Novel & Cerita Against The Gods

Please forgive him and let the gods handle this matter. Sadiq ➡ gods! What gods? Where were they when my mother was thrown into the dirt, where were they when my mother was sexually abused, where were they when my mother was killed? Where were they? The gods don't care about us.. They're just sitting high in the heavens watching humans suffer and tear each other apart.. I've longed forgotten about the gods.. All those people that have wronged me and my mother and father.. I'm going to make them pay.. Some have already paid the price and in time others will follow. .

Gods. They walked like mortals, clothed in simple garments, laughing, arguing, sparring. But their presence warped the air around them. I recognized a few from ancient records. The Sun God—Kareth, glowing from within like fire trapped in flesh—arguing with Anera, the Water Goddess, whose very steps left puddles of starlight behind her. They looked like regular people. But they weren’t. They moved like storms disguised in skin. I ducked behind a tree as their sparring turned violent—light meeting water, scorching the air, freezing the ground. No one else seemed bothered. Gods, apparently, solved disagreements by nearly incinerating each other.

“Since the gods broke the first vow.” My heart sinks. “The gods?” I repeat. “Yes,” he says. “They know now. They know I altered what you saw.” A sharp sound echoes through the air. Like a crack in glass. I feel it before I understand it. Power. Old. Massive. Angry. “They’re coming,” I whisper. He nods. “They are already uniting.” My stomach twists. “Against who?” “Against me,” he says. “And against you.” A bitter laugh escapes my lips. “Of course.”

"Summon the Inquisitors. If she declares the Rite, we will contest it under the Ancient Accord. Let the old gods judge what power truly belongs on the mountain." "And if she does not yield?" Meira asked. I paused, staring at the fire beyond the window. "Then the mountain will burn. And this time, there will be no ashes left to rise." The council dispersed like shadows from a dying flame. I stood alone. She had awakened something I could not control. And now, I would be forced to do what I swore I never would. War. Not for ambition. Not for glory. But for legacy. And God's help me, because I no longer knew if wanted to win.

he asked. "No, let's fight together, honey," Cia said with a cynical grin. "It's time for those fawning gods to die." Cia turned her head and looked into Zeno's eyes which looked very sexy. Then, with a sweet smile, she took Zeno's hand to move forward—into the field of battle. Even though the gods numbered only 25, their power was 1:20. It had to be watched out for and others could not take this lightly. Some of the gods are angels who are not bound by the sky.

Conrad knew his insects would soon be ineffective in controlling the insect soldiers, so he said to Andrius, “Andrius, you guys had better run. I’ll hold him back.” Andrius knew it was no time to be sentimental. He glanced at Conrad before he left with the stone box without any hesitation. “Run? You are not going anywhere today!” The Second War God wanted to stop Andrius. “I’m your opponent!” Conrad grunted coldly and intercepted the Second War God. “Die!” The Second War God fought Conrad. “Roar!” “Grrr!” Soon, the insect soldiers broke free from Conrad’s insects and they lunged towards him with incredible speed.

The goal was to try and frustrate her life, to take away everything she held dear, and finally bring her crawling on her knees. It was the original plan and maybe the only plan. That would keep her away from him, and set him free too. But it was harder than he had thought. All his effort to make sure he drives the nail of affliction into her struggling soul had ricocheted. If he didn’t know better, he would have believed in the supernatural forces, fighting her battles. But he was no fool. The gods do not fight for men. They only eat goats and chicken and whatever pleases their palate. And given the situation, he had offered his gifts to the gods and had sacrificed the best animal in his bar

They choose favorites and distribute unfairly both blessings and toils, pitting their adamantine wills against those whose undying adoration they yearn for and demand. But even so juvenile as they are, they are nothing compared to this—this profane monster. This twisted abomination of the worst of all human vices and the worst of the gods’. This petty petulant killer has no equal, in neither realm of god nor man. No equivalent to his unholy amalgamation in either theater, to his disrespect and loathing of all things, his burning gluttonous desire to devour. And this I must stand against. Alone. For I cannot take anyone with me, cannot allow them choose my fate above their own. Only the power

I need to be strong. I need to be strong. I tried to motivate myself but I failed miserably. I was able to mask a brave face in front of him but the image of him staring at me with anger was flashing in my brain continuously and each time it flashed, my body shivered. Playing against the devil is not an easy task.

Veronica laughed once, "Damn, you angels think everyone worships your God's rule in this universe, huh? Maybe you should start listing down your enemies because you have more than you think." "Let's follow the blood trail," LJ said, seeking to ignore the gloating in Veronica's voice. Minho commiserated. If the terrestrial gods were rebelling against the Creator, then that would mean a great change in the balance between the forces of good and evil. The angels would be at a huge disadvantage.