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“If you don’t want to lose your tongue. This omega is my mate and the queen of this region.” I blinked in surprise as Byron’s voice rang out, his hand gesturing to Olenna. “I don’t know what age you’re living in, but here, omega’s do important work.” She nodded slightly at him in acknowledgment. “An omega?” The guest said, contempt ringing in his voice. “I couldn’t tell.” “Perhaps you need to get your eyes checked.” Olenna said coolly. “We have excellent doctors here.” “How dare—“ “That’s enough.” Draven said Abd the hall immediately quietened. His gaze narrowed on the guest and those behind him. “Don’t forget whose council you’re currently standing in. This isn’t Europe.”

For six years, i sat behind closed doors, hidden in the darkness, observing, plotting, and preparing myself to exert vengeance on those who took everything away from me. For six years, I watched them have a happy life when they destroyed mine. According to my name 'Ares' which meant 'God of war', I was willing to go to the end of the earth to bring war, and destruction upon those who took my life away from me. Coming to Phoenix-Crest High was part of a perfectly curated plan that was made from the very beginning. Where else would be a perfect place to begin to exert my revenge if not from the place that the most gruesome betrayal happened.

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.

He looked at some of the techniques he had selected. Nine Waves Buddha Palm, a palm attack technique that allows the user to unleash waves that can destroy mountains. As the name suggests, this technique was a special technique only learned by disciples of the Buddhist Sect. Sword Of Heaven Equal, a sword technique that is said to be able to slash heaven to pieces if learned to its peak. This is one of the highest techniques of sword techniques.

Tristan Mercer is the commander—otherwise known as the Alpha—of Drovenia's premier special forces unit, codenamed the Fenrir unit. After retiring from the army, he goes undercover into civilian life to repay the debt he owes Claire Grayson for saving his life. He hides his past and marries into the Grayson family as a live-in son-in-law, becoming Claire's househusband. For five long years, even though Claire is sharp-tongued and cruel, Tristan swallows his pride and cooks and cleans without complaint. He tells himself he's doing this to repay Claire. Then their daughter, Ruby Grayson, suffers a sudden heart attack. While the doctors try and fail to save her, Claire is off taking care of h

It had been ages since a new God of War had risen in the Celestial Realm, leading to this dire predicament. The deadlock broke when my husband, Rein, the God of Water, and my sister's husband, Calder, the God of Fire, arrived side by side. The sight of them made me ball my hands into fists, while my sister's gaze turned steely. The Celestial Guards rallied as if they had found their pillar of strength. An elder stepped forward and said, "You Demons really think you can take these sisters and throw the world into chaos? The Celestial Realm will never stand for it!"

After a turn, they disappeared from my sight completely. My friend teased while driving. "What, don't tell me you're still attached to him. I can still turn around, you know. We haven't gone far." I shook my head lightly. "No. You know how much I hate him. "I was just thinking how unpredictable life is." I had once loved the twenty-three-year-old Julian Sterling, the man who held an umbrella for me in the rain, terrified even a corner of my clothes would get wet. I had also loved the Julian Sterling who held me through all those nights when I suffered because the oracle blocks never blessed me, whispering comfort into my ear.

"Even though the Ancient Mountain Beast's spatial laws and Imperishable Flames are extremely extraordinary, they are still a bit lacking to my level. They are not a match for me." The God of War said lightly. He did not place the Mountain Ancient Beast's Spatial Laws and the Eternal Fire in his eyes at all. In fact, he also had the ability to do so. He was strong enough to sweep through everything. Compared to the other bones, he was more than a little bit stronger, so he was not afraid of these things.

He smiled evilly with disdain all over his face. The God of War was angry. "God of War, Hadith has made a great contribution this time. If we can break through the great formation outside the star spirit and cultivate into divine bodies, we should all thank Hadith," the God of the Ocean said as he shot a meaningful glance at the God of War. "I believe in Hadith. No matter what, he is a Westerner. He will definitely not lie to us," the God of the Sun said with a smile. "Hadith, I also trust you," the God of the Ocean said.

“This legend speaks of the only power capable of opposing the primordial magic Lucen is using. Not ice techniques, not wind formations. But raw power, the power of the ‘God of War’.” Rayden stepped closer, narrowing his eyes as he looked at the carvings in the book. The word God of War felt so grand, so mythical, it bordered on unreal. “God of War? I’ve never heard of it.” “Of course not,” Arion replied. “Because it is not part of any known cultivation system. It is an anomaly, a power from an ancient era that predates all sects and clans. A power born from pure battle, not from meditation.”