روايات وقصص ضمن Wrath Of God Book

Rage because I lacked freedom in my own community - a wicked deity has the final say over my life at the moment. Rage because I'm about to be used as a sex slave to a wicked deity who deserved to be punished, destroyed, and not to be given pleasure. Rage because I am an innocent virgin who committed no crime by choosing to be a virgin. Fear because I am about to stand face to face with a deity who has been existing since the time of my forefathers. I began to imagine what his face looked like, the size of his phallus that has sent many virgins to their untimely death. I was scared half to death, but my courage and mission overpowered my fears. I turned, bid my mother farewell, and departed w

"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,"

data-turn="assistant" My gloomy mood eased a little. At the very least, things weren’t as terrible as I had imagined. At least two people had treated me kindly. It wasn’t as though a woman who had lost her youth was worthless. Finally calming down, I opened a book about the High Gods. I began to understand why I had become like this: back then, Loki had used the “Path of the Underworld” on me, intending to destroy me completely. But perhaps because the world had been reborn, I had been given a chance to live again—only I had lost the divine power of the God of Love. A god who had lived for three thousand years without divine power, and without eating the golden apples, would naturally end up

The worst part was that the divine realm had actually forced that protector to die, filled with complaints. “Hahaha, what can you do? Right now I’m just the soul of a dead slave. And they—they couldn’t even defeat me when this god’s true body was unleashed! Do you think you alone can defeat me? No, right? So give up and go about your business without caring about anything that’s happening!” Hearing such provocative words only made the man angrier; he opened his book right before Da Hongli and the little dragon’s eyes. Uttering a few words the little dragon couldn’t understand, the book that had previously been white turned dark—and it wasn’t just the book that changed, but the entire state o

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.

“Bandit!” “Oh, sweetheart! Are you okay? Did that motherfucker touch you?” “No. He said his buyer wanted me untouched,” she said, and her whole body shuddered. “We got the bastard,” Bandit said, and she visibly relaxed against him. The door opened again and Nitro strode toward them. “Wrath, fuck man. We owe you.” “That’s Wrath?” Caroline asked incredulously. “You sent Wrath to find me?” “He’s the best at finding what others can’t,” Bandit said.