Novel & Cerita Mountain God

And then one thought came through clearly above everything else. Nobody knows I am here. Her phone was off. She had switched it off herself. There was a man the world called the War God. It wasn't just a nickname; it was a name earned through years of hard battles. His skills in a fight and his inner strength were beyond anything most people could imagine. His name was so well-known and so feared that just hearing it was often enough to end a conflict before it even started. Alexander Kane. He was thirty years old and stood six feet seven inches tall. He was built like someone who had spent his life doing things that required both great power and careful precision. He had short black hair an

Yeojoon inhaled the smell of rain, of peppermint, and the soft gusts of faint flowery scents in the ruined garden. Being the god of wine, he has always had a good nose. This is why he prefers to be isolated from other humans and live off in a wide expanse of land, placing his mansion in the middle, with it's all walls and maenads, his female followers, that guard each corner for rabid beasts that sometimes pass by.

The mountain peaks were filled with fierce winds and rocks were flying around, and under the shroud of this powerful force, almost everyone in the distance couldn't breathe. Thousands of feet! Hundred feet! Ten feet! "Boom--" The blade finally chopped down, and the terrifying power stirred out, turning anything within a hundred mile radius into flying ash in an instant. Opposite several connected small peaks, but also directly chopped off from it, can not live to both sides of the pour down, the God Ghost Peak is even more shaky, everywhere is collapsing, the whole mountain sinks a lot, the distant palace buildings, but also has long been turned into flying ash.

Mortals cowered, their eyes cast skyward in awe and fear. I was not here to be seen. Not yet. But something stirred, pulling me closer. A strange hum, faint yet persistent, whispered against my senses. It was different from the cries of frightened humans or the prayers they murmured to deities they believed still cared. This was something else—a tether pulling me down. Intriguing. Mortal lands held no place for gods, and yet here I was, standing on the precipice of their world, compelled by… curiosity. With a single thought, I descended.

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!

The pond’s water was still, a perfect mirror that seemed to hold a piece of the night sky within it. Standing at the edge of the pond, with his back to her, was the Moon God, Solas. Elara’s breath caught in her throat at the sight of him. He was tall and well-built, his presence commanding and formidable. He wore a fitted black dress shirt that clung to his muscular frame, and black pants that completed his dark, imposing figure. His shoulder-length black hair was tied back in a man-bun, giving him an air of restrained power. He stood there with an ease and confidence that made her heart skip a beat, power oozing from him in palpable waves.

“You are the bride of a god.” Her breath caught. “Bride… of a god?” Her fingers tightened around the ring. “What bride?What God” She has never met any God let alone to consent to any marriage. Wait he couldn’t possibly mean his bride right? She gasped as it dawned on her she was referring to himself. So he is a God? Ivana stood there confused as several thoughts flooded her mind. “Yes, mortal.” His eyes bore into her. “And being bound to you…” His jaw clenched. “Only deepens my hatred for humans.”

"What kind of monster are you? How do you have a tail and hands at the same time? Are you a serpent or a man? Or are you half-man, half-serpent?" The fingertips on my chest paused. The river god murmured softly, "I am..." Just as the river god was about to speak, a massive explosion erupted underwater. The cage shook violently. Water surged, and I choked down several mouthfuls. The river god was startled and stopped what he was doing. Just when I thought he was going to let me go, the river god suddenly tore my legs apart viciously. In the next second, tearing pain and suffocation struck simultaneously. The river god's ice-cold fingertips gripped my throat. The air in my chest was instantly

My God. ________

"The River God brings not just longevity and fortune, but wealth, too." Aria smiled faintly. "You sound like you've met him in person. But we're just here for the cultural experience, right?" Borin continued, "Exactly. Though not everyone sees him, some do. My mother has. Isn't that right, Mom?" The old woman nodded. Aria's smile widened. "How miraculous." "You probably don't know just how powerful this mountain is," Borin said proudly. "It's built upon a draconic force, laid out with the help of a powerful medium.