Baca Against God Novels & Stories

Nobody was created or was born naturally crazy. It's just that they created their illusion because of the environment they grew up in and the way people around them brought them up. It's their choice that they decided to act crazy when reality they are not. However, if they want to remain crazy then I will go crazy with them. Coming out of my thoughts I glare at Ambrose. "Then you should have looked for Hailey to take his head. I am Sr. Claire NaronzoThe woman in service of God. Not a mate. Not a creature like you or the bloody Jenna Harrison." I said and straighten my clothes.

Arnold said “Maybe you should think again, the God Christ has seen father’s face and so has Bath kol, his favourite daughter and as for Bazel? Let me worry about that” Lucifer said and disappeared “Does he stand a chance against God” Uzor asked “All the innumerable angels have never seen him… they know little or nothing about our father, only Leviathans have seen some level of his great wonder and might… Lucifer has no idea what he is doing” “But with Bazel on his side” Uzor said

Elika watched as the silence stretched out, her own anger boiling just below the surface as she willed her frame to heal with haste, wanting nothing more than to help the goddess who had attempted to uphold the honour in a dishonourable world. The goddess hastily snapped her head back towards the king of hell, her tone snarling with a sharp edge that Elika had not witnessed before; her frame strong and confident. “Yes, I may be your wife, but I am neither your servant nor slave and you will not treat me as one. And as your wife it is my job to council you on the decisions that you make and I am informing you that this is a bad decision. The child will crush you.”

"As you can see. We are well versed in being brilliant weapons. To fight alongside us is to taste freedom. No one can oppose such a force. To do so will be to go up against the hand of God. And by the end of this day, you will believe that God is a woman."

I didn't know if he wanted to sound humorous but I wasn't buying that anymore. "The Bible says do not argue, twist or change the words of the scripture, exceptions cannot be made father, as the homosexuals from hell go back to their dwelling place isn't hating on your neighbor a sin, isn't wishing ill, thinking ill, saying bad things upon your neighbor a sin" My voice echoed through the chapel with conviction.

"What contradictions? Do you mind backing your statement with an instance in the Bible where God contradicted himself." "Yes I can do that," I said, touching my brows with my hand again. "In the New Testament, there is a passage where God says he can't tempt man to commit evil. But in the Old Testament, God tempted Abraham by instructing him to kill his son and murder in the modern world is evil. Those two passages contradict each other. Do you care to explain why they do?" Uncle Max was silent. For a brief moment, he was silent. I watched as he closed his eyes and exhaled all the stress piled up in his chest. Even above thirty, he was still a handsome man.

I nodded once and said lightly, “That was all I wanted to know.” Then I sat back down. The whispers followed me. “Who is he?” “Disgusting.” “He must be one of them.” Baron tried to continue, but his voice cracked. His hands trembled as he turned the pages of his Bible. “Let us read from John chapter eight,” he said, his tone forced. “Verses ten and eleven.” He hesitated, swallowed, and continued. “‘When Jesus had lifted up himself, and saw none but the woman, he said unto her, Woman, where are those thine accusers? Hath no man condemned thee?’”

“I have proven that even a god can change.” The storm above us roars, the sky bleeding silver fire. The gods raise their hands, and beams of divine energy tear through the air toward me. The Shadowfire responds instinctively—rising in a blaze of crimson and gold, intercepting the light. The collision shatters the air itself. When the smoke clears, I am still standing. The gods are not pleased. “You would resist judgment?” the thunder god roars. “I would resist stagnation,” I reply. “You call it heresy to evolve. I call it survival.”

“Xavier could only do so much damage as one person. I know you feel responsible for all of it in a way no one else can, and I know that weighs on you, but whatever this big bad is, it will wipe out everyone.” “I guess,” Thea thought. “You guess? We’re facing an apocalypse, and you can’t stand the thought of even one innocent person getting hurt, can you?” “No.” She buried her face in my neck. “My sweet, beautiful, loving mate,” I said out loud. I caressed her. “These forces are more powerful than gods?” I thought to her after a while. “That’s what the moon goddess said.” “Then is there a point in going against them?” “There’s always a point to standing for Good.”