Wrath Of The Gods Book Novels & Stories

Once the rage of the God of War was set ablaze, it was not something small potatoes like them can handle! The situation of Glory Real Estate at this moment was the best proof. They had to repent their mistakes in front of the raging God of War!

What if I fall into his trap and he ends up hurting me like he surely has done with other girls before? Reaching out, I pull the book into my lap, flipping it open right at the middle. Knowledge is power, and in order to be stronger than him, I need to prepare myself. And if my memory serves me right, he has read the book about me, too. Looking through a few paragraphs, I indulge myself in some of his back story. A lot is in relation to him being a Sin, and his relationship with his siblings. As interesting as it is, I want the details no one knows.

Keeping a firm grip on my wrists. I screamed at the pain, I screamed for what was to come. “Keep screaming, I like it when they scream.” I had my head turned away and eyes shut but when he said that, it wasn’t him talking, it was his beast. I dared to look at him and what I found was Aodh, God of the underground himself staring back at me with an evil grin. Eyes as black onyx, deep and monstrous.

By each other's side, as they should have been from the start. There she sat, cross-legged in the oversized reading chair next to the window, her eyes locked on the thick leather-bound book resting on her lap. The book was an Old historical Testament, the spine was worn, and it wasn’t a book he was familiar with, but after glimpsing the title, he wanted to. The Chronicles of the Goddesses’ Blessed Wolves: Origins and Legends Miles swallowed, his breath caught slightly in his throat. She didn’t see him at first. Her brows knotted in deep focus at the words she was absorbing.

She was no longer the soft young woman whose eyes had once been full of him. She was a formidable attorney who gave no ground in court. Remote, untouchable, and without mercy. He had thought Caroline still hated Celia. Only now did he realize it had simply been armor she had built in order to survive. Julian drained the last of his red wine. The liquor burned down his throat, and his chest twisted with pain. Exhausted, he collapsed to the floor. He imagined that if he had not weighted the oracle blocks, if he had chosen the woman who once loved him to the bone...

" The thunderous roar drained the color from the faces of Velda and every Mercer Group employee present. She tried to step forward and explain, but I raised my hand and cut her off. "Save it. You lost the right to speak to us the moment you let Jude dig up my parents' graves." Gunthar walked up to me and swept the red cloth off the plaque, revealing the bold, gliding words dancing across the wood. "Sword of the nation, guardian of the people." "Company, attention! Render salute to the First-Class Meritorious Hero of Talon Unit, Callan Wright!"

The air reeked of smoke before the first flame even touched the ground. I was back there. Back in the night everything ended. The Alpha Gods descended like a storm, their pack armed, their numbers endless. The earth shook beneath the weight of their charge, and the sky split with the roar of their power. We weren’t ready. My father tried to rally us, but the enemy was faster, stronger, more merciless than anything we’d ever faced. I shifted, claws tearing into dirt, teeth snapping against the flash of steel and fang. I fought, gods, I fought until my lungs burned and my bones screamed. But nothing stopped them. They ripped through us like we were nothing more than prey.

Tall, clad in armor of fire, eyes burning like two stars born from the void. The spirit of the first God of War. He stared at Rayden for a long moment, then smiled faintly. “You have surpassed the boundary of blood, Rayden Kalesvara Duskar.” “But remember, the blood of Gods is an endless fire. If not guarded, it will burn your world.” Rayden met his gaze, calm but sharp. “Then let this fire become light for those still fighting.” The god was silent for a moment, before his voice softened. “You speak like him.”

I argue, her revelation sounding more confounding than awe-inspiring. “Come on, Orenda, think about it!” she exclaims, frustratedly slapping her thighs. “The God’s are just energy. Their body’s only exist because they used their magic to create them. Just look at your own animai – or former animai, I should say,” she corrects with a taunting smirk. The reminder of my mutual rejection lances through me like barbed wire. “Azadou was made because of a manifestation of Jartre’s magic; you said so yourself. His body and the body of every other God is just a giant meatsuit. Their blood isn’t blood the way yours or - more accurately - mine is and doesn’t hold the same function. Their blood is reall

His downfall is destined by the Gods. Pucha is weird! Does this mean Cayden will be defeated and fall? Eight months? Wait, that's almost here... Today is already the 7th month. But shit, this book is written like what? Years ago? Why am I affecting this book? And as it says here, mythology right? That means it's not true. Aish, why did I even read this? So I just closed the book and just looked at the front but my eyes just widened.