The God And The Gwisin Novelas e Histórias

he was like a God that what everyone thought when seeing him a handsome guy like him was rarely seen among wolves only fox were so beautiful but the difference is that they had a feeling of seductive even if they are just looking at you. 'I wonder if I have a mate I mean I didn't even shift no mate would like me as their mates' apart from thinking of his failure in shifting sometimes his thoughts fall on his mate he didn't Know what kind of a mate moon Goddness would bless him with or maybe he will have no mate just like he didn't shift or maybe he will have one but can not obtain her just rejected , fifteen minutes had passed and Barbie was back with a roasted big meat she gave it to his so

MOON GODDESS AND GANESHJI The scene warmed my heart—the bond between the wolf, Xyler, and Aarya was a beautiful sight. Amid their worries, these moments of joy offered much-needed respite. In the chamber of destiny, I am poring over ancient scrolls with an unexpected partner: Lord Ganesh, a deity known for his wisdom. Ganeshji’s grin was infectious as he cast a glance towards the globe that projected the unfolding events on Earth. “They are handling the issue better than my expectations,” he mused.

- who seems like a fresh face in the world of crime. ‘Goldie? That’s it? No surname?’ Katcha thinks. Balthazar had many articles tied to his name, but this Goldie person seemed to have come out of nowhere. He’s been convicted of committing arson six months ago, but the news of his conviction didn’t come out until two days ago. There wasn’t any news of him from last year. She expands her search on different social media platforms, but all she could find were people who shared the same name, but not the same face. This was the same person who helped her escape from Darryl’s place.

A cathedral of pain masquerading as discipline. And at its heart, a table. Not for feast. Not for audience. But set with a single silver parchment. A contract. Velis stood beside it, silent and still, like a shadow made flesh. No armor now—no crown, no mask. Just tailored black, the shirt unbuttoned to the sternum, exposing a chest carved with centuries of war and pleasure both. He looked like a relic. A sin turned saint. A god that never forgot how to bleed. His eyes, twin embers of restrained hunger, flicked to Caelum’s awakening form. And then—he smiled.

Mahisar fled to his quarters, his breath ragged, the edges of his vision still pulsing with the aftershocks of pain. His master’s fury was unlike anything he had ever felt. The plan had to change—and fast—if they were to have any hope of defeating the Goddess Warrior and the growing alliance at her back. Failing to seize her weapons, let alone destroy them, had tilted the balance sharply against them.

The mighty don't notice the small. Elena said nothing. Her father continued, “They say the War God is mighty and powerful in a way most people will never understand. No one dares speak when he says no. No one even coughs or breathes wrong in his presence. It’s said he fought bravely in the last war. — In all of this, here is the part you need to hear — he needs you just as much as you need him.”

No one dared to act rashly. It had been a long time since the Novem Skies had produced a new god of war. That was why things had ended up like this. Just as the situation fell into a stalemate, my wife and sister-in-law arrived. My wife was Nerissa Loden, and she was the goddess of water. My sister-in-law, Aurelia Ignis, was the goddess of fire. The moment I saw them, I subconsciously tightened my clenched fists, while Noctis' gaze turned icy.

She trailed off thinking of how confusing that would sound to him. “Some people worship other Gods and sometimes Goddesses,” she added trying for clarity. “Like, the Goddess of Fertility and Harvest, or God of the Water or Wind… That’s what the Order of the Nexsis are against. They want their God and the way that they worship him to be the only god and the only way.”

He honestly felt nothing for the goddess he killed. “How was a goddess left on earth after the gods’ ascension?” Alpha Ashwood seemed scholarly in his attention. “That I do not know. I do know that Gumihos are forest gods. They protect the forest from the harm of humans by eating their hearts and sucking out their life force. They lure you in with a sweet scent and beautiful face, then kill you for trespassing. They are more demons than gods. That one has killed five of my men since turning 18.” The American Alphas look at me with wide eyes. Father smirks.