Sango Mythology Novels & Stories

He had some beads on his arms and He was barefooted. "How dare you stand on your feet in my shrine. Bow down mortal" The matured man voice roared through out the shrine making the ground shake vigorously. "Who are you?" Zeus asked wondering why the axe went to the guy's hand. "Sango god of thunder." he replied with pride. "Fuck" Zeus mumbled now knowing why he couldn't control the axe any longer. That's the real owner. "How dare you steal the axe from my shrine?" Sango asked with anger.

the rapacious god, couldn't contain his lust as he showered praises on her. He was already drooling from the corner of his mouth. "Enough of this war talk dear. Let's go and do something more fun." Sango, who was a paradigm of raw power, was so vocal that when he spoke, his voice was filled with so much vigor, that it reverberated effortlessly to the ends of the world—like a true god. " Haha. You naughty man, I know you can't wait to have me, Uh!? Anyways, you've earned me, since you won our wager.

It was frightening to the people. That was the Tay's Domain. "Syron." Syron was a mythology that represented destruction. Legend had it that when people looked directly at Syron, they could not escape death. It was only a representation of Syron, but it was terrifying enough for the people. Meanwhile, Benedict shouted. Spiritual flames surged on him, and countless runes appeared in the flames. Three triangles appeared in his eyes. They started to spin slowly. His silhouette became blurry as if his physical form was fading away from the world.

he said sincerely and I frowned slightly thinking of Dagon and telling him I really loved the demon. "I'm sorry for doing that to him but know that Sagon was created very much like him. You could say I made him a twin as far as his thoughts are processed. Also, both of your hellfires will be useful for the battle that is going to ensue," he told me pointedly. After his words, we both sat quietly for a moment before I had to break the silence.

"Gods cannot be created by mere mortals! No one creates a deity!" "Oh...you haven't been to Umuora then. I have been there and I know what I saw. They have powerful deities and they created all of them. This one here is called Ope, it kills instantly. Take and swear that you will keep your words after revealing the secret I have with you...take it." Ije stared at the wooden artifact. She stood up from her chair and took a step backward. The man stood up too and took a step forward. "Are you scared?" He asked.

I implore, my voice brimming with determination. Sage's voice takes on a measured tone as he dives into the details of the encounter. "The rogue clan was known as the Bloodfangs," he begins, his eyes scanning the surroundings as if reliving the battle. "Their members were highly skilled fighters, each marked with the tattoo of a serpent entwined with a wolf on their wrists—a symbol of their unity and cunning." "They possessed a unique agility and strength," Sage continues, his words painting a vivid picture in my mind. "Their warriors moved with grace, striking swiftly and retreating with an uncanny precision. It was as if they were one with the shadows, blending seamlessly into the night."

Never in their dreams did they expect this to happen. One of the mecha lifeforms said angrily, “Sanguine, are you going to accept this brat's control? He’s only in the middle stage of nine stars! Besides, he’s of a different species, so we can’t possibly share the same mind! Do you guys want to live under his shadow for the rest of your lives?!” The one known as Sanguine was a mecha beast with two wings on its back, a tiger head, a lion body, and a snake tail.

it asked. All the entities of all shapes, sizes, and colors smiled and nodded. "It is the least you could do, Galaxy. And you better do everything you can to restraint that being. We can't let such an abomination wonder the universe as it pleases after having been made from the corpses of our ancestors who had been defeated in battle… Those that died in the war one million ago need to be honored, not used as mere materials for the creation of that abominable chimera!" roared the enormous crimson-red specter, the Supreme Deity of Blood, as many of the Deities around him nodded in affirmation.

I stared at him. He wasn’t begging. But he was close. We prepared for war. Not with armies, but with rites. Ancient rituals were drawn in the moon courtyard. Blood was spilled on stone. Wolves howled as glyphs blazed with silver fire. Sabine arrived at midnight. She brought scrolls older than the packs themselves. "This creature is no beast," she said. "It was a god, once. Cast into the earth for what it became." "What did it become?" I asked. "Desire without form. Hate without mercy."

Santino was relatively polite, wanting to use peaceful means before resorting to force. At that moment, a middle-aged man appeared. It was the Supreme Fiend Lord. The Supreme Fiend Lord looked at the middle-aged man at the palace gate. He clasped his hands and said, “I’m the Fiend Race’s Lord. May I ask for your name?” Santino looked at the Supreme Fiend Lord and replied lightly, “It doesn't matter who I am. I came here today to inquire about someone.” Santino was a Three-Power Macrocosm Ancestral God. In his eyes, the fiends around him were like ants. If he wanted, he could destroy the entire Fiend Realm with the snap of a finger.