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Because these gods were not born gods, but they were creatures of a gradual cultivation and of incalculable pain that eventually reached its peak. That's why Xiao Long has a strong body and an instant memory but only what is seen outside. In a few hours he endured the pain before, he became the gods themselves. Experience and enjoy the many flavors of life on their journey. But Xiao Long saw something worse than death, the great war that nearly destroyed the universe! Seeing the devastation, he awoke with a voice that had previously been heard as the light emerged from the great statues. He said something about a demon race that destroys and trusts him with it.

Hades tells me as he gently pushes my shoulder, and I feel my body spiralling through the void. My eyes flutter open, and the sound of gunshots startle me. The battle is still ongoing, and a group of hunters approach me, where Sarah lays unconscious, and Max’s lifeless body lays; his blood staining the snow. I summon my fire; these creatures are responsible for the pain I feel. They’re the reason my heart has ceased to exist. Before I can fire at them, a thunderous bang and flash of lightning shakes the ground. Every person standing hits the floor, unable to keep their balance. The flash of light fades, and standing in the grounds of the New Moon pack, looking regal but dangerous, are the Go

With a boom, the God of the Ocean was sent flying. Boom! Golden light surged and resisted the white power of the star spirit. The God of the Sun's entire body was filled with the True Flames of the Sun. He used the golden spear in his hand to resist the white light. But his entire body was forced back. Two deep gullies were plowed open on the ground. "God of War, help me," Apollo shouted. He couldn't resist anymore.

“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.

He casts me a cursory glance and goes back to distracting me. I huff and he looks at me again. The he tips his chin towards the book I'm reading . “What is that?” “A book.” He doesn't look amused “I mean what book is that? What are you reading?” “The history of veltrith Dominion. It's pretty interesting.” “Yeah?” “Uh huh. Do you know the gods appeared only once? Like since the breathed things into existence.” “Yeah. We were taught in school. They didn't tell us why though.”

“I have proven that even a god can change.” The storm above us roars, the sky bleeding silver fire. The gods raise their hands, and beams of divine energy tear through the air toward me. The Shadowfire responds instinctively—rising in a blaze of crimson and gold, intercepting the light. The collision shatters the air itself. When the smoke clears, I am still standing. The gods are not pleased. “You would resist judgment?” the thunder god roars. “I would resist stagnation,” I reply. “You call it heresy to evolve. I call it survival.”

But this time it won’t just be loyalty binding us. It will be our end. Outside, the storm breaks open, and somewhere beneath the earth, something screams. The prophecy burns away from the page in the library far below, the ink turning to ash. It’s begun. There are only two kinds of gods—those who take, and those who are taken. I finally understood which one Isadora was destined to be.

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Her father continued, “They say the War God is mighty and powerful in a way most people will never understand. No one dares speak when he says no. No one even coughs or breathes wrong in his presence. It’s said he fought bravely in the last war. — In all of this, here is the part you need to hear — he needs you just as much as you need him.” That is the only way your destiny ends differently from your mother's. From your grandmother's." He paused. "Take the position. Climb from there. The higher you go, the closer you get to his world. He is the only one capable of helping you carry what you were born carrying. I don't want to lose you." Elena's jaw tightened. His words had found something r

ALPHA KERES~ Unfortunately, even as the bastard’s body hit the floor with a dull thud, the fire raging inside my chest didn’t die with him. If anything, it burned hotter and more unbearable. My hands were still trembling when I let go of him, my wolf roaring for more blood, more punishment. The room reeked of fear, and an aggravating sense of revenge on my part. And somewhere behind me, Dayatt gasped sharply but the sound barely registered. I wasn’t in the mood to listen to anyone.