Santa Goku Novels & Stories

He lay on the ground and struggled to stand up, but couldn't. He faced the ten gods and shouted, "you can kill me, but you will never lay your filthy hands on my daughter, and her unborn child”. The ten gods' facial expressions were blank, they raised their palms, and condensed a huge rock. Don Santiago took a deep breath and used his trump card, some part of his body sealed with the mountain. And his face was covered with pieces of stones, the ten gods didn't react facially to his action. The rock they were condensed got bigger and bigger, they waved their hands.

I use a cane to support myself now. The way he looks at me makes me uncomfortable. It's like he recognizes me. - You are an alpha? – he asks, frowning. - I was one, long time ago, now I'm just an old man. I see the turbines turning in Angel's head. I had to act fast. - What is your name?- he asks, and I sigh. I want to do this away from here, but he has already identified me. - My name is Jack. Angel gets up as if he had springs in the ass, and pointing his finger at me, he says:

said Bailey. Jack said nothing, taking a step to the side. Sanko's enormous figure strode forward, staring Wilbur down. "Come with me." "Why should I? Who the hell do you think you are?" Wilbur said coldly. Jack sneered. "This is Sanko, one of the Mighty Tiger Gang's elite fighters. He's a cultivator. Do you think you'll be able to hold up against a cultivator?" "A cultivator, huh?" Wilbur smiled.

Saint walked in front of me with one of his hands in his pockets and I followed him closely behind. The villa was well lit and I could see Saint's guys positioned at every point at the villa. I then saw a guy walk towards us. "Ayo Saint Gennaro Guerra, the man! I almost got bored here!" The guy said as he came to stand in front of us smirking at Saint.

No one’s aura does that, not even the Gods. I find a large rock and perch myself on it and think over everything that’s just happened. A simple mission to handle rogue sanguidae turned into me finally meeting my animai and it was not at all how I hoped it would be. My animai is a sanguidae, the very first sanguidae in fact. He has God-like attributes, such as the fact he’s stronger than me and can teleport beings and my sword was no match for him.

All three turned their heads to her. “You guys are hilarious.” “Whoa, sexy mama alert.” Out of nowhere Ichiya appeared in front of her. “Hi there, I'm Ichiya. You know, Ice Beauty, you should keep an eye out for elves with ropes and a blindfold.” “Why?” “Because I asked Santa for you this Christmas.” “Ichiya, how many times have I told you that's no way to speak to a lady? I apologize for my idiotic friend's actions. My name is Keito Sakamoto a pleasure to meet your acquaintance, young miss.”

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.

Same sharp eyes, same jawline—just older, more refined, wearing a robe like he had just gotten out of bed. “Gab,” Gino said, “meet my father, Kyoganari Suzuki. Otou-san, this is Gabby.” Father? Suzuki? What universe did I step into? “Nice to meet you, Gabby-chan!” he said warmly. “Please, call me otou-san as well!” My brain short-circuited. Call him… what? “Uh… excuse me?” I managed, completely lost. “Oh! I mean, you may call me Dad. Or Papa. Or chichi. Or father—whichever you prefer!”

Melissa commented, "You guys, stop making things up. Mr. Golding was just being kind by keeping a lonely soul like me company for Christmas!" Just then, a drunken Yves embraced me from behind, his wandering hands becoming restless. I reached out and turned the light on. The love bites on his neck were glaringly red and prominent. I held my phone to his face and coldly asked, "Is this what you meant by having things to do?" A flicker of panic flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by impatience. "You're even jealous over this? It's just a superior being empathetic toward a subordinate," he said.

Instead, he asked, “Ever heard of Hanuman? It is the God of Strength in Thailand, and by tattooing it on my body, I now possess super strength.” Juan was puzzled by his words. “What?”