Reincarnated War God Novels & Stories

The warriors that had spilled out of the palace are now lined in front of the doors, protecting the palace from infiltration to make sure that Scàthach is able to complete her ritual. “ATTACK!!!” I shout. There was a resounding roar coming from our warriors as we run full tilt toward the enemy. We were going to meet in the middle and hope that some spell casters can get out of the fight and to the children. I meet one of Scàthach’s warriors with a nice jab to the face, and he goes down, blood flowing from his nose. What people may not know is that when any God or Goddess chooses their warriors, they are alive, for all intents and purposes. They are granted a new physical body that mirrors th

"No matter how powerful the Deities are, what can they do? In the times of Ancient Draconic era, the Great Emperors of our human race killed many real Deities!" The group of people began to discuss. It was obvious that they were deeply disdainful of his words. When he heard this, he raised his head slightly with a proud expression on his face. He glanced coldly at all the warriors around him and sneered, "How can you ordinary ants understand the true power of the Deities!" "Just within the Reincarnation Secret Land, I was able to rely on the Reincarnation Life and Death Formation to instantly allow a Half-step to Will attain a combat strength comparable to a great figure at the Magic!"

" You are the human goddess of the earth realm. You were destined to come into your power once you stood in the presence of your mates. Your blood has started, it's change to ichor. The golden blood of the Gods. Fate has allowed Selene to bless you to begin a new race of Lycans and now Ares knows it. You will face off against one of the four horsemen in this lifetime and your next three lifetimes, but you will have powerful mates with you when you do. In your next three lifetimes, you will be different. Blessed by a different God or Goddess, but your soul will remain the same. You and your mates must win the battles ahead. Two of your moons blessed mates of this lifetime have been born hybri

His cat eyes widened his animal pupil turning into slits, as his instincts get the better of him running to the corner so as not to be smashed by the boulders rushing and rolling forward very fast. There was a loud crashing sound followed by the dust and crashed rocks exploding. Caden found a little hole to hide, fortunately. When everything fell into silence, Caden went out of the hole and was stunned when he saw the light coming from the outside pouring down from the blasted hole. Now, the entryway can hold even 4 to 5 adult humans, not to mention a little kitty like him. But what shocked him is that the world outside doesn't resemble anything as he remembered. Did he transmigrate, not jus

Alaric fell to the ground with a groan and his father roared so powerful that the land seemed to rumble, the trees shook and Alaric covered his ears as a reflex action before Eric stopped roaring and reverted back to his human form, the fur disappeared like it had been an illusion and his claws retracted back to his nails. He got his father’s look, his burning red hair and copper crimson eyes made him attractive to most girls but his heart belonged to someone else. "You didn't think this through, did you? Alaric." He asked his son as he came close to him, Alaric reverted back to his complete human form and dusted his clothes. "If I could beat you, don't you think I would be Alpha by now." Al

I had to know. «I am known as The Wargod System. Reborn every five hundred years. I was created by Hades to his acolytes in their battle against Zeus but I found no joy in being a servant. I can only be reborn into the bodies of humans and now we're one. When I'm powerful enough, we can do what others see as impossible. When I was reborn into 'Morgana' (during the time of King Arthur), I granted her the powers to become a dragon and summon dragons. And when Lucius found out I was part of you, he locked me up in the depth of your subconsciousness. I was awakened when Lucius and the witches performed the time spell.» the male robotic voice said. I thought about all it said and tried to process

I don't move, much less breathe, which he seems to take as an encouragement to go on. “From what I was told, it is not going to be a normal war. It is going to be brought on by… by a… I mean… it's a…” “Deity,” I supply. “What?” “Deity. Void specifically. That is his name.” “What- how? How did you know that? I had only just gotten… wait. She told me that someone… a couple would lead the charge. A descendent of the goddess herself and her mate. Are you-”

Swisshhh. "Release the spirit of the god of war!" shouted Xiao Chen, and his body was enveloped by a figure wielding a sword. BOOOOOMMM... "What? The spirit of the god of war? Wh... How is that possible?" The black turtle chief's face changed instantly. This was not just the appearance of an ordinary martial soul, but it was equivalent to the appearance of a figure he called a god. A war god figure like this only appeared in ancient times, and since the disappearance of the war god's soul, no one had been able to awaken it. Now he saw for himself that Xiao Chen was using something that should have long disappeared from this world.

Divine Life Energy allowed Phuture to restore the souls of spiritual beings, and it offered her the ability of bringing life back to humans. Except, using the technique had a history of damaging her soul. Back in her world before she was transmigrated, they were in the middle of war against a demon named Valeur, and she used her prowess to save many lives as she could. The damage was still fresh to her soul, but she could remember her husband making stopping usage before it was too late.

the mapmaker continued, pointing to himself, "who came back with me. We... we felt the wall. We saw the iron." He touched his chest, right over his heart. "We brought the terror back. It... spread. Like a sickness. The soldiers... they would not build the new ships. They said... the beasts are the judgment of the gods." Kaden exhaled a sharp breath. "The trauma. It acted as an ideological virus. We infected their military with the fear of the grid." "There was a war," the mapmaker whispered, his blue eyes filling with tears. "A war of the city. The Emperor... is dead. The grid of the coin... is broken. The machine... stopped."