War God Novels & Stories

He was fighting to break him. To break everything. The Warlord’s body burst like a star going supernova, blood boiling into light, bone into fire, soul into something vast and hungry and endless. And when the glare cleared— When the smoke curled away— What stood where he fell wasn’t a man anymore. It was a god. A god made of ash and teeth and ruin, its smile a horizon of knives, its shadow swallowing the world whole. And Kael— Kael was still on his knees, head bowed, black fire flickering like dying embers as the god laughed and laughed and laughed—

Not today. I closed my eyes. "Nathan, she possesses the power of the Moon Goddess. She needs to be inside right now!" His eyelids flickered for a second and he glanced at her. "No way!" He shook his head. "She's the moon wolf?!" He pointed at her. "Yes listen, Nathan—" "Are you stupid? I thought you were bringing in strays again, but you brought this dangerous hybrid to our doorstep?!" The veins at his neck bulged, threatening to tear out of his flesh.

I turn away from Chepi and curl into a ball, closing my eyes and listening to the tree's words in my head. The Gud species is, as you suspect, descended from the original God, Forradd, who had great powers. He could change forms, manipulate the earth, and even time itself. Now Forradd was desperately in love with Sanju, the original goddess. I laugh a little. It kind of seemed like everyone's problems could be chalked up to loving someone.

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.

This was another huge blow to them after suffering from the scare of the Nine Word Mantra. Anyone who could visualize a deity as a Nefarious Deity was someone who worshipped it. From what they knew of Silly Husky, it had to be the Star Lord of Greedy Wolf Star. They could imagine what Chase was made of if he worshipped a Grim Reaper like that. Killing a devotee of the Star Lord of Greedy Wolf Star would incur a clean execution. No one would be spared even if they surrendered. Everyone was filled with fear. The Great Wilderness Nation's formation was about to achieve the power of a stage-ten major martial god, but its energy suddenly decreased.

I growled softly. “My children are valuable, cursed ones; this war should never have splashed onto my wolves!” The goddess roared so powerfully that the pressure of her roar caused trees around her to split in half, demonstrating the strength of the deity. An idea arose in my mind, and I bowed in reverence. “I agree, Goddess… If your grace holds any plan that can benefit us, I will be your honored warrior, ready to heed your orders!” My firm and fervent tone caught the entity's attention.

“Boss!” The voice on the other end was filled with emotion. “It's Black Garuda! I've retired too, and I just arrived in Mahatara City!” Arka did not interrupt. “Ever since you left, that bastard Black Fang has been suppressing our team! Every dangerous mission gets dumped on us! But all the credit goes to them! A lot of our brothers have already been pushed out!” Arka's gaze immediately hardened. 21

Three hundred distinct, blinding points of celestial light lit up across my deep-sight array like stars waking up on the ground. "The grid is active, Architect," Torin transmitted, his pristine white fur glowing with a blinding intensity as he acted as the central router for the pack. "Then we weave the mesh," the Progenitor projected. The fifteen-foot-tall, Starved Silver god of war stepped up right behind me. It didn't grab my arm this time. It placed its massive, heavy silver hand directly against the center of my back, right between my shoulder blades. "Open the conduit," the ancient weapon commanded.

I covered my mouth and screamed, as if I had just seen a ghost. 2 Perhaps Shia did not know who he was. But I recognized that face immediately. Thor, the God of Strength, son of Odin—one of the chief gods reborn in Asgard. Alongside Hodr, the God of Darkness, and Heimdall, the Guardian God, he belonged to the same battle unit. Together, they had slaughtered countless members of the Vanir. Though none of them individually matched Lan’s strength, the three seemed bound together in spirit and soul from birth. Whenever they appeared simultaneously within Vanir territory, no survivors were ever left behind.

"Ezra..." In the dream, I pushed in, thrusting deep and filled him. Bred him. Pumped my seed inside until it dripped out. Marked him. Owned him. His body shook under me. Hands clawing the sheets. But he pushed back—fuck, he pushed back wanting more. I wanted to break him. In the dream. In real life. Bend him until he knelt. Breed him until he worshipped and called me god. I stroked harder, my fist tight and balls drawing up. I imagined pinning him down, spreading his legs wide and fucking him raw. Until he bled. Until he cried. Until he begged for my cum. "Breed me," he'd say. "Make me yours."