Peerless Martial God Game Novels & Stories

He slipped out from between me and the glass, straightened his suit with shaking hands, and walked away without looking back. I watched him until the elevator doors closed. A lethal smile curved my lips. Satisfaction burned deep in my chest. He had chosen to leave. For now. I picked up my phone from the side table and dialed a private number. “Prepare the ownership contract,” I said when the line connected. “Ninety days. Full clauses, tracking and total obedience. Make it ironclad. I want it ready by tomorrow.” I ended the call and stared out at the city again. The fallen prince thought he had escaped. He had no idea the real game had only just begun.

Alek woke up way earlier than usual. Sierra was observing her from their room. For someone who just lost his job, he was acting too busy with his phone. He didn't look like the Alek he fell in love with. He looked like a businessman. Sierra's eyes were on his body. Admiring every inch and observing every prominent vein. At the same time, wondering how he could easily make this man kneel with a single attack. He may be bigger, but she knows she is stronger. She hated all the martial arts training—the boxing, the karate, and all those things. In the end, she had to admit that it was worth it. Knowing well that she could easily inflict pain on someone who hurt her.

I snorted, "when I am in heaven smiling at you while you are begging on your knees in hell." He chuckles at my words and in the next second, he is holding me by the collar of my clothes. "Oh you think you can go to your heaven?" he menacingly asks. "Yes, because your moon goddess is not even close to anything as my creator" I retorted. "So naïve and so stupid. You think your God will be here to save you" he shouted at me. "He will because my God is a God of so many things that you pitiful creature are not" I spat back holding his gaze.

" I see you like to say something, don't you malaika?" I suggest you speak up now. " yes I have something to say, and I seem to already know the answer you will give, that's why I think it will be a total waste of time to ask," said malaika, " you of all people should know me before now, that if there is anything I am good at, it's disappointment, I may disappoint you, so I still suggest you speak up. And if it's a request, be sure I will grant it, if it's in my hand. At that point Malaika looked reluctant but he spoke all the same, he requested the presence of the River goddess, he further explained that the battle will be more magical than a mere sword fight, and only the goddess was equa

I shouted as I saw my mate on a raised platform bound by ropes, just like Princess Peach was in the game. The monkey roared, beating his fists against his chest before stomping around, causing the linear platform system to become slanted like in the game, perfect for rolling the massive barrels at his side down. It looks like all that time spent in the retro arcade and playing video games as a kid with Thales will pay off.

I let out a slow breath and turned to face her. Her expression was blank, but I knew she was watching for something. A flicker of what was underneath. A crack in the surface. I didn’t give it to her. Instead, I smiled, soft and vacant, and let my fingers curl into the hem of my sleeve. “…Okay.” The child returned. And the game began. CONTENT WARNING This book contains dark and disturbing themes that may be triggering to some readers. Please proceed with caution. • Psychological manipulation (gaslighting, mind games, blurred reality)

I decide to just head back to the house, since someone left me here. I reach the hellhole, and when I walk inside, I see both of my parents. They stand there, throwing daggers at me with their hardcore glares. Well, shit?

Now it seemed that he had been ignorant. However, the power behind Black Palace seemed to be restricted in some way, and it couldn't appear on this land. Otherwise, the present world he was in would have been burned to a crisp long ago. Baldur's powers were already terrifyingly strong. Any power that was greater than his must already be at the Martial God stage. It seemed that Martial Gods were not just a legend. It was a stage that truly existed! If Sean wanted to reach that stage, he may have to use the mysterious power in the emerald bangle. The most important thing to do right now was to find the emerald bangle.

They couldn't imagine how great the power of the pagoda would be. Long Chen saw that they were still arguing, which made him frown slightly. He could hear all the words of the first elder of the Illusion Sect clearly. If it was true that the woman with the pagoda could use seventy or eighty percent of the pagoda's power, then perhaps she could fit everyone inside. Because from what Long Chen heard from the blue whale pagoda in the woman's hand, it was not an ordinary sacred artifact, but a heavenly-level weapon that might even be a god-level artifact.

“Oh, right. I guess you can’t force it on him.” I shake my head. My parents have tried many times and it hasn’t worked. Life isn’t like a book or a movie. Not everyone gets a happily ever after or even an epic exit scene. Some people coexist with the rest of the world, functioning on a level of minimum survival, living for themselves and not caring what the fuck they do to other people. That’s Bobby. “Do you have to write a formal letter or anything to let the fellowship people know you’ve accepted?” Quinn asks as she picks off her nail polish.