Nama Karakter God Of War Novels & Stories

Of all the beauty, hers was the most divine. Her purple eyes gleamed with her grey armor as she rose from the ashes, did her purple gaze shine with her tears or her enemy’s blood? They were afraid to call her by her name……. Athena. I am Athena Raven Lark, and this is my Story.

KEILEN The cold breeze whipping against my face and sifting through my hair is something I've missed for a long while. The feeling of flying, being invincible, being free. She likes it as well. I named her Varga after the fifth god of men. I still chuckle at what I expect would be the look on father's face when he sees I've bonded and named her after the goddess of destruction. It used to be a past time, pissing off the elders of the pack. It got boring eventually; most of them have died off anyway. Now riding and exploring, it had its thrills. Especially when it has to do with secrets.

She cleared her throat, "it's okay." "Great, thank you. I'm Jerald." "I'm Amari." "See you around, Sister Amari." With that being said, he turned down the corridor and down the stairs, Amari found herself peeping at him as he was going down. "Wait! I'm late." It dawned on her and she hurried to the class, the sisters and brothers were waiting for her, patiently, even though they were talking among themselves. "Good morning, I'm sorry, I'm late." Amari apologize.

“Adler, tell me, how many kills do you have up to now?” ‘Sixty-six but it’s about to be sixty-seven if you don’t get the fuck out of my face,’ answered Ares inside my head. Clearly, he wasn’t named after the God of War for nothing. Funny how on the contrary, my parents had named me after the God of Love, Eros. Perhaps that was the reason why instead of going for a provocative answer such as one that my dear wolf had provided, I shrugged nonchalantly. “I’ve done fifty-nine kills,” announced Soren accompanied with a satisfactory smile. “Just for your information.” He shoved his hands into the pocket of his brown trousers and shrugged his broad shoulders.

Your name…’ Lakshman ogled a person’s eyes. ‘Yes! My friend, we would like to know your name….’ Ram agreed with Lakshman’s query. ‘Envoy’ *****

Hoder then put Odin's hand on his statue and it received the breath of life. Then the happy Hoder invited all the Aesir to Idovall, the great central plain of Asgard. But great were the astonishment and disappointment of the gods when Hoder introduced the new Baldur. Several Aesir spoke of affront and disrespect to Baldur's memory, because the new Baldur was hideous and hunchbacked. Frigg and Odin's hearts were further hurt, and the latter condemned Hoder to exile, by promising him that his next born brother would come to claim justice for Baldur. However, Mimir the "god of remembrance", Vidar the "god of revenge", Bragi the "god of poetry and the arts" and Thor the "god of lightning and war

I give him a confused look, and he realizes I didn't quite understand. "My wolfs name. It's Ares." "Like the God of War?" I said, raising my eyebrow. "Yep," was all he said. "Aala and Ares. Healer and God of war. I guess that fits," I mumble. He lets out a laugh at my words. The irony. I start recognizing things around town and realize we are close to my families house. Butterflies flutter in my stomach, as I realize that my parents are going to meet Declan.

I don’t sound like I’m scolding her but I am. “Remember the day he thought about taking Tessa as a prisoner and starting a war? Then you took him down to the training grounds and kicked his ass all over the mat?” “Mostly, yeah?” “Well, he had that reaction because of Perses. War is in Bronx’s DNA.” “I’m sorry, Perses? He’s a Titan, right?” “Perses is the Titan God of War or Destruction, depending on how you translate it. He is the Goddess Hecate’s father. Delilah is probably familiar with him.”

Mariah frowned and gasped soon after, “Wait, don’t tell me…” “Aye,” Alaric answered, “those types of people that nearly killed you before. They are called Angelic warriors and they serve Ramiel, God of thunder.” “Wait, did you say God?” “They are twelve gods, Mariah, or rather, they were twelve and I killed three of them.” Mariah’s eyes widened in shock and she remembered what those men had called him that day, “God Killer,” she whispered. Alaric closed his eyes and answered, “Aye, t’s the name I was given after fighting with Aspa and killing the three gods.”

Not just any visitor, the God of War himself. The hall was prepared for the arrival of the God of War—Lucien Kael, Alpha of the Crimson Blood Pack. The name alone had silenced even the noisiest warriors. Lucien wasn’t a man. He was a myth and death wrapped in skin. Stories whispered of him were soaked in blood and fear. It was said that he owned nothing and no one but took everything he desired. Anana barely had the strength to care. Her body was failing, and her heart was already in ruins.