Puzzle God Of War Novels & Stories

I placed my thumb on the fingerprint scanner on the wall and the screen on the wall turned green. "Voice recognition—" "Ethan Frost," I cut it off. There was a three-second delay. "Welcome back, Master Ethan." A slight jolt and the elevator was on its way to sublevel 2. I closed my eyes and sighed. A pressing matter at hand. The peace had become fragile, and it was only a matter of time before different packs started pointing hands at each other. Death to the Moon Goddess' vessel. The statement was clear. The rogues had someone directly funding them.

He looked at some of the techniques he had selected. Nine Waves Buddha Palm, a palm attack technique that allows the user to unleash waves that can destroy mountains. As the name suggests, this technique was a special technique only learned by disciples of the Buddhist Sect. Sword Of Heaven Equal, a sword technique that is said to be able to slash heaven to pieces if learned to its peak. This is one of the highest techniques of sword techniques.

But now, he’d changed that. Because when you're claimed by the God of War… You have everything to lose.

“This legend speaks of the only power capable of opposing the primordial magic Lucen is using. Not ice techniques, not wind formations. But raw power, the power of the ‘God of War’.” Rayden stepped closer, narrowing his eyes as he looked at the carvings in the book. The word God of War felt so grand, so mythical, it bordered on unreal. “God of War? I’ve never heard of it.” “Of course not,” Arion replied. “Because it is not part of any known cultivation system. It is an anomaly, a power from an ancient era that predates all sects and clans. A power born from pure battle, not from meditation.”

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

a familiar voice replied. Phoenix tried to open her eyes again. Why was the goddess’s voice much deeper? And why were her hands huge? Why were they slowly peeling the clothes from her body? Forcing her eyes open she caught sight of rave black curly hair falling again caramel-colored skin. This wasn’t the goddess, this was Uruel and he had brought her to Goyre’s temple. “What are you doing?” she asked suddenly awake though her body was still weak from the many tortures she endured at the hands of the guards in the dungeon.

His eyes drifted to the peculiar little figure nestling like a fledging within. "What on earths that? I mean I know what it is but who is it supposed to be?" He said aloud to himself, a frown furrowing deep in his brow. He'd seen all the Gods, their varied forms and this one didn't seem to match any description of any. He slipped past to see it a little closer; his fingers itching to hold it but excitement didn't blend well with this job, especially not with someone who had a habit of dropping things. A pencil he could get away with but something like a Ming vase?

For six years, i sat behind closed doors, hidden in the darkness, observing, plotting, and preparing myself to exert vengeance on those who took everything away from me. For six years, I watched them have a happy life when they destroyed mine. According to my name 'Ares' which meant 'God of war', I was willing to go to the end of the earth to bring war, and destruction upon those who took my life away from me. Coming to Phoenix-Crest High was part of a perfectly curated plan that was made from the very beginning. Where else would be a perfect place to begin to exert my revenge if not from the place that the most gruesome betrayal happened.

Chapter 57: King Kyro Ares I stepped out of the swirling nothingness of my portal into a forested area. The sound of my foot falls was squishy as I walked across the moss covered ground. It’s a reflection of the wet weather conditions here. There was a rainy mist in the air. Pairing that with the humidity it created a steamy, foggy environment. I have never been here before, but it wasn’t hard for me to locate. I am the God of war after all. This place is hidden from the naked eye. Not many supernatural’s can see what is really here, magic, and lots of it. I smile as paranormal beings flee, running to their homes where they feel safe. They are right to run. If I don’t get my way, I’ll burn t

While others who had a strong believe in the ability of the god of war belives that he will return home strongly. "The god of war is back!" A top officer shouted into a microphone at the central field of the military base. At once, every military officer in the base, those that are are sleeping, eating, in the toilet, or doing whatever, immediately left what they were doing at once and began to speed towards the central field.