Characters With A God Complex Novels & Stories

said a person who was clearly a fan of Tay Synder. "That's right, but Andrew Hexon who worships the Armysus God is just as powerful, no?" "I think Benedict Zion who worships the Asenaji God should be ranked the highest." "It's a shame that Cain Gardner who worships the Asenthia Goddess died abruptly. He was not weaker than the four Shadow level beings." "Let's not argue, everyone. Any of them deserves our admiration. That Dasha scum is doomed for sure. Let's just enjoy the show."

Hikaru added from the sidelines. " No, Rhane is the creator of Versions." Amber shook her head. " What?!" Manor and I exclaimed as we both poked our heads out of our huddle. " Yeah, a long time ago, long before the war of the gods for the one true god. The gods were having a cold war against each other. Asil Luna Goddess of Healing and Lexi Bathory God of Virtue against Exinious, God of War, and Helder Lord of the underworld. The only one that stayed neutral was Zagerust, the God of curiosity. He's the only one that remained friends of the two sides, but he was easily distracted by his curiosity that he couldn't stop the cold war." Amber started the tale with a nod.

“I see. We need another plan, then. Isn’t there anything else you can tell me about the One True God? Isn’t there something he’s afraid of? Something he’s told you never to bring near him?” I was clutching at straws, but maybe he had his kryptonite. That would certainly make things easier. A magic dagger, an aversion to salt, an allergy to garlic. Big powerful, unbeatable bosses always had a vulnerability so you could beat them, because everyone wants you to beat them. It makes people all fuzzy inside to overcome impossible odds. “He is a god. Only he can choose to let himself be beaten. You cannot make him leave this place if he doesn’t want to.”

This is the most ridiculous question he ever heard about him as a God of war. “What? Why do I want to do that? I’m a god of war, not an idiot god who has a screw loose in the head like those evil gods such as the god of slaughter, the god of the massacre. Hell, even they didn’t have a self-destructive tendency to destroy themselves and their followers by putting themselves in conflict with a strong god who they fully knew could kill them with one slap. Do I look like a masochist to you?” Mars asks back with a face that has the word “What the hell are you talking about?” over all of his faces.

A hardworking person at god-level! ***

“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.”

Someone whom believed himself invincible. Well I knew he was not. Before we rode to find Alicia, Adras had finally broken the stubborn which. There was a weapon that could doom him. 'I´ll make him pay. For all he has done.' The god turned to face me looking mockingly at me and strode forward. "What day will your power ever exceed mine?!" the god laughed smugly replying to my thoughts. "The day will come, mark my word," I threatened back at him growling with bared fangs.

James admitted. “I love the feel of a classic. It’s all mechanical keyboards for me,” Tres said, shutting he computer back down. James paused. “Let me guess. You’re descended from Hephaestus, right?” “Right you are, bro. It’s not that big a deal though. Everyone here is descended from a god at one point or another. It’s not like we go around claiming allegiance and all that as if we were living out a Percy Jackson book or something. Like with me, mostly you can only tell which divine ancestry someone has from their interests and hobbies and skills and what not.” Tres laughed loudly. “My mom, she grew up Catholic. She totally freaked when my dad spilled the beans after they got married. Dad s

He smirked, lifting an eyebrow. “Could say the same for you. Why are you shocked a guy isn’t a dickhead?” I shrugged, I didn’t know. Clearly my taste in men had been terrible up until that point. I don’t think I had ever met anybody like Dimitri. Beautiful, funny, caring and powerful. Yum, yum my type.

It was the beginning of something new. I was no longer someone’s wife or shadow. I was the Godmother of the mafia families, Xavier’s mother, Kane’s beloved, and most importantly, I was myself. A year later, in a port city in Eustona, someone spotted a familiar figure. The man was ragged, limping on one leg. When he looked up, his face was covered in scars and humiliation. It was James. He saw me and instantly looked away in terror, ducking into the crowd like a rat scurrying across the street.