Novel & Cerita Birth Of A God

Nova Quinn The dream always starts the same. I’m standing in a field of ash. The ground is scorched black, trees burned down to skeletal stumps. Everything smells like smoke and lightning. Above me, the sky churns in slow motion — red and gold bleeding through bruised clouds — and a moon hangs too close, too heavy, like it’s watching me. Then I see the fire. It slithers up from the cracks in the ground, licking around my bare feet like it’s been waiting. It doesn’t burn. It welcomes. And when I open my mouth to scream, the flames pour out like a second voice — loud, ancient, hungry.

As soon as Teresa left the room, I reached over for the burner phone and my little recorder that had already been prepped. He fumbled the phone from his pocket and answered on the third ring, and I hit play. His eyes widened, and he started looking around the room as if afraid. I removed the recorder and spoke to him for the first time. "This is Gabriel, Sofia's son. You don't have long to live. In the next few minutes, you will lose the ability to speak, your limbs will atrophy, and your airwave will be blocked."

He reassured me. “You aren’t a Demi-God. I’m not really sure why everyone thought that you were. Your mom is a Titan and your dad is a Demi-God, but Grandpa is a different kind of Demi-God. He’s more powerful because Eros is a Primordial Deity. You’re closer to a Titan God Hybrid than a Demi-God. Have you ever changed into your God form?” I said everything in a such a rush I wasn’t sure he had heard everything. “I don’t know that I have a God form Kiddo.” He said smiling.

Now, I’m looking at him, confused. “The story of the shadow god is like a legend; some will even say a myth. I always thought he was a myth; that’s why I was so surprised when he said he was the shadow god during your claiming ceremony. I didn’t think he actually existed. I thought it was something that people made up.” “I don’t understand.” He’s not making any sense to me, and so he clarifies. “He’s the god that was born through an unholy ritual. The son of the moon goddess and the god of death.”

The only reason I met my fated mate was because of a simple misunderstanding. Since the gods started claiming mates just twenty-five years ago with my Mother’s new gift, babies had been born left and right. Taking part in either their mother's or father’s original form at birth, so there would be no natural-born mix of whatever species the parents were. My father, being a god, it was only natural for my mother’s werewolf genes to morph and make her immortal, thus giving her the power of bonding to help Selena, the Moon Goddess, making mother a goddess herself.

Making her laugh in the process. “I was born into the world of the Gods 1500 years ago to Selene and Hephaestus. From the moment I was born I was trained in the art of war, fire and life,” she says, pausing to address my shocked face. “That’s young Eve. The Gods and Goddesses are millenniums of years old. 1500 years is but an infant,” she adds.

Her enthusiasm was rewarded by the gods, and the door she had longed for appeared before her eyes after going through an extremely arduous journey, hanging herlife countless times before death scythe. This mountain range is home to all the powerful gods worshiped by all mankind. The entire large area was covered with the mist of the god that Lizzie was serving. From the time when heaven and earth had not yet formed, a book called The Origins appeared. It used its magic to mold the two beings, Rherus and Rhodri. As soon as they opened their eyes, the book had absorbed almost all of its essence. In this way, they built land and life, creating the first humans. Then, gradually the Book of Origi

"Because the moment the other gods learn a new god is born, and more so a god of death, they're guaranteed to pit the whole world against him or try to claim his head at their earliest convenience." New gods could be born in the heavens completely at random. Whether it was from the will of the universe or from a billion wishes. Sometimes they just popped up. Then there were the gods who came to being. These gods were usually born from something dark, and were usually already a living being. Such as the god of death. Fallen/cast out gods were already bottom of the barrel in the eyes of the divine. Imagine one who's brought into the world by nothing but negativity. In the eyes of the divine th

A glimmer of light that is akin to longing. “You already have children. You’re a god, you can immerse yourself in any birthing facility at any time to have your hobbies realized.” I crossed my arms and looked at him, finally catching up to his real intentions. “Is this because I am a male creature giving birth?” I asked. “No.” The god said and looked away. “Okay maybe yes.” “Why? I’m sure you studied mother’s anatomy, we suddenly had wombs out of nowhere, what’s fascinating with that?” I asked, tapping the counter because I have an inkling of where this is going but somehow I am not sure if what I think is correct.

She was the last to die, betrayed by the elder gods. "She had a lover? And Children?" {Nataroth is the first born god of this world, the first creation. When the universe yielded Nataroth with its knowledge and the gift of time, she began shape the world with that knowledge. Then, the universe yielded Egerth, the god of nature, her lover. From the god of nature, humans and other races were born, including mine} "How did she die?" {She was experiencing heavenly tribulation and failed to ascend because of the interference of the other ascended gods.}