Novel & Cerita Androgynous Gods

, I don’t know if I can make it.” Conner held my hand that was on his face and kissed my palm. “I now know how I have wronged you because of my selfishness. I was too clouded by my jealousy that I didn’t dare to confront you. I even resented you for believing what I thought I saw.” He looked down and caressed my hand inside his. “When my uncle Jack said that I must marry soon I loathed it, but then he gave me this folder which contained the woman who I am supposed to marry and knew that it was you I didn’t hesitate to say yes.” He looked at me with utmost sincerity “The moment you walked down the aisle I know that I wanted this even with that stupid contract. It didn’t matter if it was the o

*Aranelda* I walked the room, slowly, looking at each weapon upon the wall. Each one had the mark of a Deity on them. Some Greek, some Roman, others Egyptian. There were even marks of the Orisha and Celtic Deities. I wondered if this was the training place of all the Gods and Goddesses. It would seem unbelievable that they would be able to coexist in such a space without feeling the need to battle for superiority. I jumped a bit as Helios laughed a bit. It was still very odd to hear others in my head and identify them as something other than imaginary beings or creations of insanity.

Some days it seemed as if humans revelled in the lies that they told themselves… They would preach in shouted voices at their weekly meetings in the stone building, shouting about gods that none of them had met, and those gods contradictory expectation of the creatures that they had wrought. What god or goddess would create a creature like a human, so perfectly designed for indulgent pleasure, so thoroughly focused on sating their desires, and then deny them the ability to meet those needs? What sort of god or goddess would create an ache and then call satisfying it a sin? No. No god or goddess that he knew of would do such a thing. It was the creation of the creatures that gods and goddesse

It was clear that the grandfather had prepared everything before coming to bring him to the Lou family, but he didn't know whether Xiao Chen would be accepted there or not. Continuing to sit with a smile on his face, he chatted a little with Xiao Chen about how there was no problem with Xiao Chen returning with them. This was because the Lou family had accepted him as a family member even though he had a different surname. Moreover, Grandfather Lou's son-in-law was very happy to hear that he could have a son. Xiao Chen found it a little strange why that could happen. The elder explained that it was because once one reached the realm above the gods, it would be difficult to have children agai

The crystals continue to spread, replacing her hair and clothes until there’s nothing left but walking amethyst. Our vessels are just that, vessels. Forms that allow us to blend in with humans a little easier, and ones we find a little more appealing to the eye. These, however, are not our true forms. All Gods have two forms. There’s our true physical form that looks more like a sentient humanoid-gemstone, and then there’s our purest form, consisting of celestial energy; energy so pure and powerful it would destroy every human here if they looked upon it.

“That’s reductive but essentially correct. The gods cannot physically manifest in our realm. They require Vessels to experience the physical world. When you engage in sacred union, they experience sensation through you. In exchange, they grant power.” “Which three picked me?” “Kael, God of War. Lysander, God of Pleasure. And Morven, God of Death.” He gestures toward three statues along the temple wall. Kael is carved mid-battle, all muscle and violence frozen in stone. Lysander reclines in sensual repose like he’s waiting for someone to feed him grapes. Morven sits on a throne made of bones with an expression that suggests he’s been waiting for something specific for about a thousand years.

"Ezra..." In the dream, I pushed in, thrusting deep and filled him. Bred him. Pumped my seed inside until it dripped out. Marked him. Owned him. His body shook under me. Hands clawing the sheets. But he pushed back—fuck, he pushed back wanting more. I wanted to break him. In the dream. In real life. Bend him until he knelt. Breed him until he worshipped and called me god. I stroked harder, my fist tight and balls drawing up. I imagined pinning him down, spreading his legs wide and fucking him raw. Until he bled. Until he cried. Until he begged for my cum. "Breed me," he'd say. "Make me yours."

To escape, Usha transformed herself into a doe—but Prajapati pursued, becoming a buck, and the pattern of pursuit repeated, a dance of violation and survival. In her flight, Usha shifted into form after form—wolf, panther, tiger, eagle, serpent—until every earthly creature was born from her transformations. The gods watched in horror, and to end Prajapati’s corruption, they created Rudra, a deity of wrath and destruction, whose power obliterated the fallen father. From their combined divine strength arose Pashupati, Lord of the Animals, protector of Usha’s creations. As both consolation and honor, the gods transformed Usha into the dawn, a light that would rise each day to chase away darknes

'If you find the child, the mother isn't far behind'. So they believed. CHAPTER FIVE: MARRIAGE OF A DEITY, GOD AND GODDESS. Deities, like gods and goddesses had to visit the oracle of life and the three thread sisters, very ancient beings and more gigantic than any god and goddess. They were the only ones who would give the deities, gods and goddess their significant others if they wanted one. However, there is a catch with the process of finding 'the one' for deities.

I tell her as I massage shampoo through my hair. “So, I was telling you about Bronx’s lineage.” “Yeah, Perses. Titan God of Destruction, right?” “Yeah. When Zeus said Mother and Endymion could have children and allowed those children to be goddesses, he didn't know they would fuck like bunnies and have forty of them.” “Language, Lex. And you mean fifty. There are fifty Manae,” I correct her as I rinse the shampoo.