Wrath Of God Book Novels & Stories

Now he is building each of the plans with someone else, and I am left in the darkness. "You deserve the pain, you choose to be hurt and miserable, blame yourself," I whispered and leaned against the wall. Hoping to have a good night's sleep. Tomorrow is another battle to make a living. And I'll go back to black.

The letters were not carefully printed; they looked rushed and hungry. The book talked about a demon god called Korvath. The name felt like a bruise. According to the pages, Korvath could grant wishes. Any wish, so long as you paid the price. The writing described rituals with red ink and pictures that made my skin crawl. There were steps to please Korvath and long lists of sacrifices and bargains. The book showed diagrams of altars and called for blood at midnight and ashes as proof.

Inside there are black candles, several scrolls, and a thick pitch-black book. Of course, it is the book that gets my attention. I took it and inspected it if there are dents, torn pages, or mites. Fortunately, although the book looks old, it also looks new, feels new, and smells new. It has gold writings on it, Death of God. "Death of God?! How did this get to here? I am sure if Mama saw you, she's gonna burn you," I said laughing at my own jokes. See, I am not just unlucky, I am also corny and crazy.

Not a prize to be displayed. I was priceless. Because a god cannot be bought. A god cannot be caged. And yet… here I was. Iron pressing against my back, steel biting into my wrists, tape choking the words out of my throat. I, a god, reduced to merchandise, stripped down to a body they could sell. And tonight, they would sell me anyway. The crowd roared louder, voices colliding like storms, but I no longer listened to their words. My ears caught only the sound of my own rage, steady, unrelenting. For every bid they shouted, my fury rose higher. For every number they spat, my wrath sharpened like a blade waiting to be drawn.

He asks, “While you think of something to choose, I’m gonna get something. Stay here.” Goldie watches Darryl walk away from him. He stands still for a moment, before looking at the books that surrounded him. He notices a book that is not much bigger than his hand. The cover is simple, with nothing but the illustration of red circles within a circle at the bottom half, and the name “Dante” written on the top half. He picks it up and inspects it, trying to read other words on the back of the book. He was able to process some of the words, but could not understand the whole paragraph.

As she had the power of 1 la Cofugar (1 lac witches) in her, so she was the most powerful to face the gods and after getting the book she became even more powerful as the book contained all the powers of the Supreme demon's who died against god's as it was made out of their ashes because of which their powers too got amalgamated in the book And after getting the book she became more powerful as now she didn't just have her power, but she also had the power of those innumerable number of Demons who died in Battle against the Gods and now she started attacking on God's one by one and thus taking over their Thrones which made God's surrender before her

“Let me go!” Its hand touched my chest. Cold fire seared through me. I saw flashes — blood on stone, a circle of wolves howling under a dead sun, dragons falling through flame. Then, through it all, a face ,Krav’s face broken and furious, eyes burning black instead of blue. “Your bond,” the god whispered. “Your sin. Your salvation.” The pain hit so hard I fell. The world splintered. I came back gasping, clutching the sheet. My whole body trembled. Sweat rolled down my temple. My throat ached like I’d been screaming.

She said as her lips trembled. She dropped her head as she sniffed one more time, but Rei raised her chin up. "In our religion, we were taught that pain only exists for the sake of pain. That we get hurt today, so that tomorrow we'll be ready to get hurt more. Life is all about suffering, and all we can really do is endure. "But then, once it is your time to face judgement from the Heavens, the goddess Yuhwa will weigh all the suffering you have endured and measure them against the suffering you have caused others. And if yours weighs more, then you will be welcomed."

When light subdued I saw those blue eyes of my mate looking at me "You my child are the true thunder....as they say power corrupts but absolute power corrupts everything.....absolute power corrupted the thunder wolf and blinded her mind....now you my child are the only one I give this responsibility to ....a human is capable alone wuthout a wolf to protect everyone ...and I trust in you...." "Th..ank you goddess but I can't survive without him...please he has to live...." The goddess smiled and placed her hand on Ezra's head "How can he die when you are his mate dear....the thunder in you can light the entire world ....just pray with a clear heart and let your hands do the rest...." "But god

Gurudza at the distance searching for Gwanhoya feels the malice being cause by wrath and follows the direction to the enchanted forest quickly. Wrath at this point has just killed a few people in Alabaster Weald and he feels a menacing corrupt power getting closer to his location and he stops waiting for it to come closer to him so he can face it and excitement of fighting a worthy opponent takes a grip of him. A black lightning descends and Wrath jumps to the side dodging it. With a smile on his disfigured face. He inhales in deeply waiting for his attacker to show holding the air in. Gurudza appears right behind him and he quickly turns and blows fire out of his mouth.