Monkey King God Novels & Stories

" When Robert Mallow woke up he saw his monkey beside him holding two swords. He collected one from him and they started fighting. As they fought the monkey pushed Robert Mallow and collected the sword from him because he was are are are are are are are stronger than Robert Mallow. The monkey moved closer to him and continued the fight. Robert Mallow got tired and fell. But when he remembered last night dream he rose to his feet and started fighting with the monkey. The monkey moved closer to him and they both hugged each other. Jan Jay had now become the God of Jingle. No one dared to raise a hand on him because he was supposedly divine. He searched for power everywhere. He was daily used

“A long time ago, the world was at peace. All the creatures have been living alongside each other. Humans, demi-humans, beastkin and even ancient creatures like fairies and dragons cooperate with each other to make the lands fertile and life easier. The gods were so proud of the races that they send their bounties to them. Every year, there would be a tournament where representatives from the various races would compete. The Champion will be provided with powers from each of the gods. For 5 years, there was only one person who held the championship spot. A human that was called “The Hero” The gods did not mind this, he wins fair and square all the time; he was a benevolent and kind-hearted h

He had never thought that toads that had been infected by the zombie virus would weigh up to 50 kilograms. "Let's continue with the journey," said Lucas. Afterward, both Lucas and Joanna continued walking forward. Roar! A roar was heard. The roar made the ground shake. Consequently, Lucas put on an anticipating expression, wondering what was about to show up. After a few seconds, a huge white monkey came rushing out. The white monkey easily had a height of over 30 meters. It had a ripped body figure that made it look terrifying. "The Forest of the Black Cloud’s king. White King Kong!" Joanna shrieked.

I added which just earned another laugh from the monk. The monks of the temple were characterized by their long silky black hairs and black satin dress with white linen lines, perfectly hugging their bodies. They always carry their staff that was bathed under the moonlight and prayed during the rituals in the temple of gods. Their long shiny black hairs are tinted with dark blue streaks whenever they use mahò. This represents their change. According to what I have read, often times those of goddess descent have their hair colors as their change, representation of power, but the Monks are exceptions. They have been blessed by the gods and are granted a rare change. Their representation of pow

"Yes, Supreme Priest. I will do my best to get there as soon as possible." Runolf voiced aloud the conversation he held in thoughts with the High Priest, only to boast and brag before his clan of the power he possessed. That topaz was one of the stones that made up the Gems of the Golden Serpent. This and three other topazes held by three other lords that formed the four clans of The Brotherhood of the Oracle, had the peculiarity of allowing their bearers to communicate by thoughts to each other, and with the Supreme Priest of the Brotherhood, who guarded the Golden Snake that housed the rest of the gems.

Mina said shaking her head. The Ocean God laughed, “Do you not know who I am?” “uuummm, we’ve been calling you the ocean God this entire time, and that means absolutely nothing to us. You see, we only serve one God the Big God, the King of Kings, the one with the Big G not the little one.” Mina said looking at him like he was crazy. “Look it's obviously that you have no idea what is going on, why don't you allow us to fill you in on everything and we can..” Makahi was saying when his words were suddenly stuck in his mouth. Maka came forward immediately trying to break out of the hold that was put on him.

Maybell Smith Mythicals- A rare bloodline that people inherit from God, Dalion, that he personally blessed with the ancient dragon spirit. It is given to those who have been close enough to touch the white veil. Although this information is well known, mythicals are still a mystery to the rest of civilization, if encountered, don’t stare into its gaze.

Father studies me for a long moment. “You are king,” he says. “And you are dragon. Both demand sacrifice.” “And if sacrifice is no longer acceptable?” I ask. He does not answer immediately. “Then you become something new,” he says at last. The connection fades. Silence fills the chamber. Kaelith looks at me. “You’re not waiting, are you?” “No.” “Good.” Alone at last, I allow the dragon closer to the surface. My claws score the stone beneath my desk.

Frank never liked guessing games, and he showed Drea and Faust his ring. "Almost all my powers come from this—something that people call the spiritron vein." "Spiritron vein?" Drea and Faust traded glances. "That reminds me… Monkey was born in one of those things, which was why he could wreak havoc in the Celestial Palace after just a few years of training. And with the way you used it, you're going to surpass him?" Frank laughed at their words. "You're kidding—I'm really nothing compared to Monkey. And this spiritron vein is a lot less impressive than what they describe in folktales. In fact, even the average Joe could bend it to their will with the use of science."