Strongest God In The World Novels & Stories

Compared to them, Zen was akin to a newly hatched chick still exploring the world. In the history of the underworld, every Godfather candidate displayed a strong magnetic type of charisma. It could manifest in various ways, and no two Godfathers were the same. However, every Godfather displayed mysterious wisdom similar to omniscience that went beyond regular intelligence networks. Their ability to accurately read a person’s character and predict a traitor’s death was uncanny. Nobody knew how the Godfather did it, but every chosen candidate was a figure to be feared. That terrifying ability inspired the Round Table Congress to be created to prevent the Godfather from destroying the underworl

"Apologies, I was just wondering why the Moon goddess bestowed an omega upon our Alpha." I swallowed and bowed my head in response. "Please, there's no need for that," Elder Thomas scolded them. "In addition to being Alpha's Luna, the moon goddess has given her something that other female werewolves do not possess." "Elder Thomas is right, Elder Samuel." Alpha approached us, his tone tinged with sarcasm. "From now on, she is no longer an Omega. There is no Omega stronger than me, and I believe you feel the same way." I couldn't fathom how he thought I was stronger than him.

an old man behind the second woman said. "Could he be the god of war?" Someone listening to the gossip asked. The women set their eyes on the old man waiting for his response, the old man observed Broderick and said," there is only one god of war in the world." "Is he the one?" "Tell us, is he the one?" Before the old man could respond to the women's question, Broderick shouted like thunder as he beat his chest, "I will destroy kingdoms and break powers. I will crumble principalities."

Power hungry idiot. Yesterday Morning “I will not have this little human become more powerful than me! I am the most powerful God and I rule them all!” He bitched like a child. I had to keep my laugh hidden, his ego couldn’t handle it. And I needed to know what he wanted before he let me out. “How could a human be more powerful than any God?” I asked innocently.

He smirked, lifting an eyebrow. “Could say the same for you. Why are you shocked a guy isn’t a dickhead?” I shrugged, I didn’t know. Clearly my taste in men had been terrible up until that point. I don’t think I had ever met anybody like Dimitri. Beautiful, funny, caring and powerful. Yum, yum my type.

, Yuanliang said excitedly. "What", although they guessed something, they are shocked, not by the part in which he would look for them, but by how he was able to resurrect the mothers of his friends, this is something they never imagined, it is possible that in this world there is no such kind of power and perhaps the gods do not have it since they would revive the people devoted to them, so it is impossible for a mortal to resurrect a dead person, unless ... "He is one of the supreme gods of chaos", Shout Tang Cui'er.

Jonathan’s disbelief deepened. “How strong is Dustin, really?” “Perhaps as strong as the Second Supreme…” Joseph murmured. “The second strongest in the world?!” Jonathan’s eyes widened in shock.

“Y-you’re after t-the… the god and the g-goddess?! I… I-I t-thought you… I t-thought you’re after the h-human world?” “Who told you that?” He glowered, gritting his teeth. “You rebels are the worst pest I’ve ever seen. But yes, I intend to mould that world into my image. I’ll unleash the new creatures into their world to cause chaos, then I will swoop in and save it in my benevolence. They will see me as their saviour. I will be their god. Their all powerful, all omnipotent, all invincible god.” “N-no… No m-matter how… m-much p-power you steal, y-you’ll never be a… a g-god. N-never ever.” She spat.

I roll my eyes, “Don’t insult my intelligence. I was nearly struck down by lightning by someone who cursed you and because they hate you, want me dead. It’s simple deduction. Jartre is the only God with the power to shatter worlds and harness the power of lightning. A God who can rip a hole through the very fabric of existence, which is why he’s called the God of Gods.” “Could have been a raitruum who attacked,” he says feebly, his words sending an unpleasant zap through my spine. I scoff, “You don’t even believe that. Besides, I’m friends with the raitruum and they wouldn’t do that. Are you really going to tell me I’m wrong? All this time I was thinking a makkari was doing this. I even thou

"Ezra..." In the dream, I pushed in, thrusting deep and filled him. Bred him. Pumped my seed inside until it dripped out. Marked him. Owned him. His body shook under me. Hands clawing the sheets. But he pushed back—fuck, he pushed back wanting more. I wanted to break him. In the dream. In real life. Bend him until he knelt. Breed him until he worshipped and called me god. I stroked harder, my fist tight and balls drawing up. I imagined pinning him down, spreading his legs wide and fucking him raw. Until he bled. Until he cried. Until he begged for my cum. "Breed me," he'd say. "Make me yours."