Leveling With The Gods Novels & Stories

Once upon a time, three gods started a project of life. Andrius, Anatoli, and Ayja were three strong transcendence who gained Godhood from Heaven’s blessing. Each of them was extremely talented, and each one of them could create their own world if they wanted. But they decided to create a high realm among worlds and dimensions. Their creation was magnificent. It was not perfect, but the system was clear, and the creation had the opportunity they needed to survive. But just like other high realms, their project had become even more popular among lower-ranked gods. Like hungry hyenas, they put their watchful eyes behind the dark void of the cosmos. Waiting... for the right opportunity to strik

he said. Then he held his arm our for me. Our height difference was fairly comical, but I appreciated the gesture. It was so normal as if walking arm in arm with one of your species’ Gods was just another Monday. Side note: How did the Godly Realm mark time? Did they have a monthly calendar? Could you imagine if they had the equivalent of a sexy calendar of the Gods and Goddesses? It would be like the firemen calendars that humans tended to love.

A deafening crack split the air, and the vortex above the clearing erupted in a wave of force that knocked everyone to the ground. The chanting stopped. The vortex began to dissolve, its energy scattering into the sky. For a moment, all was still. Then, a furious scream echoed across the clearing. Rayka struggled to her feet, blinking through the aftermath. The leader was still standing, but his face was twisted with rage. “You think you’ve won? This is only the beginning!” He raised a hand, and the earth beneath the altar cracked. From the fissure, dark tendrils of energy erupted, spreading across the clearing like veins of shadow.

"I honestly don't know, but right now, I'm no longer at the Beneath the Gods level." Shiloh's eyes widened in shock. "Then you've… stepped into the final forbidden realm?" Andrew chuckled. "Probably, but I can't exactly call myself a god, can I? I'm a very ordinary person." Shiloh corrected him. "No, you can't think that way. Andrew, this final step you've taken is a miracle. It means you've broken free from the limits that bound power for a thousand years and entered a completely new level. You could be a god!"

she stated. Layla stared blankly. “So what does this mean? I'm a child of a god?” Thalia nodded her head slowly. “It would seem a very ancient one. One that was here before many of our parents were. One of the cosmos and beginnings.” “I don't understand.” “Then to put simply. I believe that you are someone that the gods will grow to fear. Because your power is constant. It is raw and it is dangerous. It can be used with them and for them…or against them.”

In her hand was the perfume I had wanted so badly last month but could not bring myself to buy. "You're back?" Keith instinctively pulled his arm away from Caroline. "Today isn't one of the days you're supposed to come home." I had not even said anything yet. Caroline looked at me timidly, her eyes wide. "Silvia, don't misunderstand. I just came to visit my godmother." I glanced at her calmly. "Why are you so nervous? I didn't even do anything. You're making it look like I'm the bad guy." Caroline looked even more frightened. It was the kind of fragile, pitiful expression that made people want to protect her.

"No, there has to be a way to stop it. How do I stop them?" "You can't beat them at their own game," Veya said flatly. "Not alone, not playing by their rules. If you want to stop this, you stop playing." "Refuse?" "Stop leveling," Veya said, stepping back toward the crowd. "Don't take another point. Don't trigger another evolution. The stronger you get, the closer you are to becoming theirs. Hit that peak and you're already dead." Ara stood still, a storm of doubt tearing through her. Veya was a stranger who commanded a horde of monsters. She could be exactly what NexMind wanted—someone sent to talk Ara into stopping, weakening her long enough for them to finish this.

' Ava showcases perfect crystal tears but her heart is blaring in hell flames. "Hahaha hahaha!" Ezekiel shakes his head before holding up his hands defeated. "Okay, little miss! I lose...". Although on the outside they may seem childish, only The god knows how much she hates this situation. The bearded man ignores her “intense” reaction and gaits towards the entrance leaving his daughter behind. Harry understood the needs to take care of her as he pushes the protagonist by her wheelchair

I glanced around me, and judging by the expressions on everyone else’s faces, I was not the only one who had suddenly realized that we might have seriously underestimated what we had signed up for. Keonn continued. “These games are not designed by mortal hands; they are forged directly by the Gods themselves—the very deities whom I, as the last victor, had the supreme privilege of meeting.” The word Gods seemed to change the entire atmosphere. A few people around me sucked in quiet breaths. Others straightened as if they had forgotten their fear for a moment. I felt my own chest tighten as I stared at Keonn. The Gods. I had grown up hearing stories about them. Everyone had. They were spoken

‘You’re Queen of all Okami, you’re going to have to get used to this. Levi’s calming presence eases my discomfort as he comes up beside me, a wicked gleam in his eyes. The mischievous King was enjoying this immensely. Kenji comes up on my other side, sending his protective essence around me like a warm blanket. “Are you going to stay down there all day?” Levi asks, humour in his voice. Osiris grimaces as he rises to his feet, the rest of the Gods and Goddessess following his movement. Horace the Elder chuckles at Levi’s taunting words, his arms still crossed over his chest.