Birth Of A God Novels & Stories

The voice of the God of Life pierced through the sacred glow. "The goddess conceived a pure-blooded heir so soon after the birth of her first daughter, leaving her divine form extremely weak. She must now rest in the spring of healing for three months and must not suffer any further agitation. If the divine energy of this pregnancy wanes again, she will permanently lose the ability to bear divine children." The elder gods hung on his every word, their hopes rising and falling with each pronouncement. When the last word fell, their faces sank into the deepest gloom.

CHAPTER 61 ~THE FIRST CHORD~ ARIA’S POV The knowledge we brought back didn't just settle; it germinated. It grew like the crystal-leafed trees in the hidden valley, sending new shoots of understanding through every aspect of life in the Vale. We weren't just living *in* the world anymore; we were consciously participating in its song. The first change was in the Sanctuary. Mira, inspired by the Geode-Singer’s frequencies, worked with Kaelen and Jax to create “resonance chambers.” They were simple, domed structures built over natural springs, lined with specific singing crystals from the eastern valley.

She looked at those present, and the voice that came from her lips was not only hers: “The Conclave is open. But the cycle is about to break. Those who are worthy… will remain standing at the end. Those who are not… will feel the wrath of rebirth.” The voice echoed with three different tones. Hers, the Goddess’s, and something more… primal. The crows beat their wings at the same time. The ground trembled. The air oscillated, as if time were being stretched and folded around her. Anya whispered, with tears streaming down her face: “The son of a god is going to be born. And death itself will be his nursemaid.” Dmitry pulled out the main chair, the Blood Throne of the Alphas, and offered it to

“You are the bride of a god.” Her breath caught. “Bride… of a god?” Her fingers tightened around the ring. “What bride?What God” She has never met any God let alone to consent to any marriage. Wait he couldn’t possibly mean his bride right? She gasped as it dawned on her she was referring to himself. So he is a God? Ivana stood there confused as several thoughts flooded her mind. “Yes, mortal.” His eyes bore into her. “And being bound to you…” His jaw clenched. “Only deepens my hatred for humans.”

"It means the concepts of good and evil did not exist when I was born. I was alone in the endless nothing. There was no life to protect, no death to fear, and no future to consider." The empty world around them changed. Evelyn saw visions appearing in the white space. The first stars. The birth of time. The creation of the gods. She watched beings made from pure light shaping reality like artists painting a canvas. "They came after me," the man whispered. "They were my children." Evelyn became still. "The gods are your children?" "Yes." The images shifted again. The gods stood before the first being, but their expressions were not filled with love. They were afraid.

"And that begins with your little toy...I know many a man and woman who would love to play with him before his life is again extinguished to feed me." Am-Heh saw red. The rawness of those memories burning his blood. With his waning strength he grabbed Babi's arm, tearing the limb from the socket and delivering a blow that shattered the sneering jaw. Teeth pierced and embedded in the roof of his mouth, others slicing his throat his throat as they slipped downward. Gagging, Babi sprawled back, grabbing at his severed limb and gargling curses. He gestured madly to the watching humans who started forward. But a heat rose around the fallen God, pushing them back when they were within touching dis

But his voice was quite stern and I could hear him clearly. “I’m standing right in front of the room of that girl, Sir. She is an orphan and a commoner”. “I’ve told you millions of times that I don’t need commoners. Yes, I did ask you to find red-eyed vampires and bring them on our side but I didn’t mean that you could bring commoners. I know that they are of divine blood too but they are too weak and if they are weak that means they are also weak in their relationship with the Goddess”, said the hooded guy

CHAPTER 113: THE UNBORN GOD The "Lagos-grit" had taught me that a god isn’t born in a temple; a god is born in the dark, usually when someone is screaming for their life. And looking at the black, oily mess pooling on the High Queen’s white carpet, I realized I was about to witness the most expensive birth in the history of the Void.

"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."

Truth be told, the main reason why my parents had been very strict with my education since I was a child was that I was born with superhuman strength. To make matters worse, I had an awfully violent temper. When I was five, I gave the older man in our neighborhood, who tried to take advantage of me, a fatal blow on his lower body. It was that momentous occasion where my parents witnessed a sight that made their scalps tingle in the hospital. From then on, their eyes carried a hint of fear whenever they looked at me, especially my father. He seemed to view me as a monster, and I could always hear him giving my mother an earful behind my back.