His majestic outfit shone like pure gold, and his chest-length beard, swept freely along his neck. His waist length, white hair brightened the room.

""Bastion." I raked my hungry eyes down his chiseled features. His tan skin and masculine body had my wolf panting-- Before I even finished observing, he let out a deep growl from his throat, grabbing onto my face and crashing his lips onto mine. I instinctively jumped into his strong arms, wrapping my legs around his muscular torso as he carried me with ease to the back wall. His eyes were deep black, and I could feel that mine were too by the way my wolf growled back at him in response. He didn't bother stopping and instead pushed me against the wallpaper with delightful force. It was as if his wolf was fighting me into submission, his hands tangling in my hair and gripping my @$$ simultan

An effort to get myself in trouble and kicked out of this competition. "I'm sorry," I mutter. Sighing through his nose, Thorran crouchs down, reaching my level. It's strange seeing eye to eye with him. Usually he's a few inches taller than me, looking down at me without meaning to. He's less intimidating on this level, as if I can speak and he can hear everything I have to say. The fear that had earlier blossomed within me from his presence begins to diminish.