Levelling With The Gods Novels & Stories

""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

“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.

"There is a huge gap between our cultivation levels, let alone a class gap. The gap between True Gods and human beings can reach several classes. Moreover, we all know that the higher the level, the greater the gap between a small level and a class gap... I really don't know how Samuel did it." "Although Samuel is already a symbol of the creator of miracles in Eight Direction World, whether it is at the top of Mount Qi, the Jade Palace or in the Void Sect, defeating the Medicine God's Pavilion, these are all miracles and limits that were created by human beings. Besides being shocked, it is still reasonable. But this time... Damn it. Let's not talk about the unprecedented, this matter alone

It was far easier than admitting the truth. ​As Kaelor descended through the heavenly layers, the radiant skies of the upper realms began to bleed away. Golden clouds gave way to a choking crimson mist, and polished marble roads crumbled into jagged black stone. The ethereal songs of celestial spirits faded, replaced by distant, agonizing screams carried on an icy wind. This was the Lower God Realm, a place forgotten by light.

The blue system screen in front of me, Reformed into a massive golden banner that filled my vision with large flashing letters. [ATTENTION HOST EVA! PERIMETER UPGRADE AND WEAPON INTEGRATION COMPLETE!] [CRITICAL THRESHOLD REACHED: BASE STRUCTURAL VALUE HAS EXCEEDED ONE THOUSAND POINTS!] [SYSTEM ALERT: Base upgraded to 'Sanctuary Level 1'. Resource generation activated. Initializing core conversion... Warning: The baseline energy signature of this location has changed. The surrounding environment is responding.]

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.”

“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.”

He gasps, gagging, and vomits black liquid that sizzles against the earth. He collapses to his knees, retching, darkness peeling off him in writhing strips like rotting skin. Underneath is something small, weak and pathetic. A hollow shell where a god once stood. Lola and I step forward as one. “Together,” we declare, light and shadow entwining, “we are balance. Goddesses born.” The sky cracks open — light flooding one side, night swallowing the other. “We do not beg.” The earth trembles. “We do not break.”

childhood, i was busy hiding around Jugular for years, we sure have a problem and the bigger problem is love, love from these heavenly beings, their love is wicked than hate, tell me, how do you deal with a war that can't be seen, war that sock away your breath, war that can't be predict, how do you defend yourself against enemies that floats, enemies that can set a kingdom on fire just to kill a mosquetoe, they are treat my lords, we shall worship only but living with giants that can bring to an end our world before we wake, we shall not agree to.we have had of the land called, the land of gods and goddesses, place bigger than our world, a land that expands, the only place where war can be

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