Phobos God Novels & Stories

Moving towards the north of the troops were the archers who moved behind boulders and other obstacles previously set up by lower-ranking soldiers where they will shoot burning arrows at them thereby slowing down the enemy army. Octavius looked up and with the powers given to him by Ashterah he saw the war goddess rise above the entire army, her golden quiver slung over her shoulder to her back filled with golden arrows, her golden bow was set firmly in her hands. Beside her was her half-brother Nukis god of destruction ready with his thunderbolts, a power given to him by his father Robos; Horoda, goddess, and ruler of powers under the earth with her golem army set to rain heavy blows on the

She notices something moving in the pressbox across from them, noticing figures occupy it. Theo catches her eye from inside, standing beside a giant man, with eyes as stern and stormy as his. They're an intense blue just like a ghost of Theo's. His hairs long and white with a golden crown pushing it away from his face. He's a hulk of a man. She feels the weight of those eyes when they cut to her, feeling intense pressure. The shivers are back and nearly make her crumble. She sees another god standing to the left of him and feels Damon stiffen next to her. She notices he's watching the figure beside who she knows to be Zeus and Theo.

The cold water hit my skin but all I could feel was the heat building inside me. In the dream, I pulled out, flipped him over with his face down on the bed. Ass up. His shorts ripped away and skin bare. I spread his cheeks, licked him there and his moans filled the room. "Please," he begged. "Kieran... my god..." Yes. God. I was his God. I fucked my fist faster, water streaming down my chest an back. I leaned against the tile. Head tipped up. Moaned his name low. "Ezra..."

GODS Ever since the end of war, Atinuke, Lulu and and warlock has been having some new signals from gods and goddesses, for she was also considered one of the top goddesses, and Luku even though he was not actually considered a god, but had been blessed with power beyond some gods and goddesses, and there was nothing going on in the land of gods, that was not in knowledge of the earthly gods and goddesses, they always got the messages, as they already belongs to gods also. The Ogbas can only be seen when they were to oppose any one from gaining entrance into the land of gods, they were not humans in mature, they were insects and they were so small in sizes, though many knew of there legends

“I’m more surprised that you remember that I eat it like this no one else does.” “Well I care about you and I want my ma— girl to be happy” I cut my self off before I spoil everything for her. I want her to feel it for the first time and realize that the moon goddess answered the prayers I’ve been silently praying since I was 10 years old. “Thank you Axel” she tells me as she takes the first bite and groans from how good it is. The noise goes straight to my cock making it twitch in my pants. Shifting in my seat trying to make myself comfortable again I see jasmine walking back over with her purse in tow.

Within seconds… The man was gone. And in his place stood a beast. A massive wolf towered over the plains, easily the size of a war horse. His dark fur rippled across thick, battle-hardened muscles. His fangs gleamed like they were daggers as his jaws parted in a low, rumbling growl. His glowing red eyes burned beneath a heavy brow, filled with a predator’s lethal calm. The earth itself seemed to tremble beneath the weight of the Alpha God of War’s true form. A beast worthy of the legends.

I whispered inside Carla. There had only ever been one white wolf in werewolf history. Carla. The realization hit me like a blow. “Carla,” I breathed. “Are you the legendary healer?” “Yes,” she answered through the mind link. “And you were never meant to be ordinary.” “Never meant to be ordinary?” I scoffed before I could stop myself. “Ordinary is far from it. I was forsaken.” “That is not true,” she said calmly. “The Goddess never forsakes her children. It is the evil and greed of wolves that makes it seem so.”

Weiss curiously asked, “Master, isn’t our enemy Madame Quinn? Is this guy so scary?” Master Centipede shook his head. “Weiss, you’ve experienced too few things. “The madame is nothing. The person I really fear is the God of War, Thomas Mayo.” Weiss looked at the crowd. Speaking of which, Thomas was really a big guy. He ruined their actions continuously with his own power. He even called out a large army to totally settle Anthony’s subordinates. He asked, “Master, what’s the God of War?” Master Centipede chuckled. “There’s a legend on the west coast. Wherever the God of War appears, you either surrender or prepare to accept death.”

"And that begins with your little toy...I know many a man and woman who would love to play with him before his life is again extinguished to feed me." Am-Heh saw red. The rawness of those memories burning his blood. With his waning strength he grabbed Babi's arm, tearing the limb from the socket and delivering a blow that shattered the sneering jaw. Teeth pierced and embedded in the roof of his mouth, others slicing his throat his throat as they slipped downward. Gagging, Babi sprawled back, grabbing at his severed limb and gargling curses. He gestured madly to the watching humans who started forward. But a heat rose around the fallen God, pushing them back when they were within touching dis

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v