The Battle Above The Gods Eye の小説・ストーリー

I mind linked them. “This is what the chant for the spell is: ‘Blood of my Blood and Power of the Storm, Pull the Influence of this God from Gaia’s, Dimitri’s, and Elijah’s Soul and Mind, Block Zeus from any other form of Control over Gaia, Dimitri, and Elijah. Spirit, I call on you to protect these Gods and Goddess minds and souls from coming undone. Fire, I call on you to burn what remains of his power. Air, I call on you to blow away the webs. Earth, I call on you to keep these Gods and Goddess grounded. Water, I call on you to wash away their confusion.’ Does everyone think they can remember that?” I asked.

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

The first one to realize was the leader, but somehow the leader dropped his head on his knees and bowed down. "Hail to the gods!" The leader said aloud. His instinct and good sense told him that these were beings praised by all, a god. "Hail to the gods!" "Hail to the gods!" "Hail to the gods!" The world's population of no more than 1000 people joined in bowing and speaking out. This made the old man called god smile. "Could evoke intelligence simply by feeding on the demonic beast, this little world is quite exciting. I think this is the right place "the old man stretched out his hand. A thin light came out of his index finger, streaming toward the leader and entering between his eyebrows.

Vera asked softly. Damon’s gaze turned distant, golden and red intertwining in his eyes. “Malachai’s watching. From his throne. He said if the gods try again, they’ll find him waiting.” That night, I stood alone on the balcony, looking out over the forest. The sky burned faintly red, the stars alive with that same impossible shimmer. The gods had crossed into our world. And for the first time, they weren’t the ones in control. I looked up at the heavens and muttered,

The air cracked like thunder as Erythos turned his full fury on Elior. The sheer force of his gaze weighed on the battlefield, pressing down like an unseen mountain. The sky churned, black clouds twisting into unnatural shapes, and the ground beneath Elior’s feet trembled as if recoiling from the god’s wrath. With a mere gesture, Erythos hurled Elior back. The impact sent him skidding across the broken ruins, stones shattering beneath his weight. Rael and Bram rushed to his side, barely able to keep their footing as the battlefield itself twisted and cracked.

⸻ Neither cared. Their attention remained fixed on the abyss. ⸻ A massive golden eye opened beneath the mountain. ⸻ Everyone froze. ⸻ Unlike the Fallen Celestial’s black eyes— This one glowed gold. ⸻ Brilliant. ⸻ Ancient. ⸻ Terrifying. ⸻ The eye blinked once. ⸻ Then locked onto the battlefield. ⸻ The voice spoke again. ⸻ “Oh.” ⸻ A pause. ⸻

I was the only one still trapped in the hatred of three years ago. I lit the candles and bowed my head before them. "Mom. Baby. I saw them again. "Julian Sterling thinks I'm going to save him." I gave a cold laugh. "This time, I'll send them to hell with my own hands."

Back to third-person POV Their arrival was dramatic. For millennia, the realm of the gods had been all but empty. A host of angels and Valkyries couldn't arrive unnoticed, nor could they be ignored. The gods walked toward the commotion. Thea, the triplets, and Xavier walked out in front to meet them, Lilith unconscious in Thea's arms. The core of Delta team stood behind them, then the Valkyries, then the angels hovered around everyone. Selene, the moon goddess, approached first.

". . . shit!" Robbie shouted. He, the Strays and the Raptors were fighting for their lives in the jungles of South America trying to capture a magical jewel called the Heaven's Eye from a maniacal shaman. The adversary conjured up a set of massive earth golems to aid his followers in the defense of the jewel, and all hell had broken loose. Robbie found himself lying on his back, scrambling to get out of the way of the descending foot of a golem before it crushed him like an insect.

Downstairs, 10,000 white roses formed a bed of flowers with 100 white candles scattered among them, surrounding a crystal box at the very center. Inside the box were my eyeballs. Next to the bed of flowers stood a choir as well as a priest, whom Samuel had specifically invited. He mentioned that Daeleen was the gentlest soul alive and that she would surely become an angel after death. Only a priest's prayers could ensure that Daeleen received my eyes.