Novel & Cerita Slay The God

The millions of blue eyes began to violently imploding, raining thick, acidic black blood down upon the obsidian plain. The realm was dying. And it was taking us with it. The obsidian ground beneath my feet began to violently fracture, falling away into absolute nothingness. The gravity inverted, threatening to crush us into the collapsing singularity of the dying god. High above, Killian was in freefall. The solar fire of his aura flickered as the atmospheric pressure of the collapsing dimension tried to snuff him out. The God-Slayer blade, having served its impossible purpose, dissolved into harmless ash in his grip.

Kal landed, shadows coiling around him like a cloak, the ground beneath him cracking with every step “You’re not ready for what I’ve become. You think I am still the same as when you locked me in that tomb centuries ago? No darling you are wrong, I am more powerful than what I was before. Now I have become the god of darkness, who is ging to reshape this world. And you can’t stop me.” Elena’s eyes narrowed “Then I’ll burn this god nothingness today.” She raised her sceptre high, and the sky parted above her. A beam of divine energy, brilliant and blinding, struck down upon her, wrapping her in gold and white light. The divine light around Elena pulsed like a dying star, radiant, powerful.

"I want you to have one thing in mind: the world won’t remember you. Nothing you do will change that. My name will go down in history—not yours.” Slade took a step forward; he seemed to be forgetting he was nothing but a ghost; reality caught up with him real quick. “Let’s get on with the goddamn ritual already.” He said, and Flynn nodded, picking up the bottle filled with a white powdery substance. He pulled open the cap; he formed an arc around me with the powder. ‘Ignis,’ he whispered, and the white substance caught fire. He lifted his hands to the air, muttering what sounded like Latin words.

He struggled to his feet and, without even turning to look, hurled the sword with all his remaining strength. Godslayer resonated with its master and understood his intent. It ripped through the air and flew straight toward Guillermo's back as he fled. Just as Guillermo was about to be pierced through the heart, a black figure descended from the sky. With a single strike, he slapped Godslayer aside. With a loud hum, the sword was sent flying back toward Andrew. That level of force clearly belonged to a martial god. The newcomer grabbed the crazed Guillermo and soared into the air. After a few bounds, they vanished into Chetvine's bleak, pitch-black night.

The joy and fear that passed through khalys was unmistakn, his eyes moved around for where to keep Ez without the omega noticing but knowing how quick witted that omega is, Ez shut khalys and his thoughts off with a side eye. Over twenty people were starting to cough out blood from slitted throat or gouged out eyeballs. Goddess caelyn is my replica of the brutal person I was when I was at that age. “You just got yourself your own apartment”, Jamiel shouts at caelyn before pushing out his shadow to walk through the guys kneeling, anyone of them Jamiel shadow passes through gets their last life drained and their soul sucked out of them, caelyn mothered something about Jamiel being cool and I t

My scarred, burned flesh met his calloused, unyielding grip. "Then grab your shovels, Corren," I said, my voice carrying across the silent, waiting plaza. "We have forty-nine anchors to drop. And we are not stopping until the whole world beats as one." Chapter 111: The Descent of the First There is a terrifying intimacy in digging your own salvation out of the dirt.

Sejin sighed, sliding his feet off the bed and fumbles for his slippers. Still, the statement made him smile as he shuffles to the bathroom, grab some stale toast from the kitchen while buttoning his dress shirt, and finally running outside his apartment with keys in hand. He can't let Elizabeth pass his shoot to Keiron, who is Thanatos in the godly realm and his older brother, to just take what's his. He closes the apartment door with a slam, blonde hair bouncing in the air as he dashes towards the parking lot. Completely forgetting about a certain small brown envelope left at the foot of his king sized bed, with a glistening red thread and a letter of a wine god left unread.

“The Black Spring I am not the holder of it anymore.” Slayer, “Huh? Liar, you just hide it somewhere. Retrieving that weapon and your head, we might ascend our rank, and be a high ranker and have our own official name too.” Slicer, “I want to fight her, head to head. But too bad, to her current state your underlings is enough to finish her.” Gunslinger, “.........” Slayer, “You heard him. Finish her off!”

“Are we really talking about Hades the straight-faced, no nonsense guy? You are making stuff up, Charon.” “Believe me, madam. The lord is not as he appears to be.” “Do not even think about talking me out of my anger, Charon. How dare your master remove me from the memories of the people I love?” “He was only doing his responsibilities as you are in his custody. Erasing memories of the mortals is a rule set in stone by the sky lord as agreed by the gods and goddesses. If he did not do that, YOU will be in a lot trouble.”

I am Seranda Mathews the unwanted born of a lineage of slaves and sacrifice. Cursed with the spirit of Zeranda, keeper of the soul of death. A plague waiting to be eradicated. A celebration at my death, festivity at the sight of my blood. I look up and wipe away my tears, I stare from the open bars of my dungeon where sunlight penetrates to lighten up the cramped space I have called home for the last 18 years. Today is that day, the long-awaited day of my death.