Unrivalled God Of War Novels & Stories

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.

"Our orders are only to eliminate the God of War. But information has been tightly sealed. We still don't know who this God of War actually is." "Until we identify our target... no one makes a move." One of the heavily built Caucasian mercenaries scoffed. "It's just one God of War. Why send all of us? Chris and George alone could handle him." Jordan frowned. "Never underestimate your enemy. If headquarters deployed every one of us... then it means this God of War is far more dangerous than you think." His expression remained grave. Ordinarily, just a handful of these mercenaries could wipe out an entire criminal organization overseas.

“All these years, all I’ve done for you, all I sacrificed for this pack, and you choose this over me?” “I’m not choosing anything,” Dorian said firmly. “You are making this into something it is not.” “Oh, really?” She turned to me again. “Then tell me, little girl… did he tell you who I am to him?” I swallowed hard. “No,” I whispered. Ravina smiled cruelly. “I am his future Luna.” The words felt like knives. My stomach dropped. My throat tightened. Future… Luna? She walked slowly, confidently, like she already owned the place… like she already owned him.

" The thunderous roar drained the color from the faces of Velda and every Mercer Group employee present. She tried to step forward and explain, but I raised my hand and cut her off. "Save it. You lost the right to speak to us the moment you let Jude dig up my parents' graves." Gunthar walked up to me and swept the red cloth off the plaque, revealing the bold, gliding words dancing across the wood. "Sword of the nation, guardian of the people." "Company, attention! Render salute to the First-Class Meritorious Hero of Talon Unit, Callan Wright!"

Jake said. “It’s you, Wrath. We voted you in as President,” Trick said. Jake shook his head but Trick continued before he could say anything. “You’re the best man for the job. Bandit and Nitro said they’d make you VP when Bandit retired and Nitro took over. We all know you’ve got the skills to lead the Warriors. This is the time where you choose, Wrath. Either you stand with us and take the patch or you turn around right now and leave. I know you’re loyal, but we need a President. We need someone that will lead us into battle, not just an affiliate that’s pissed because his friends were killed. We need to stand united right now, under a good leader, under you.”

“And what’s worse, I felt his rage, and hatred. For me.” The silence between them grew thick. Then Nero’s voice dropped, deep and cold, his burning eyes flicking to Nico. “They touched what’s mine, Nico. My wife. My children.” His eyes lifted, dark and blazing. “If she’s hurt, if either of them are hurt, I will drown this city in blood. I’ll find every last one of them and make them wish they were never born.” Nico didn’t speak. He’d seen Nero’s wrath before, but this, this was different. It wasn’t rage. It was a war. If he decided to go on a vendetta, then the entire city might really be drenched in death and blood.

She had to survive first and plot her revenge later. By the time his tall intimidating frame walked back into the room, she already had her answer. He scared her senseless, he had a very powerful aura she had never felt before. His eyes sparkled with mischief, he could seduce anyone without even trying. His deep voice was like brown rich honey and warm milk. He looked like a representation of a Greek god from mount Olympus. His clothes latched unto his sexy muscles and broad shoulders. His amber eyes were staring deep into her soul. He was one fine ass man. Ariel swallowed hard, he was insanely hot, she was losing her mind. Her cheeks flushed, they were bright red. What was this man doing to

It was excitement. They had been married for years without Silvia ever getting pregnant, and when they went in for tests, the doctor told them the problem was him. His sperm activity was extremely low. It was severe enough that natural conception was almost impossible. It was the deepest source of his insecurity, something he had never told anyone, not even Silvia or his own mother. Instead, he had watched Silvia drink those herbs and take those supplements again and again, using her suffering to hide his own flaws.

Hikaru added from the sidelines. " No, Rhane is the creator of Versions." Amber shook her head. " What?!" Manor and I exclaimed as we both poked our heads out of our huddle. " Yeah, a long time ago, long before the war of the gods for the one true god. The gods were having a cold war against each other. Asil Luna Goddess of Healing and Lexi Bathory God of Virtue against Exinious, God of War, and Helder Lord of the underworld. The only one that stayed neutral was Zagerust, the God of curiosity. He's the only one that remained friends of the two sides, but he was easily distracted by his curiosity that he couldn't stop the cold war." Amber started the tale with a nod.

Theo drag his body out of the stream to shore and laid back making the huffing sound. It was Theo first battle, and it was the hardest battle of all, and as well as Theo regret not bringing his sword, because it would be a little bit easy, with the black sword, over time during the practices, Theo notice that the black sword was too sharp, and feel regretted and thankful for the person who sold it without knowing anything.