Reborn As God Of Destruction Novels & Stories

I couldn't break free from the harsh clutches of the raging water so I gave into it as the icy coldness of it numbed all of the pain I felt away, and I welcomed the cold hug of death with open arms. If I was reborn. I'll make sure they all burned for what they'd done to me. They'll all pay.

I muttered as tears streaked down my face, I sniffled in deeply as more tears streamed down my eyes, “I thought I was going to see you again but somehow I found myself back here,” “I don’t know what is going on but I know that you’re my angel and you’re watching over me,” I bursted out in tears crying heartily over his grave, my father was the only one who understood me, and crying one more time over his grave I felt a feeling of relief was over me, I felt light, I felt more energized, I felt encouraged and I could just feel it that henceforth, I can’t remain the same.

How could you have the heart to drag her down into your gutter? He didn't stop, his voice echoing down the hallway. "You took her to that bar where she drank that roofied cocktail and got assaulted, and she ended up pregnant. Her reputation is ruined! Do you have any idea what that kind of trauma does to her? "Every time you had an abortion, Brenda was the one holding your hand! When you got in deep with loan sharks, Brenda bailed you out! She has been nothing but a loyal friend to you, so why won't you just leave her alone?

Could it be that the heavens heard me? So I'm not dead. Is this a second chance... To rewrite my mistakes?

Jack slammed his fist excitedly against his console. With Harper's breach, the ancient Titan, having lost its core support, let out one final, agonizing wail. Its colossal, mountain-like body began to violently collapse. Corrosive purple fluid rained down like a monsoon of blood, and massive chunks of flesh and millions of tons of bone crashed into the Pacific like an avalanche. The God of the Abyss, invincible just minutes ago, was now nothing more than a sunken, dead volcano. [Crash Landing and Rebirth]

“The same three days you got back, Kara. That can’t be a coincidence.” I stared at him, the words settling into me slow and cold, reshaping everything I thought I understood about my own rebirth, about the shape of the borrowed time I’d been given, about whether this had ever truly been mine to begin with.

My face went white, and even Apollo shouted in alarm. But it was too late. The instant Chloe, a mortal without a shred of divine power, touched the pillar, she shattered the Abyss seal that had held for a hundred years beneath it. Boom! The ground split open, and a three-headed hound engulfed in hellfire burst from the depths. Its crimson eyes locked onto me, the weakest god present, still slumped on the ground, and it lunged with its jaws wide open. I desperately tried to gather my power to fight back, but my weakened body couldn't summon anything.

He was fighting to break him. To break everything. The Warlord’s body burst like a star going supernova, blood boiling into light, bone into fire, soul into something vast and hungry and endless. And when the glare cleared— When the smoke curled away— What stood where he fell wasn’t a man anymore. It was a god. A god made of ash and teeth and ruin, its smile a horizon of knives, its shadow swallowing the world whole. And Kael— Kael was still on his knees, head bowed, black fire flickering like dying embers as the god laughed and laughed and laughed—

His voice was shaky and intermittent as he said, "Ella, ever since you chose Daniel, I've been a mess. Sophie, being the heir… None of that matters to me. It's always been you I wanted. "Once upon a time, I was the bad guy. I was too full of myself and unhappy with the plans my family made for me. Sophie's tricks didn't help either. That's why I thought I didn't like you and kept fighting against our marriage. "Now, I've sobered up. I get how I feel about you, Ella. Can we try again? Please, let's give things another chance. "

“Please find for me a worthy successor. There must be a god of destruction. That title must not end with me.” Yes, the last person to exert a great influence on Mane was Shiva. The God of Destruction was detestable to Mane in every way. His actions and behavior were far from anything Mane was willing to accept, and his gruesome intent towards Crystal couldn’t be easily forgiven. Yet when Mane killed the god; when the god of destruction sought for nothing but a worthy heir as he lay dying, Mane was filled with compassion. He was suddenly reminded that gods were also creatures who lived and breathed like men. They were only different in that they could live forever. And subconsciously, Mane st