The God Of Speed Novels & Stories

However, it was all in vain. Andrius had not even burned his beast blood for speed, yet he shot forward like a comet. He left only waves of energy behind him like a supercar’s exhaust in the mortal world. In less than half an hour, Andrius completely disappeared from their sight. “I get it now!” A Heavenly Fiend Phoenix clan expert suddenly said, “He must have stolen the body of a Heavenly Fiend Phoenix Grand Sovereign.” “That’s right! Only a Grand Sovereign can surpass us in speed.”

And yet, her body screamed as though someone was placing a hot poker against her skin. Goodwin glanced at her through the rear view mirror, “So ... Haven’t you ever been in a car before?” The princess shook her head, staring out the window as they passed by the trees at amazing speeds. The scenery quickly moving by with them. “No, not ever.” Michael chuckled, “Her stupid father does not like automobiles. I don’t understand why, they can get you to places much quicker than horse carriages.” “Yeah ... I don’t understand it myself. Must be because he hates his people so much that he wants them to suffer without the technological advances we have.” Goodwin laughed as he glanced at Michael throug

The cold water hit my skin but all I could feel was the heat building inside me. In the dream, I pulled out, flipped him over with his face down on the bed. Ass up. His shorts ripped away and skin bare. I spread his cheeks, licked him there and his moans filled the room. "Please," he begged. "Kieran... my god..." Yes. God. I was his God. I fucked my fist faster, water streaming down my chest an back. I leaned against the tile. Head tipped up. Moaned his name low. "Ezra..."

The celestial god had bridged a gap between gods and humans a long time ago. He watched her run in the garden like a three years old child with no care in the world. Her laughter rang in the wind like soft bells. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Adjusting the flowers, he walked toward her confident. His mind was made up, he was going to talk to her, and they were going to be friends. Soon, he got to where she stood with a wide grin plastered on his face. He extended the flowers to her. But to his dismay, she walked past him. He followed her, hoping she’d accept his flowers. But it was almost like he wasn't there. He realized she could not see him. She had no idea someone

He wanted to tell them about the reckless driver who had splashed dirty water all over him on the way here, but the words got stuck in his throat. “I… I… it wasn’t intentional. I—I…”The War God reduced to yes ma’am by a fierce loyal friend.“I… I… it wasn’t intentional. I….It was one reckless driver—” “It’s okay,” Elena cut in gently. “Just don’t come late next time.” “Yes, Miss Carter,” he replied with a faint smile. “You better not,” Nadia added, pointing a finger at him like a warning. “If you do, I’ll be the one to personally deal with you.”

Or rather, in a mere 23 years… World War 4 pushed the world to the verge of destruction. That’s when on the 23rd year, July 1st. One of the legendary twelve apostles of the God of Creation suddenly appeared, and ‘it’ decided to put an end to everything. ‘It’ destroyed several of the strongest and leading causes countries of World War 4 in just three days by itself, alone. Even with full preparation to meet against his attacks, not a single one of them is able to take down the apostle— even if it’s the powerful celestial gods who are just one rank below them.

"I see you seek the truth. " I moved closer towards him. "May I ask what truth you're talking about? " "I know you have questions about why you can't just stop reliving this day. " My eyes flickered frantically. "Oh my—you know? " "Brace yourself for what I am about to say next. " He looked up for a second then turned towards me. "My name is Mann; THE GOD OF TIME... and, time is not on our side, Tyre. " The traffic going on in my head was enough to make it explode. My silver briefcase shook staggeringly and I held it with a firmer grip.

The Northwest Demon instinctively looked at Colby, gritting his teeth; he swallowed a blood-red pill, then held his hands in front of Salem. “Please.” Salem shook his head. “I’ll let you make three moves. If not, you won’t be enough for me to warm up.” The Northwest Demon was instantly infuriated; he was also a prominent figure—a God of War who had been around for a long while. And yet, he was just a nobody in Salem’s eyes. Everyone who became a God of War was clearly extremely hardworking. After swallowing the pill, the Northwest Demon took a step forward. Bam!

I couldn't help but say, "You should laugh while you still can. Once you regret this, you won't be laughing anymore." Calum's brow furrowed. "What are you even talking about? What do we have to regret? Stop talking nonsense." Why would they regret it? Because the demolition was fake, and they had just driven away a son worth hundreds of millions over something that didn't even exist.

Giordano slammed his foot onto the gas pedal, and the car launched forward, the tires screeching loudly against the smooth floor as he tore out of the garage and into the city streets. The drive to his private estate was a blur of pure speed and adrenaline. Giordano drove like a man possessed, cutting through the midnight Manhattan traffic without a single care for the speed limits. He shifted the gears violently, the car weaving past regular sedans and yellow cabs like a black bullet.