Novel & Cerita The Battle Above The Gods Eye

Fighting an Elder God, even in your head, was apparently an exhausting process. Jane and Robbie had been hovering over Red until she came too. Arthur had been called in to check on her, and several other allies followed along. Red had defied a god . . . they all wanted to know how. "You okay?" Jane whispered when Red stared up at her, one eye beautiful green and the other eerie and red. "No," Red replied. "No, I'm not." Arthur was investigating the warrior's red eye. "I take it . . ." "Nothing," Red interrupted. "I can't see anything with it." She closed that eye.

"His magic is in the air too. I can taste it." Drayton steps forward, taking the attention away from me for a moment. "I can smell that too, and taste it. But what if it is this Shinee you speak of? What are we going to do to go against an Immortal." "It's not an Immortal," Archer stresses, nudging Thorran to confirm. "A powerful Immortal isn't going to have an interest in something like this." He might. With an Alpha at least.

Goldie continues to advance further. “Hey, hey, hey!” Leonardo calls out to him, running to the doorway as well. He quickly jogs up the stairs of the basement, keeping a close eye on the young man ahead of him. As Goldie reached the top, he sees a group of armed men pointing their guns at him. Bullets started to rain, the sound of the firing squad was all he could hear. To defend himself, he holds his hands up. He has seen this before, and he does not intend to get shot or hurt again today. At this moment, his vision became clearer than before. The trajectory of each bullet becomes easier to spot. They all slowly come to a halt, remaining suspended in the air. The metal projectiles shake sli

Xassin. Erebus’ eyes are always the first thing I notice about him. They are ever changing in shape and colour, like a kaleidoscope. Today they were slowly drifting between crimson and topaz. He sat on the chair with the two other elder gods, Ra and Zurvan. They were all too composed on those thrones of theirs—the big three, as the others called them. Personally, I had seen stronger gods in my travels, gods that were simply uninterested in this hierarchy that was put in place, and exiles, demons that could make universes tremble with their power. And, of course, the other six heavens above them.

Darkous gasped lightly when they began to fade, slowly soaking into the metal implants that his father had forced upon him. A large and pure smile began to appear across the psychopathic lords lips as his vision began to return; shock spreading throughout his large frame. It became much like what it had been before his father had surgically removed his eyes, replacing them for metal implants; the world around him more vibrant and filled with colour. The fussiness of the mechanically white eyes began to dissipate, leaving the lord of hell with increasingly perfect vision; something which he had not experienced in centuries. Hades turned slowly, beginning to approach his brother as he spoke; h

Serious wounds and injury would do him no good, even if he's a god, for it'll require him ambrosia, the heavenly food of the gods, for him to recover. The cold tip's pressure against his back disappears. Dionysus felt relief flood his body as he slowly turned to face whoever they are. And he was met with a child - a teenager - with feline eyes, a button nose, and raven-black hair holding a bow and arrow that's taller than their body. A wave of nostalgia ripples through the wine god as he stared at the pale skinned boy. Has he seen him before?

In Mount Kpamos Helena, locked in Robos’ dungeon struggled to breathe. Her wounds were not healing quick enough and this was because Robos had applied the Mekai, a golden liquid substance that was known to kill gods if it was stabbed into their hearts. But he had only applied a small amount to her injuries making it impossible to heal quickly, it was his demented way of punishing her. She squeezed her eyes in pain as the broken bones of her wrists merged slowly. Tears fell down her cheeks but her heart and mind was set; she would not reveal the whereabouts of her children. If they were destined to destroy the gods then she’ll happily die in the hands of her children so long as they lived. He

She notices something moving in the pressbox across from them, noticing figures occupy it. Theo catches her eye from inside, standing beside a giant man, with eyes as stern and stormy as his. They're an intense blue just like a ghost of Theo's. His hairs long and white with a golden crown pushing it away from his face. He's a hulk of a man. She feels the weight of those eyes when they cut to her, feeling intense pressure. The shivers are back and nearly make her crumble. She sees another god standing to the left of him and feels Damon stiffen next to her. She notices he's watching the figure beside who she knows to be Zeus and Theo.

Gods understood the kind of arithmetic where victory and loss were separated only by how much collateral one was willing to burn. Celeste was speaking his language now. And she knew it. The waves rose a little higher. The ocean was listening. Remy shifted his weight once, silent and ready. Ares noticed that too, but his eyes remained on Celeste. The war god’s attention had narrowed to a point, and the narrowing itself was dangerous. That was when gods became most violent: when they could no longer pretend the challenge was trivial. Celeste lifted her chin. She did not raise Hellebore.

⚡ A giant golden eye suddenly opened above the city. Bigger than mountains. Bigger than the sky itself. Watching. Waiting. Searching. 💀 And the moment it saw Ilyaan— The eye smiled. 😱😱😱