A History Of God Novels & Stories

It feels like I was pushing a huge rock and didn’t make it to move. Anubis smiled in a sinister way. His eyes stare back at me with his black orbs’ pupils. “This isn’t funny for telling me you are meeting some God. Isn’t that insulting?” “What? —” My voice trailed off, “What are you talking about? Why do you keep talking about a God?” I tried to hide anything that he can tell I know a God. But when I think more of it, his name, and his aura. It isn’t just right like a human. “Are you a God?”

” “What do you mean by the prime four?!” “Ebedi, Zaman, Kalan, and Historia, these are the prime four, the original Gods, the ones who initially took control over the creation energy, but the energy was way too much for the four of them alone, and that is how we came to exist, us, the second generation Gods!” “You mean even the Gods have a hierarchy?!” “Yes!” Ayartma scoffed out the word, bothered with that fact, however, she was happy that the man was smart enough to keep up with her story, for she saw a very promising alliance lurking between the two of them, waiting to be grabbed and sealed.

The fiendish war had raged on since long before Elika was born, neither side showing compassion. The battles raged on through the centuries untamed and savage, no side allowing quarter. The deaths were heinous and unprincipled; those who died would not rest silently. Their sinful battle would continue onward, the souls forever locked in limbo where they would endure the tortures of death lingering on their monstrous souls. Not many remember the true beginning of the impure and putrid war, the centuries moulding and bending it into only myth. Those who do remember the beginning speak not of the times of peace, when all mystical beings lived together, when the gods worked as one to preserve an

Now that that eye had actually materialized before his eyes, Tyr had no choice but to believe it. “Our maker is the same as the Gods. Therefore, whether that eye is the one our maker has left behind is yet to be verified, but it must be the eye of a God. About 3,000 years ago, there must have been many Gods roaming this world and the space in which we live,” Jim explained leisurely. “For some unknown reason, the Gods on Earth abruptly vanished. They might have passed away or moved to another place. Since then, there has been no God present on this planet. New orders have emerged on Earth in the interim. No cultivator could overcome this new limitation and become a God.”

*Then taso uses his skill space corridor so no one can hear, and the space was like heaven only a massive field of white-colored space* Now, tell me what do you mean by a great war, darling? I'll tell you everything, soon there will be a great war we all the gods vs all the anti-gods we called them breakers because they can break all the law of omnipotent only a massive amount of omnipotent power can stop them, and we made a council it named the council of the 10 great supreme gods and the strongest of us is my father the god of everynity, Deus Saya, he is the strongest god, and he is titled the supreme God-king my father holds everything in the multiverse

“I know this is going to sound crazy, but I’m really glad we’re here right now, where we are. I believe this is God’s purpose for all of us, and I know He’ll see us through this.” I saw Veronica roll her eyes. We’d never been part of any large religious family, but Peter's words didn’t incite the same feelings of annoyance that they did with Veronica. Instead, his words made me think. If it’s true that this was God’s purpose for all of us, does that mean we’re meant to succeed? And if we were meant for success by some higher power, does that necessarily mean that we’re going to succeed without casualties?

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.

“Then… humans were the victims, aren’t they…?” “Careful with your words, Restia,” I told her. “There’s nothing wrong in learning all of those— it’s just like money. It’s either you use it, or you were being used by it…” “That’s right.” He murmured. “This is why the God of Creation regretted creating humans— and that’s the reason for the great flood. However, our God of Creation is very patient… he waited for 1037 years for the humans to behave. Unfortunately, in the end, they disappointed the God of Creation. That era was known as the worst era— all they think all day, is nothing but pure evil.”

In the place of another world, seven kingdoms were created, to take care of balancing the life of the world and the life of the ordinary living people. The Gods choose seven worthy disciple to go down earth. Each disciple we're given seven elements of earth, each holds a very powerful core and source of life to the world. Over a thousand years, the seven disciples contained the order that gods have given, peace and balance. But for some unspeakable reason, the seven kingdoms from another world got un-united and their start the chaos and unbalanced to the earth, to the living unto the whole world, Which cause the consequences.

“You are the bride of a god.” Her breath caught. “Bride… of a god?” Her fingers tightened around the ring. “What bride?What God” She has never met any God let alone to consent to any marriage. Wait he couldn’t possibly mean his bride right? She gasped as it dawned on her she was referring to himself. So he is a God? Ivana stood there confused as several thoughts flooded her mind. “Yes, mortal.” His eyes bore into her. “And being bound to you…” His jaw clenched. “Only deepens my hatred for humans.”