A Man Called God Kdrama Novels & Stories

Puzzled, she returned to the Callahans’. On the balcony on the third floor… Thea stared blankly at the scenery in the distance. Swoosh! She heard a gust of wind, and a man appeared before her. Staggering backward, she stared at the man before her in alarm. The man was wearing a white robe and looked about forty years of age. Though his appearance was youthful, his hair was already white. “Wh-Who are you?” She asked warily. It was the Omniscient Deity.

, he says. “Just stop!” I ordered. “Who is Spin”? “That would be me”, says the God of a man next to me, in the sexiest raspy voice I’ve ever heard. “What kind of name is Spin?” I said to distract myself, causing both Meme and Kyle to laugh.

“We have secured the man you asked us to keep. He’s been struggling, but we sedated him… partially, with some beatings.” “Bring him to me. Bring him here so Salcan can finally understand how powerful and smart I am,” Divine said. I felt my patience thinning at the way she spoke to me. Then I looked at the man they had captured. I tilted my head and studied him. “Who’s this man? And what does he have to do with anything?” I asked. “Tell me,” she said, walking toward him. “What do they call you in the land you come from?” He didn’t respond.

I stare at my feet. "Why did you mention him so much?" He asks. "Do I?" My eyes widened one more time. He silently nods. I inhale and exhale continuously, "I want to punish him, not God, not someone else."I pause, " I don't believe in God. If there is one. He must have not written such heartache in our life. There wouldn't be any crime on the earth, only good people." "Wrong!" I glance at him with furrowed brows, "God exists in people like you." He holds my hand, "He loves all."

"Jezz, where have you been? I've been calling your name for over 5 times now." "Ah.. seriously.. I thought you wouldn't be coming again." I stuttered trying to get myself together and he scoffed. "Let's go." He spread out his palms toward me and I placed my palm on it smiling sheepishly Can't believe that this Demi god is love with me, I'm really one lucky girl. I wonder why Joon hee will have the heart to hurt someone like him.

“Who speaks to you, Miss Ashyver?” “Please, call me Kim. I hate Miss Ashyver.” “Kim.” He grits out. “Who speaks to you?” “A male voice.” “It’s never manifested?” “No.” That must mean something to him because he nods once, sharply. “Who speaks to you?” “No one anymore. The God hasn’t needed me for a while.” He looks nostalgic for a moment but it vanishes before I can grasp it to memory. “Are you enjoying your time here?” He changes the subject.

Then the door opened revealing a 5' 10" man who wore a brown suit with black pant, his white shirt tugged in, first two button of the shirt opened revealing his broad shoulder, his both hands were inside the pocket of suit. His face was stoic, hardened as soon as those eyes fell on a figure who was at the cold floor. He approached the man slowly and halted where his hands was, he stepped on that hand and pressed it hard causing the man to hiss in pain from his lips who was lying on the floor. With so much difficulty he opened his eyes, try to adjust on the day light. When he regained his slight consciousness back his eyes fell on the man who was responsible for this condition was standing be

"A minor matter," the man also opened his eyes as he stood up from his meditation in lotus position. "Before I go, can I ask you something, brother?" the fat god asked. "Sure, anything," the man replied. "Have you ever fallen in love, brother?" the fat god asked again. After those words fell, the man's soul immediately shakes in agitation as if a monster or a beast was hiding inside that portal and wants to come out to see the light of day.

A man's voice suddenly rang out in that strange place. "Who is it?" Long Chen asked warily of the empty space. "Don't be afraid! I won't do anything to you. Hehehe," a light merged in front of Long Chen's eyes and became a figure of a man dressed in black and white. Seeing the man in front of him, Long Chen realized that the figure was probably the god of death. "You are correct, I am the god of death, but I am also called the god of life!" said the figure who called himself the god of life and death.

Yet his expectations crumbled, as Mane stood standing still, a smile still etched across his face. “Indeed,” Mane’s smile widened. What a joke! His masters were gods and ascenders, and he had grown used to their auras. His parents were gods, and Uncle Jake and Butler Fin were also gods! And he himself was a godling! How could he fall to Ivor’s meagre pressure? “So what is the test?” Mane smiled, as a powerful aura was exuded from every pore of his being and pushed Ivor’s aura back into the man’s body.