Characters With A God Complex Novels & Stories

This was also the basic magic that the god of Space and Architecture bestowed upon the gods for Velsi's long-term benefit. Using a god's basic magic in the god's own domain... while Amelia casts her spell, Duncan pondered. If their father was prejudiced against him, then they must have had something to dislike about Duncan's father as well. Basically, it was like an underground conflict was slowly igniting. Duncan just hoped that the god of Space and Architecture wouldn't notice that the children of the God of Mist had come here on the day he descended.

She was no longer the soft young woman whose eyes had once been full of him. She was a formidable attorney who gave no ground in court. Remote, untouchable, and without mercy. He had thought Caroline still hated Celia. Only now did he realize it had simply been armor she had built in order to survive. Julian drained the last of his red wine. The liquor burned down his throat, and his chest twisted with pain. Exhausted, he collapsed to the floor. He imagined that if he had not weighted the oracle blocks, if he had chosen the woman who once loved him to the bone...

“The gods are scared of what they can’t control. That’s why you were bound in the first place.” “I wish they would just leave me the hell alone. I had no intention of ever interacting with them until one day that piece of shit Thomas showed up and tried to kill me. I had never drained anyone or anything before that day. I almost killed him. I didn’t even know I could do that. I also took his water moving power. I still can’t believe it.” “See, only Gods can do things like that, and not all gods. I mean, only gods like Zeus.”

Humans may fear him or adore him for his power, but in Grass' eyes, he is nothing but a coward. Grass was Alpha Adam's Beta before Alpha Adam left the pack to live among humans. He lives now as Don, the big boss of the Mafia; some refer to him as the Godfather but behind all that quote-impressive title is a disgraced Alpha who runs away from its own pack. What Alpha would do that? Only an Alpha who feels incapable of doing its duties will!

“You think so? Go ahead. Shoot me. Watch what happens.” The silence that followed felt like gravity crushing my lungs. I could hear the faint buzz of the generators, the hum of my own heartbeat threatening to drown everything else out. He kept talking soft, deliberate, insane. “Amara was supposed to be the pinnacle of human evolution. A being immune to weakness. But she chose love.” He spat the word like poison. “Love was meant for normal humans, not for something I built.” Every word made bile rise in my throat. He wasn’t a scientist. He wasn’t a patriarch. He was a god who’d built his own religion and we were the sacrifice. This… all this… is pure madness, I can’t even believe this madness

"He's the old god. I'm going to be the new one." The Orangelo couldn't keep his sigh internal. He wasn't sure when he'd fully accepted that he was going to go through with this war and become the new god of Chaos, but it had happened. He was going to beat Tricksy, and his little bitch Agent, get Lexi back again and then become a god. Somehow the young tom who couldn't shoulder the burden of being chief had grown up to take on the burden of being a god. That was fucking irony if he ever met it.

“And, for all their destruction, humans and life still find a way to keep going. That alone is enough.” I turn my attention back to the hotel and slowly saunter in. This world doesn’t need Gods to interrupt their way of life. They would only use the knowledge of us to their own ends, causing more war and strife in our name. They do that enough without us. I suppose the truth is that humans are complex creatures and always have been. I both appreciate them and yet despise them. As for Max, he is stubborn and complex enough on his own. Yet I can’t say I despise him, but I can say I appreciate him. Or perhaps, I should say, I adore him?

It was almost like he couldn’t register my presence like he was all alone in his study. His brows were furrowed together in concentration as he read through the documents and he looked like something the Moon Goddess couldn’t have created better with his long slick black hair that’d put most of the females’ hair to shame, his chiseled jaws, the smoothness of his face and the sharp edges of his cheeks that looked like something that was sharp enough to cut through objects. He looked like a Greek God, specifically Moros, the god of doom. “What are you still doing here?” He finally acknowledged my presence and it was with a tone so bored and degrading that it’d have pierced my heart if I wasn’t

I looked stupid in front of all of them lot. I have no idea how come he didn’t wage war against me because he is known to have a temper and as a revengeful motherfucker. I did hear that he visited Wengarthria a couple of times after this whole mess, so I just wanted to ensure that I have some leverage if he tries anything stupid. Apart from being beaten by the voice of a vengeful deity with temper tantrum issues, he is also known as a god who is not your sharpest tool in the shed. So he may get some stupid ideas. And, just as a matter of precaution, I am making a pact with this wild card, Chaister. As the god of Chaos, he's the only one who can somewhat rein in Lertellan. That's how I ended

He mumbled, "Perhaps his father and mother planned to kill the Youkai King long ago. God of Thunder Rey de Los Lobos and God of Metal Dragón de Hierro are nonetheless two gods at the top of the heavens, although they do not use their strength to fight every day, their strength is still unlike that of ordinary people. The Youkai King is not strong enough to be their opponent. He used all his strength to block a single blow from the two gods, but his body was seriously injured.