The Last God Comic Novels & Stories

the man with the golden wings said, raising an index finger ever so casually. He jumped into the hole and grabbed the fallen god by the shoulder. "She is coming. . .for her. . .there's no stopping. . .her. . .now. . ." were Aion's last words right before he clenched the fingers of his left hand into a fist and the Okulus glowed once more then vanished off of his arm. The god in white and blue pursed his lips, clearly not pleased by what the other god had done. Aion's body then broke apart and disintegrated into green dust that settled on the ground below the man's feet.

"Because I was not their last creation." The world fractured. The vision began to fade, pulling Lyra back, but before she was gone - Aelthira whispered one last thing. "The gods have not finished their design." "And you, Lyra, are the key to what comes next." Lyra’s eyes snapped open. The book was still in her hands, but the moment had passed. The chamber was silent once more. Killian’s voice was sharp. “What did you see?” Lyra’s hands trembled.

Men like this heroic young healer. "I am the last of my kind mate," the teen boasted, ignoring the danger he was in by sharing this information. "I swapped teams, init?" he said, puffing out his small chest. His frame was small and angelic looking, but his aura reeked of cruelty. He told tales of his exploits, revelling in the glory of the pain he had caused in the name of an old god. A god named technology - the oldest of all the gods. "I am the technical GOD - he explained - blagging to the real GOD of CODE.

and she called me God is she trying to say I made her too? "BULLSHIT !!!!!!" he shouted at the top of his lungs as he gripped his head. "this is all bullshit I can't believe this no way the world has ended no way that-" *whack* he's hit from behind and falls on the floor and starts losing conciousness. ' this is all bullshit I refused to believe this ,I refuse ' these where his last thoughts before passing out. "let's take him to the hideout Jade". "sure this black"

Lucian’s face turned green when he spottedmany people from the abandoned world. However, he quickly replied, "You guys are here at the right time. Since you are all already here, then I shall kill all of you. That guy is actually in the fourth-grade ultimate god-level. It looks like you guys can only leave him to me! I shall leave the others to my junior brothers and sisters, it should not be a difficult thing for them!"

Then laughed. A short laugh. A bitter laugh. "That's it?" Everyone turned toward him. The Alpha Prince shrugged. "I thought it would be worse." Lyra looked at him in disbelief. "Worse?" Ronan smiled. A tired smile. "We're fighting ancient gods." He gestured around the battlefield. "The end of creation." The Last Door. The Eater. The Forgotten One. The Lost Queen. "Honestly?" He tightened his grip on his sword. "I'm surprised I survived this long."

Greetings my lovely authors, This is the continuation of the book 'THE LAST ALPHA' which will be updated with the sequel 'THE LAST ALPHA : WAR OF FANGS'. I hope you will support my story just like the prequel. Thank you Zia Prologue The burnt orange sun was set below the horizon, and it’s the shadows that casted upon the town of human beings. The clustered clouds were scattered to the end of the sky, where the sun was burning with its last light. Twinkling stars which were supposed to fill the night, were scared to show up in the dusk.

she says, “the vessel collapses. and when the vessel collapses ” she points a cracked, trembling finger at aria. “ the halves seek each other to survive.” aria freezes. clara’s breath stutters. i go very, very still. “what are you saying?” i growl. the goddess tilts her head, eyes hollow. “i am the last structure holding the divine pieces apart. when i die… they will merge whether they want to or not.” aria’s knees buckle. i catch her instantly. clara’s lightning surges with panic.

"No one tells that story. But you've asked two of your three questions. Let's get this over with. I really want to go home with Lexi sooner than later." "What choice do you think the God of Chaos made when his Innehavre, now the God of the Underworld, tried to rekindle their relationship by presenting an olive branch in the form of an invitation to the Table of the Gods? Something which Chaos had never been invited to before." The small creature jumped off the hand and walked towards Jinx. He shook his head as he paused to note the pathetic glob that now had bones and one eye. "Might need to put this out of its misery." "Don't touch him." Jinx snarled, baring all of his teeth. "And what do I

It was cute watching them together. First, meeting at that diner, then Krewe sneaking into the party, and last but not least, Krewe coming to the rescue during my dear half-sisters first shift. What even brought them together? The Goddess wasn't a good woman. She didn't perform acts of kindness like this. No! She destroyed love and tore people apart. Making wolves be bound to a lover called a mate for like. Sickening. She tore my family apart. That's why I'm here. Just watching and waiting for my time to strike.