Baca Against The God Novels & Stories

"Damn. You really did your homework." "I need someone who knows how to cut the head off a snake," I said. "That’s you." He chuckled. "You sure you're not your father? Because this... this is savage." I met his gaze, steel for steel. "I’m nothing like him. That’s why I’ll win." Rafa downed the rest of his whiskey and nodded slowly. "Then let’s burn this city down." The deal with Rafa was the beginning of the end. Or maybe it was the beginning of something worse.

“I doubt he’ll do that. I think he’ll worship her relentlessly. He might even end the war for her. This is leverage for the war.” I exhaled. “And a curse for our love life.” I turned to Micha and said: “Why don’t we go to the living book and stop speculating?” Micha said: “Fine then, let’s go.” We entered my room. I retrieved the book from the drawer and set it on the table. Dread coiled in me over what it would reveal. I prayed Micha’s theory was wrong. I pressed the book with a trembling finger. Instantly, golden light blazed from the book, and golden letters burned into view. The book said:

In fact, no one had even given him such an attitude "Here are the books.." Adi looked down at the books that were lined up on the two small shelves and almost groaned! "Principles of Quantum Mechanics? History of Time.. Warped Passages. Fundamentals of Physics.." These were all 'textbooks' for Physics! This is what he was supposed to read to pass the time? Heck, he'd be asleep in a minute if he did that! Just then he spotted something.. "Hey fifi. Do you play chess?"

All day it was misfortune for him, and when he thought goddess of luck has smile upon him it turn out it fucking useless old book. still, Theo clutch his heart and started reading the old book, thinking that what surprise he might get after all it was freaking diary of an cultivator. He doesn't know how powerful was that cultivator. Theo started reading the book again, after reading for sometime there was frustrated look in Theo face, anybody who read the book will understand Theo frustration. "fuck", Theo cursed out loud and talk himself," who in the fuck do the same thing for over a week, slightly increasing the number of swinging for over a years, fuck this shit" ,as Theo throw the book d

Inside there are black candles, several scrolls, and a thick pitch-black book. Of course, it is the book that gets my attention. I took it and inspected it if there are dents, torn pages, or mites. Fortunately, although the book looks old, it also looks new, feels new, and smells new. It has gold writings on it, Death of God. "Death of God?! How did this get to here? I am sure if Mama saw you, she's gonna burn you," I said laughing at my own jokes. See, I am not just unlucky, I am also corny and crazy.

“Do it.” The god howls as power shifts. Cracks ripple through the unseen structure that holds everything in place. “What rule?” it demands. I close my eyes. I remember choosing fear to save the world. This time, I chose love. “No rule born of fear may outrank love,” I declare. Silence crashes down. The bond explodes with light. The god screams, tearing free from Kieran in fragments, unstable and furious. “You think this ends me?” it shrieks. “No,” I say calmly. “I think this ends your control.”

“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.”

It feels like I was pushing a huge rock and didn’t make it to move. Anubis smiled in a sinister way. His eyes stare back at me with his black orbs’ pupils. “This isn’t funny for telling me you are meeting some God. Isn’t that insulting?” “What? —” My voice trailed off, “What are you talking about? Why do you keep talking about a God?” I tried to hide anything that he can tell I know a God. But when I think more of it, his name, and his aura. It isn’t just right like a human. “Are you a God?”

The energy connected to Luke and Lily, feeding them both strength, pushing against God’s influence. The shockwave of the energy sent God staggering backward for a fraction of a second—enough for Luke to plant himself between Lily and her stepfather. God’s expression darkened further. “You are mine!” he thundered. “I raised you. You are mine by creation!” “I am not yours!” Lily shouted, voice breaking with defiance and determination. “I choose Luke. I choose Luca. I choose myself!” The palace trembled violently as God’s aura and Luca’s energy collided, shaking the foundation of Heaven itself. Luke’s blade clashed with God’s radiant aura, creating sparks that fractured the broken balcony floor

"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.