Monkey King God Novels & Stories

“What kind of monster?” The First King looked toward the earth beneath their feet. “The kind that frightened gods.” Silence. The roar came again. This time a reply echoed from the fracture. The Sleepless One. It sounded afraid. No. Terrified. The realization chilled everyone. Kael looked horrified. “Whatever is down there scares that thing?” The First King nodded once. Silence. “It was never meant to wake again.” The cracks in the ground suddenly glowed. Silver-violet. The same color as Elara’s magic.

"This creature I will summon is much weaker than the dark Phoenix, but it doesn't mean it's not strong. The legendary ape, Sun Wukong, come forth!" The ugly monkey less than four feet tall appeared behind King Arthur, wearing a Phoenix feather cap, golden chainmail armor, lotus root-colored boots, golden fillet, silk shirt, tiger skin kilt, and leather boots. He is holding his ruyi jingu bang wood weapon on his left arm. "Please do your best to beat that creature, otherwise I will lose my confidence in all of you!" said Prince Arthur. He jumped behind the altar to watch his zodiac warriors fight with the legendary ape.

I spent hours studying the text. I learned about Alice's Dragon, referred to in ancient languages as the 'Rare Healer of Fire.' This unique dragon was gifted with ancient magic. If the Rare Healer of Fire mated with another dragon, they would be reborn as humans but retain the ability to use dragon magic without their dragon forms.

I tried to help him understand why she was finding it difficult to reciprocate his love but he was tired to talk about it. Lukas was busy managing the affairs of the Hell so Leo kept me company. He had the responsibility of handling everything from room to the decorations for the guest, Yama. Apparently he was also a demon of Hindu mythology and King of Hell. At first I was confused so Leo made me read their mythology. It was long but worth it.

The monk also had bright blue eyes. "I am not asking for revenge, Sir!" Jamie replied. "Oh?" The Monk’s interest piqued. "No sir, I just want to thank you for guiding my Ma and Da to the next life." Jamie explained. The Monk’s eyebrows went up in surprise as he said, "Very few people know about the Goddess's other areas. It's a pity, because she is a high goddess who deserves more respect. Oh, hello!" Fluff had returned and was rubbing himself against the monk’s legs, purring loudly. The Monk bent down and stroked Fluff.

’ Anjana’s face turned pale. ‘Don’t worry; I am saying that as he is the Shiva’s gift. He is part of Shiva. And as Shiva he will also destroy the phoney arrogance of others.’ ‘Oh! Then what’s your suggestion?’ ‘HANUMAN – Destroyer of Phoney Arrogance.’ *****

"Look, if you know who I am, then you probably should feed me to the turtles. But since we're still conversating, maybe you should have some damned manners and tell me who you are." "You haven't guessed? I am your God!" The boisterous voice seemed to make the whole cave go pitch black with queasy green highlights where some of the hieroglyphs were. The rock monster's voice went to a creepy new quiet. "And I am not pleased with you or your kind." "So take it up with the chief." Jinx shrugged. "I'm just his son. I don't have any power over how those other assholes act." He threw himself down on his back and looked up at the green light playing over the ceiling of the stone alcove. Something in

He has become a completely different god altogether. Michiall, the playful, vibrant, and extremely curious god of games and mischief has turned into Dorchadais – the literal god of Darkness, wielder of one of the most fundamental forms of energy. But in order for him to be free, the chains need to be fully broken. And because of the lesser amount of dark energy on the middle plane, he also needs a vessel to act as his conduit and bring more darkness to Meanach. Once he has turned Meanach into an annex of Iochtarach, he can then ascend and become powerful enough to face the other gods once again.

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

It looked like a fairyland with the flouring plants and beautiful rivers and mountains. There was a grand temple on the hillside. It covered a vast area and an old monk was sitting in the wide courtyard. The monk, who was about in his 70s or 80s, was wearing a red frock and looked solemn. He was a short fat guy. He was about 1.7 meters but weighed more than 100 kilograms. This was Song Gang, the famous Buddhist monk in Thailand. He was an eminent monk in public but in private, he had a secret identity—the Great Master of Bewitching Spells.