Perses D God Roll Novels & Stories

Isaac strained his ears to hear, but was unable to pick up more than a few words. This was soon overtaken by the rich tones of another voice, echoing through the broken walls, from above and below. Everywhere and nowhere. "I am the lord of fire who lives on truth, The Lord of Eternity, Maker of Chaos, against whom the otherworldly serpents have not rebelled. I am the God in his shrine, The Lord of Slaughter, who calms the storm. Let darkness fall." The ground roared as steam rose in vast clouds, melting the skin from the faces of the fallen corpses, dissolving their features and bone into nothing.

The first one to realize was the leader, but somehow the leader dropped his head on his knees and bowed down. "Hail to the gods!" The leader said aloud. His instinct and good sense told him that these were beings praised by all, a god. "Hail to the gods!" "Hail to the gods!" "Hail to the gods!" The world's population of no more than 1000 people joined in bowing and speaking out. This made the old man called god smile. "Could evoke intelligence simply by feeding on the demonic beast, this little world is quite exciting. I think this is the right place "the old man stretched out his hand. A thin light came out of his index finger, streaming toward the leader and entering between his eyebrows.

Beria covered his left hand with his hand, squeezed it and made the girl wince, and Asnar carefully took the right hand, almost without causing pain. The priestess, meanwhile, ran her finger first over the blade, collecting the mixed blood, then over the lips of Beria, over the lips of Deya and Aznar. The girl felt the characteristic salty metallic taste. Then the priestess turned to the Goddess and began to utter ritual phrases in the language of werewolves. Deamara hardly understood anything. She heard only "lanaren", "markat" and the name of the Goddess. The princess was visibly shaken. The priestess turned around, speaking the traditional ritual phrase: - Do you agree to give your lives

His dark navy eyes were in disturbance as Lucifer raised up his sword. “I am the God of Destruction,” Lucifer hissed. “And it is this day I end you.” Pushing the blade deep within Kronos’ chest, black tar covered the sword. Lucifer wasn’t satisfied and raised his sword again to plummet it into his head. The crack of bone had Parisa whine from afar, Hades holding his mate tightly.

Very interesting. ​Without another word, Malzareth extended his free hand toward a nearby altar. Ancient, weathered scrolls floated into the air, unfurling themselves as countless glowing celestial symbols began to spin rapidly around the chamber. The High God was calculating. He tracked dates, cycles, alignments, and sacrificial laws older than mortal kingdoms. ​Slowly, the smile faded from his face. "...Five days," Malzareth murmured. ​Kaelor frowned, shifting uncomfortably. "What?"

I wrote back immediately. The list is done. Item forty-three is not on the list because item forty-three is the understanding the list was building toward. You found it. Dara Cross as Iron Crest's Keeper. Yes. This is right. More than right — it is the only correct answer and you found it yourself without me pointing to it, which means you understood it from the inside rather than receiving it from the outside. That is the difference between a designation that holds and one that is performed.

Looks like Nathania managed to provoke the anger of the devil who has been known as a very frightening murder weapon. Aiden stared at the girl in front of him with anger, Nathania's scent was getting more and more piercing on his nose. Aiden knew exactly that this scent was not an ordinary human scent. Yes, in his whole life, the only time he smelled this scent was when he and his family visited Lithonia. This scent was the scent of the descendants of the gods.

Perses was trying to get Christian with both hands as he swatted at his neck, as we continued to scale his body. Mike hauled himself up first, diving at one of Perses’ hands that was on a collision course with Christian. His body erupted in fire as his teeth connected with the rotting body, and the God roared in pain, flinging his hand and Mike to the side. I saw Zach’s shadows lash out to catch his brother while my wind slowed his fall. Mike dangled from a long shadow mid air before Zach moved it, setting his brother right on top of the God’s head. Mike snarled at Zach, annoyed for a brief second before realization sank in. Christian was already well on his way to Perses’ eye and with Mike

Charlie suddenly turned to Erebus with his voice rose up high, "Did you all know? That Perses was once this 'great Lord's' beta?!" Kitty turned to look at Erebus for the first time that night, and her eyes fixed on his, as if the answer was carved in there. Erebus pursed his lips. He didn't move, but he didn't avoid her stare either. "You!" Charlie yelled at Perses, "Tell your story!" Perses stared at Erebus so hard as if he wanted to swallow what he was seeing. He ignored Charlie but at all and didn't say a word. He just keeled there, vicious eyes fixed on Erebus with that quirky smile.

“I know, Nate. I know. But now, you have to fulfill the prophecy.” Tears stream down my face—I didn’t even realize I was crying until she wipes them away. “I love you, Nyx,” I whisper, kissing her once, softly. “I love you too.” Persephone presses a celestial bronze blade into my hand. The only thing that can kill a god. I’m shaking. My hands, my heart, my entire soul are splintering. “You have to do it, Nathan. Now.” Persephone wraps my fingers around the handle and moves my hand over Nyx’s heart.