Martial Art God Novels & Stories

"I am only here to help since I sensed the smell of blood. Forgive me if I have frightened you." Summoning his godly weapon, the thyrsus, would not guarantee his safety from the swiftness of a bow and arrow. Serious wounds and injury would do him no good, even if he's a god, for it'll require him ambrosia, the heavenly food of the gods, for him to recover.

Enosos ran at me and just as he was about to come into contact I tore the small cristal straight out of my arm. The weapon I had pressed into my very body to use at the right time against the very creature that now stood in front of me. The god stopped in his tracks. Eyes widening. "As god made man powerful, with this crystal I make the god powerless," I spoke clearly and let my voice boom over the room. I could sense almost immediately how his powers demised and I did not wait to act.

Chapter 80: Then There Was Nothing --Drake-- “Fuck! Demi no!” What the hell is she doing? There’s no way Demi can fight against this son of a bitch. He’s way stronger than I anticipated. They don’t call him the God of War for no reason. I am dead tired. I’m blaming it on being out of the game for twenty years or so. I can’t let my fatigue stop me. I have to keep pushing. I can’t let anything happen to Demi.

Humans may fear him or adore him for his power, but in Grass' eyes, he is nothing but a coward. Grass was Alpha Adam's Beta before Alpha Adam left the pack to live among humans. He lives now as Don, the big boss of the Mafia; some refer to him as the Godfather but behind all that quote-impressive title is a disgraced Alpha who runs away from its own pack. What Alpha would do that? Only an Alpha who feels incapable of doing its duties will!

"I knew you still loved me. We need to talk to the moon goddess about her sacred bonds, they brainwash peo-" A gasp leaves her lips as she staggers away from him. "Nathaniel?" Looking down at her chest, she sees a blade sticking out but it not just any blade, it's a starlight blade. A starlight blade is said to be the only thing strong enough to kill a god, though that is a myth. It can only harm a god but it's nothing that they can't heal, that doesn't mean they can heal it completely. "But why... You always keep your promises." She looks down at the blade digging deeper into her chest and back at Nathan.

I heard the final words 10 and everything went dark. “STOP, WHO DARES TO TOUCH MY OWN?” Prince Damon has been at the border defending the country since he was just 14 years old. He knew the art of war and was named the God of battle and war, he won over territories and increased the borderline. Every battle of his ended in conquest, he was not only the best in the country but also the best in taking care of his troops. He has always avoided matters of the court and left everything under the guidance of his father and his 3 other brothers. He has not been to the capital ever since he left. It was a day of celebration, the chariot of the war god rode past the streets of Livingburg with glory a

"And you're no help, by the way." Damon pushes away from the books, coming over to stand where I stand, pulling his sleeve up to reveal a bare forearm. "I took an oath, to never speak about the Moon without causing myself great pain." Sure enough, his arm is entrenched in magic. I can see, in raised bumps, a pattern stained red, spelling out words in another dialect, patterns I've seen before, but only in my dreams. It's the strangest thing I've ever seen.

Sean quickly denied the thought. How could anyone attack with their subconscious minds? It didn't make any sense. No one would be able to do that. Unless they were a Martial God! The legendary Martial God stage might be able to do it. That was the true pinnacle of martial arts warriors! They were those who had completely left the life of an ordinary person behind and had transformed to become a god! The words "Martial God" could already explain everything! However, they only existed in legends. In the 5,000 years of Salvania's history, no warrior had ever reached that stage.

, Grandpa stopped talking for a moment, but seeing Long Chen's pleading face he continued. "Your father was too monstrous a talent and had come to [Martial Master] at the age of 19 years old when he was in a secret realm to save an unknown woman he activated a sleeping divine ability within him instantly killing three demonic beasts in the top of [Saint Martial]", Grandpa took a breath and continued.

they both continue to tell each other about their experiences. "Master? Isn't it strange that Master talks to me like this?" asked Bing Ma because Chyou chen's attitude was too easy to be friendly with ordinary people like him. anyone who has the title of a martial artist, will be arrogant to ordinary people in general. Because they will always feel their degrees are different. A life where whoever is strong will rule, makes everyone proud of themselves. so it was only natural that Bing Ma felt strange about Chyou chen's attitude.