The World Conquest Giving Birth To Become A God Novels & Stories

Zevran's palm brushed over the enormous head of the wolf god as he turned back to it. "A lie was the foundation of this world." His eyes were burning. However, I'll remind them. I took a step forward. "How are you going to accomplish that?" Zevran grinned slowly. Be patient. "In the same manner as all rulers." His fingers tightened into a fist. "With war." Dust rained from the roof as the temple trembled once more. A harsh roar from the wolf deity reverberated across the earth underneath us. It was palpable in my bones.

The entire city had descended into what felt like hell on earth. System: [World Self-Destruction Countdown: 9 hours, 58 minutes, 2 seconds.] [World collapse is accelerating! Spatial instability is increasing! The Host is advised to speed up the sacrifice process!] Dean gritted his teeth as unbearable pain spread through his body. The loss of his life force was accelerating rapidly. “Sophia, don’t be afraid. I’m here. Very soon, you’ll wake up again.” [Vitality sacrifice in progress! Host’s vitality lost: 80%! Pain level: Maximum!]

Whether they be powerful or lesser ones, they’d been given a chance to win the holy throne. The rules were simple, each of them chose a young mortal to be their champion, granting them their powers and weapons, and they would place them in a magical world they created as an arena. Whoever reached the finish line on the other side of the world first would be the winner, the winning god would become the next Supreme God, and the winning champion would be granted whatever desire to reshape our world. All the pantheons happily accepted the proposal, and so they dubbed it: the Game of Heavens and Earth.

She looked at those present, and the voice that came from her lips was not only hers: “The Conclave is open. But the cycle is about to break. Those who are worthy… will remain standing at the end. Those who are not… will feel the wrath of rebirth.” The voice echoed with three different tones. Hers, the Goddess’s, and something more… primal. The crows beat their wings at the same time. The ground trembled. The air oscillated, as if time were being stretched and folded around her. Anya whispered, with tears streaming down her face: “The son of a god is going to be born. And death itself will be his nursemaid.” Dmitry pulled out the main chair, the Blood Throne of the Alphas, and offered it to

They underestimated him. They believed he was still… just human. They were wrong. He declared war right then—on the *entire* Spirit World. I remember that moment. The silence. The fire in his eyes. The promise of vengeance. We followed him Charon, ferryman of the dead. Thanatos, god of death. Myself. Three others. Loyal to the core. We gave everything we had. We bled, betrayed, broke—and finally, we escaped. That’s how the gates of hell were born. That’s how our world was forged.

She opened her palm and water from the lake floated to her palm, forming a circling halo. “This is the wish of anyone who want to become a god. Slowly, but surely, gain the power and resources needed to rule the world. This conviction and wealth of both magic and world order will open the doors to ascension. But can a mortal so easily become a god? No, they need something special. Something more. They need strong will. They conquer tribulations and finally, the gates of the heavens open and they become an entity that rules over the world.” “Is that…your goal?”

All hell broke loose. We sit in our little haven, watching as one country declares war on another. Bombs and bullets fly, air strikes cripple them. The innocent humans hunker down wherever they can find shelter or safety. And for the moment, we are spared. The war wages on. Thousands, millions die, in the conflict I’ve created. Humans and supernatural alike flee from the chaos. The whole world is on fire. Without a human authority to regulate us, I started claiming vast amounts of land - land that in the past belonged to my family anyway - and started to build, expand, silently creating the biggest, most dangerous mixed pack the world has ever seen.

" yes he can do all things and interpretation is one of them, maybe you should tell him your dream," warlock was silent and then he said to her looking at Opolopo, " i guess that won't be necessary he know out mind right " Opolopo smiled and began to speak" the land you see is the the place where all of us shall live and on his soil we shall raise our children, that is our destiny either we like it or not, human shall rule human and gods shall rule gods, there won't be another option, but of all gods and goddesses, you time has come to live human land and journey to the land, there a girl await you, one who shall marry you and give you many children, now is the time you shall meet her and t

His eyes darkened. " Stupid woman! She could have stayed with me and becoming the very first Wolf of my world!" Noah stays silent, having no words to say. " But now I don't worry about it. My dearest daughter is here with her precious big belly. Once she gives birth of the baby, send it to the lab immediately. We must create more children to protect our civilization! Usually more and more - Lots of clones with ability to reproduction. In my world, I want to be the Almighty King of everything. I will rule the world soon!" He laughs hysterically in front of the dead body who worked hard a lot to protect this mysterious Magic tower.

"When the baby feeds the woman from what the child has from within." "It doesn't make sense." Hoots replied. Wahika slammed her hand on the book. "This is it." She exclaimed. "The birth syndrome connotes the process of the child feeding off it's mother's powers and not from what she takes in. While the child feeds from her powers, the woman face grows thin, but it will never be visible to anyone except someone of high divinity. There are no records to show this is possible, but it happened in 1307 when a confessor experience the same thing. The consequences of letting the child live is directly proportional to a collapsed world - Thus the child must die when it is a male." Wahika stopped. "W