Wrath Of God Book Novels & Stories

"I am only here to help since I sensed the smell of blood. Forgive me if I have frightened you." Summoning his godly weapon, the thyrsus, would not guarantee his safety from the swiftness of a bow and arrow. Serious wounds and injury would do him no good, even if he's a god, for it'll require him ambrosia, the heavenly food of the gods, for him to recover.

"But-but you should not be uncomfortable with showing softness, not around me. I do not think any less of people who emote fondness." The God bristled and his eyes darkened. A flash of anger radiated and one could also see fiery sparks ignite. His fist clenched and the temptation to crack the mortal across the skull was hard to resist but he couldn't. Anyone else would have felt the full force of his fury but instead he turned, biting his lip sharply. "To address a God as such is an insult," he hissed between gritted teeth "none as accustomed to being questioned by a mortal and none should be. Such a transgression would normally mean your skin would be split open by countless lashes; do you

I heard Amber uttered, "This is her fight," Feeling the anger channeling through my body, I grabbed the top of the wolf's mouth and the bottom, crying out as I tore him in half. Tossing the corpse aside, I fell to my knees, my body drenched in its blood as I sobbed, staring down at the nails that grew into claws, feeling fangs brushing against my bottom lip, "Oh my God..." Al whispered, "I monster!" I cried louder, "That is why I— I wanted that file so bad, because... I knew I was different,"

My hands shake. Not from fear. From wrath. “You think I’ll let you take her,” I say softly, stepping forward. “You think I’ll ever let you decide which of us matters?” The goddess’s form flickers. “You cannot stop destiny.” “I don’t need to stop destiny,” I snarl. “I just need to rewrite it.” Lightning erupts across the realm not from the sky. From me. Pure, uncut stormlight blasts outward, slamming into the goddess’s fractured body and forcing her back several steps.

"You keep telling yourself that, nerd." "Don't call me that" He leaned over and mock-whispered, “I’m scared now." A server came by and we ordered our coffee, black for him, vanilla oat latte for me. Once they walked away, Christian leaned forward, elbows on the table, that ever-present smirk on his face. "So what is this book, anyway? Witchcraft for Beginners? How to Hex Your Ex?" I scoffed. "No, it's a comparative analysis on supernatural war tactics over the last two centuries. It goes into detail on Flare magic, territorial blood pacts, and..."

“I’ll never use a spell without knowing what it does—I swear—I swear—please—fuck—please!” Lust’s fingers dragged over my lips, his expression twisted with dark joy. “Lesson learned?” he asked, smiling cruelly. “Hmm?” “Yes!” I wailed. “Yes, I swear! I’ll never touch a spellbook again—I’ll do anything—just—please—” Wrath didn’t stop. He grabbed my legs and pushed them back even further, folding me completely, drilling into my cum-dripping hole with brutal force. My whole body was shaking—slick, raw, wrecked. And they loved it.

While Proserpina can only stare, stunned into bewildered silence–but there was a part of her that was completely horrified–as the goddess of wisdom simply brings the fire to meet the open book because, for real, what the hell is she doing? The cover, for some reason, as if defiant, as if spiteful, refuses to burn, refuses to be destroyed even at the face of Athena’s power, only scorched at best from the edge… but the yellowed pages inside blacken so easily, large pieces of them were quickly turning into crumbled dusts and ashes to the floor, already being carried off by a sudden wind and something like a whimper almost escaped the younger goddess’ lips at the sight… The goddess of shadows bi

“The book of the gods is a sacred book which requires the touch of immortals to be able to access them. To get that book, you will have to show that you are an immortal and that you posses the necessary knowledge of the gods. “Very well then, can I see the book?” Valerie requested as she hoped to try her luck. The portals were open and a box came through and opened by itself and a book came out of the box. Valerie approached the book and at first, she noticed ancient runes which were written at the cover. She heaved a sigh and touched the book and she felt a force pulling her back but she tried standing her ground. After a while, the force stopped and she felt someone or something whispered

he answered and returned back to reading the contents as he sat down on the edge of the bed. Elaina joined him too, sitting by his side and he continued translating what every line said: “Goddess of fire, who first breathed heat into stone, Sharpen our fangs and temper our wings. Let your fire burn fear from our hearts, And turn our enemies to ash before your light” After sometime, Drake paused when a thought struck him and he turned to Elaina and said, “Elaina, I think this book was stolen from your mother's possession” Elaina was perplexed and couldn't resist asking, “You think so? What made you draw such a conclusion?”

she said, Yvonne raised Rachael’s eyes brow to look into her eyes “Are you on weed?” Yvonne asked “Get your hands of me” Rachael protested “The holy books talked about Leviathans in the sea; the holy books never spoke of the real Leviathans because God had already banished them billions of years before he created man, which means Leviathans were never part of the new plans. They are almost as old as time; they know God better than Angels but they failed our father and his wrath fell brutally” Beth said then looked at Arnold who slowly walked away from them and stood by a window looking out into nature