Angry God Novels & Stories

-- "I tried, brother. Now tell the feeling you know. What does he mean? And you also know what can happen if you are overly angry. The ventricle stood up from the chair. His mood is going bad. Never been so worried about your son before. The boy doesn't even pick up the phone. He tried to control himself. Because anger is not good. Anger is the work of religion. -- "Yes, I know. And when he is angry, he becomes terrible. Because his entity is also being lost. The devil is making evasion in him. I also know why this devil is making evasion. My son was once made the offender of that worolf devil. Whose rash could not be overcome. The only thought was. That could have expelled his entity. But m

His blood was bleeding, and he fell hard on the ground. Overbearing! He was too overbearing! Let alone protecting Caleb, even speaking one word again would probably lead them to get killed. The God of War was now filled with hatred. Since they dared to trigger his anger at this time, they should get ready to be burnt by his fire of anger! Thomas was like an angry male lion now. He walked toward the crowds with firm and heavy steps. After those rich men saw the previous lesson, all of them kept moving to both sides. Protect Caleb?

This is the most ridiculous question he ever heard about him as a God of war. “What? Why do I want to do that? I’m a god of war, not an idiot god who has a screw loose in the head like those evil gods such as the god of slaughter, the god of the massacre. Hell, even they didn’t have a self-destructive tendency to destroy themselves and their followers by putting themselves in conflict with a strong god who they fully knew could kill them with one slap. Do I look like a masochist to you?” Mars asks back with a face that has the word “What the hell are you talking about?” over all of his faces.

Someone I wanted to hit for a very long time. "Okay. I will wait." She says,her voice crushing every piece of my heart. How can God be so cruel to a little child like her. I might consider my problems as the result of my dirty mind. But she's so pure. And innocent. Or maybe there is no God! People just worship stupid idols to waste their time! I feel anger rise in me. I want to break every single idol out there and tell everyone to not waste their time.

Angus smiled wide and took the coin into his hand, turning it slightly so it caught a bit of the dull evening light. Angus laughed. “You brother are loved by the gods,” he said cheerfully. Octavius winced. If only his brother knew. He could still hear Ashterah’s voice in his head as she cursed him loudly, he still felt her push hard against his chest. If only his brother knew he had angered the war goddess and that he still didn’t know why she had decided to help him after all. He looked up and noticed Angus studying him carefully so he forced his smile on his lips. “Yes, it appears the gods love me after all."

" I think the goddess is angry again, damn she has one heck of a temper. "I did not come across the god of the underworld and encountered countless bickering just to grant your summons!" She raised her hand I thought she was going to slap me. "I don't know what I'm going to do, your highness." "I am a powerful god, it's disrespectful for you to not properly address me." I ran out of words again. "Hurry and live another life to the next and rewrite your story." "Is it really possible?" I asked a bit scared.

Shouldn’t I? “Finally?” I repeated. “That’s it? Finally?” I stepped forward, fists clenched. “I’m seconds away from blowing up, Goddess. I’d advise you not to push me,” I said. “You owe me an explanation.” Her smile faded. “You are angry,” she said. “No,” I said. “I’m fucking furious.” The Fire God shifted behind me. I didn’t look at him. “You shifted,” the Moon Goddess said gently. I laughed. My fingers started to spark.

“So you’re blaming God? Everything is His fault now? I thought you told me to think about accountability. You still have a choice. God is just there, he doesn't control you or your life.” I raised my hand as I got up to pace around the kitchen. I didn’t know anymore. “I am so angry. Like beyond angry. It’s like I skipped all the phases of grief and went straight to anger. I’m angry at Julliette for making this mess, even though it’s not her fault. I’m angry at the world. At everyone.” “At me.” It wasn’t a question. I stopped walking to look at Kennedy. “Why would you say that?”

he says forcefully. I don’t know what it was, but it was like a wall inside me came crashing down and every shred of anger I have buried over the years came flying out. A pulse of energy burst from me like a bomb, and I could feel my eyes had changed as I looked at the eyes of my creator who doomed me to a life of suffering. “Why? Do you Gods get some sick pleasure from watching us suffer? You have rules against intervening? That’s a bald-faced lie!” I rant in a rush.

The regrets surged. I didn't flinch. --- When I opened my eyes, the sun was setting. Hours had passed. I was still standing. My face was wet with tears I didn't remember crying. My throat was raw. But I was still standing. Fenra watched me from the edge of the circle. Her three eyes were unreadable. "You didn't break." "I almost did." "Almost is not broken." She stepped into the circle and placed a hand on my shoulder. "You're ready. As ready as anyone can be to face a seven-hundred-year-old Null who wants to become a god."