Mmorpg Rise Of The Primordial Godsmith Novels & Stories

Final. I remembered the first time I had truly seen him. Not the polished Alpha he had become, but the boy I’d first stumbled across in the training grounds—dust in his hair, muscles straining under the sun. He hadn’t been special then, just another Omega, another face among many. But something in his defiance had caught me. Curiosity turned to admiration. Admiration became obsession. I followed his victories and his stumbles as if they were my own. I whispered prayers to the Moon Goddess, hoping she would bless him, hoping he would notice me.

“Then come to Asgard. You can directly become a battlefield master smith. Your workplace, residence, and position are all yours to choose—including the Twelve Temples. A fixed annual salary of 80 million Bina, complete freedom in forging, and unconditional approval to open your own workshop, even a chain of them. You’ll be provided with two Black-Feathered Phoenixes, two Bone Phoenixes, and one Infernal Bone Dragon. You may also name any additional conditions you want.”

They hovered in mid-air like things under the influence of a magnetic field for a moment, before they swiftly attached themselves to her clothes. These were the special weapons that people who practice this divine battle art use. It was created together with the divine battle art, hence its unique identity. Whoosh!! Nami finally moved from her position with mind-blowing speed. She quickly jumped vertically into the air, raising her hand as all the exotic spikes flowed above her. There were at least a hundred exotic spikes in the air before she slams her hand downwards. The spikes were like falling stars as they fell to the ground. Her demeanor completely changed immediately when she released

She traced the lines of Aria's body with cold, wet promise, reveling in the heat that simmered against her scales. Aria laughed then — soft, bright, like a song the snake could never forget. She tilted her head, fingers gliding over ripples of shadow, her touch light but sure. The snake basked in those moments, the giggles spilling between water and whispered breaths, the warmth that made her scales tingle. They called her Strife, a goddess born of discord, chaos given breath. But Aria called her something else. Riri. No one else knew. No one else could know. The truth of her — the coiled creature of divine origin who slithered through war - torn ruins and whispered downfall into sleeping ea

"Gold, silver and Bronze bracelets for the respective winner and runner ups. Then monetary rewards which would be used to get them special suits for combat." Athena nodded. "That seems fine to me. What other prizes?" "It's not really categorized as a prize but the first place team would be going with you and the other Royals for the Royal Hunting Ceremony. They're to serve as junior guards," "Tomorrow, then. I'll compose a speech tonight. You're dismissed." Damien bowed. "Goodnight, your majesty." "Have a good night's sleep." Few minutes after Damien left, the door was pushed open and Athena was just about to fling her knife towards the door when she saw Alexander standing there with a cheek

Jarred playfully said. "Why would I? I have no wolf!" "Your wolf is not yet awakened, trust me, time will come for you to shine," Jarred said and it excite me. Is there really a remaining chance for me to awaken my wolf I’m tired of waiting! "Okay fine. I will accept his deal, but promise me that no one will know this secret," Patricia answered and securing that Jarred will not leak my secret. "You're just here, I taught you already escaped," Alpha Laurence suddenly came with a bottles of drinking water on his hands.

Moreover, the energy within the shadow was the same as the demonic Chi around the skies. Ancestor Bodhi ran towards Alex with short legs. “There’s no doubt that it really is the Primal Old Devil! That’s weird. Did he not die? What's inside the Pantheon Tomb then?” The two Mountain Warrior disciples watched as the group continued their discussion as if no one was around. They even called the Primal Old Devil as just an ordinary title, despite it being the current God of Mountain Warriors. ‘One would have to treat the Primal God with utmost respect here! You guys are doing this to fulfill a death wish, aren't you?!’

Dimitri said. “The Big Three?” Aaron asked. “Chaos, Eros, and Gaia are the Primordial Deities that brought our world into existence.” Dimitri explained. “So, you value what they are but not me?” I asked him. “You are different. You have humanity in you, they are all God or Goddess. What are those tattoos?” Dimitri said eyeing my sides. “Those are her Soul Mate Marks. Her essence changed too. And she has Wings. Wings Dad.” DJ said excited.

She screams loud and all the lit fire blew more and when she stopped screaming, the fire returned to normal) VERA: Bow to the rise of the sorceress (everyone bowed except Maya, Mika and Sig) LISA: (she looked at the army she was facing who all bowed then she moved closer to Makeith, chanted some spell and he resurrected) Look up, people (everyone raised their head and saw Makeith then they all made different loud victory sounds) Welcome back, Makeith MAKEITH: Thank you my lady, for granting me a new life (crowed cheers and Rose tried to heal her wound which no one was paying attention to and wrist sealed a little but not completely, then she fainted)

"Wars fell upon him. But determined, he rose. Where his blood spilled, Ayla burned. Her skin, hair and bones sizzled and scorched. Winning each battle by a breath he pushed for his goal. At the entrance to Ayla's secret Rin closed in on her prey. But something was wrong. As the men surrounded him, he laughed something sinister, putrid and old. Rin knew in her being the man had found the god she sought, but what deal had he made that he would look down on a goddess as she presented her visage, heralding a war. "In anger and fury, she summoned her war. Crazed in laughter and content, he slaughtered them all. There was a reason he held men in contempt, for even in their gifts they were weak. Wa