Male God Oc Novels & Stories

"OH MY GOD!" To keep fucking with her head, Greg stopped and took his hand off his prick and wrapped it around her throat and squeezed as he pulled her back against his body. "No Karen, you cunt, your god isn't here right now. The one whom you've given your worship for years has abandoned you. I'm your god now. I'm who you will worship. You'll hate it, but your body will come to crave and need to worship me. You'll cum and scream only my name or master from now on. Let me hear you say it. Greg Masters is my Lord and Master. He is my god and I will give him my worship for the rest of my life."

Oscar felt his spiritual consciousness being destroyed. His pupils turned blood-red, and strands of blood spread through his eyes as a daemonic essence surged within him, transforming him completely. Oscar’s gaze became icy, filled with intense murderous intent. He waved his hand, creating a barrier around himself as waves of daemonic essence emanated from his body. He knew he had to control it. If anyone noticed, it could spell disaster. The Universe Alliance was originally formed to fight the daemons, and exposing himself was too risky.

And I hadn't expected what was in front of me when I stepped into the foyer of my male's door. In front of me stood a God. He had a Mohican cut but his hair was short and scythe-shaped eyebrows. His Roman nose and half-dome cheekbones sat above an oaken jaw. His stance is that of a tiger, and the power oozing from him had my legs tremble. And now staring into His nomad-blue eyes that twinkle as they fall on me, Goddess I feel lucky. For this male is mine, all mine.

“Can we get on with the training, please?” Ophois laughed. “So proper on the outside, but you have the heart of a huntress.” I squeezed my eyes shut and gave myself a mental kick for not remaining silent. Up until Demeter had mentioned this guy’s name, I’d only ever heard of the major Egyptian gods: Isis, Osiris, Anubis, Ra. Ophois called himself the Opener of the Way, but what if he was really the Egyptian god of mischief? Or discord? Or the anti-cupid who liked to break up fated mates?

"The lord of Wolfort City gifted me this Cambrian Python. It can cleave anything and everything in the universe. Godtools have souls, and the soul of this Godtool is a mystique beast known as Cambrian Fish that can use water-type moves. Chrysopoeia Graders will be weakened against this. Armed with this Godtool and above this vast ocean, I have the advantage. Are you sure you want to fight me?" Yik turned to look at Logan. He had purposely run to the ocean to create the ideal environment for his Godtool. "How dare you speak so rudely to Saint Logan?!" A pair of black and white figures hurried to Logan's side—Ater and Kaiser. They bowed toward Logan. "Greetings, Saint Logan. We came rushing wh

His face goes through several expressions: confusion, disbelief, then pure rage. "The Omega," he says finally, his voice deadly quiet. "The one from that pathetic video." "Yes," I say, my mouth going dry. "A nobody from a disgraced family," he continues, his voice getting colder. "Yes," I repeat, forcing myself to stand straighter. Marcus stands up, his Alpha power filling the room like a physical weight. "No," he says firmly. "It's not a choice, Dad," I say, taking a step back despite myself. "The Moon Goddess"

she screamed heroically. "Mom, it's okay! Don't do that." The young girl retorted. ... Next day, "Good morning!" An old man greeted with a pipe in his mouth, wearing a styled suit with white stripes. He was walking confidently and greeting everyone on his way. With his pipe, he blurted smoke and was smiling pleasantly in his early sixties. "Everyone I am glad to introduce you to my son, Mr. Tsu Lian, your new CEO." Everyone clapped and they were overjoyed to receive their new boss.

“I can see why they are afraid of you, my dear, it is really a frightening thing for someone as young as you to have these gifts, and to think of it you are an Omega clan. Words dry up quickly in the speed as my thought brought them up. No one had ever in time past or to come ever spoken such words to me. Elder Cedric knew too much for an Omega werewolf. Maybe =, he has some powers of his own and he has been deceiving me all along? Maybe he is working for Maria and trying to gather information from me. I had no answers to my thoughts as the formation of words ceased from coming out of my mouth. I was dumb for a few minutes why he kept looking at me. “Am I too young to possess any kind of gif

GrayPOV When I was born the moongoddess told me that I was made special for someone that needed me most, said that me and another were destined to make the persons life a lot better when she would realize her true potential. Though I am not an alpha I felt stronger than a omega, the moongoddess designed me to mask the others aura.

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v