Strongest God Novels & Stories

He mumbled, "Perhaps his father and mother planned to kill the Youkai King long ago. God of Thunder Rey de Los Lobos and God of Metal Dragón de Hierro are nonetheless two gods at the top of the heavens, although they do not use their strength to fight every day, their strength is still unlike that of ordinary people. The Youkai King is not strong enough to be their opponent. He used all his strength to block a single blow from the two gods, but his body was seriously injured.

Though there are species which are fighting for power and dominance, people who want to suppress weaker ones so they could rule but then there's this big power above them all which keeps them at leash and maintains peace. If you are talking about Goddess then you are somehow right because that power is gifted by Goddess only but I am talking about the MASTER. The most powerful creature. More powerful than dragons and fairies. Powerful enough to defeat everyone even if all the spirits come together. The man selected by God to protect the weak and maintain peace among all races. The most strongest and powerful warlock/wizard of the whole world. Yeah it's me. The Master.

After that, Alex briefly said a few words about his encounters in the past six months. Luna felt more puzzled as she listened. It completely went beyond her perception, especially when she heard that a demonic creature like the Abyssal Overlord, which was more powerful and terrifying than the Supreme God, existed. She didn’t even know what level the Supreme God was at, but it sure sounded like the strongest god in the world. However, the woman’s thoughts were simple. “Hubby, you’ve successfully cleared the trial and escaped from the mouth of that demonic creature whatsoever. Over time, you will definitely be able to kill them.”

I covered my mouth and screamed, as if I had just seen a ghost. 2 Perhaps Shia did not know who he was. But I recognized that face immediately. Thor, the God of Strength, son of Odin—one of the chief gods reborn in Asgard. Alongside Hodr, the God of Darkness, and Heimdall, the Guardian God, he belonged to the same battle unit. Together, they had slaughtered countless members of the Vanir. Though none of them individually matched Lan’s strength, the three seemed bound together in spirit and soul from birth. Whenever they appeared simultaneously within Vanir territory, no survivors were ever left behind.

As soon as he said those words, I couldn't help but ask him a question that was both perplexing and interesting. “Have all of the gods and goddesses vanished?” I did travel back to that period of time, but a thousand years had elapsed in the present. The only thing I could say after realizing what had happened was to ask the small kid, "The Wiccer is considered to be the most powerful being who created this entire universe, but it is also said that he is the only powerful one to destroy it."

The other six Indomitable Stormborn Tribes have knives, some are swords, and some are giants. The world's treasures, there are strong and weak, but the eight-person Giant Great God is naturally the strongest and highest level of the world's treasures. Eight great treasures of the eight Indomitable Stormborn Tribes of the Great World, the force of contemplation of mantras, rays of light illuminating the entire desert, even the outer desert with the same space message was projected through. Radiant OasisHy, a little weak, Fiery Tyrant was shocked inside, his eyes stinging.

So, he took their side when his sister needed him the most, his heart felt miserable when he did it, and when he saw Athena’s soul break in her eyes, he wanted to kill himself, but it had to be done. “The Blacks and Dubois rule this city. Or rather, this country Theia,” Cleon's voice did not falter. She inhaled a deep puff of air at the truth. She couldn’t breathe well due to all the crying she had done earlier. “More so Blacks than Dubois, but it doesn’t matter. They are equally powerful,” he concluded his words. “I am your weakness, and they know it,” Athena thought if it were true. Was she really that transparent?

"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.

I asked myself. "Help me" I heard her say. Hearinb her say 'help me' soften my heart, her voice was so weak and powerless but still it was ethereal. It was magical. Her voice woke up something in me, I felt a strange urge, to make her mine right there. My staring at her wasn't doing me any good as her smell, physique and voice I heard some seconds ago was messing my mind up. 'Stupid. Listening to me would do you some good. Wake up and stop dreaming. This is why I am stronger than you. Pick her up and get the hell out of here.'

"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."