Characters With A God Complex Novels & Stories

"From the mountain shamans of Keth'morah. They use it to reshape consciousness. To burn away troublesome emotions. You'll wake tomorrow with your conscience clean as fresh snow." Horror cut through the pharmaceutical fog like a blade through silk. The chamber breathed around him. Walls expanded and contracted like the ribs of some vast, dying beast. The drug—whatever hellish compound she'd chosen—rewrote his nervous system with each passing second. His body became a foreign country. His muscles responded with the sluggish obedience of a broken marionette. "I'm going to perfect you." Her hand cupped his face with terrible gentleness. "The kingdom needs a ruler who can order massacres at break

He was Date Number One in my slightly desperate campaign for a husband. On a normal day, he wasn't my type at all. But I had promised myself I would keep an open mind. He was a nerd, definitely good-looking, with a lean, thin build, and an aggressive passion for comics and anime. I knew that because he’d spent the last forty-five minutes dropping anime character names into the conversation like it was a normal thing to do, constantly checking to see if I could follow the trail.

The cold water hit my skin but all I could feel was the heat building inside me. In the dream, I pulled out, flipped him over with his face down on the bed. Ass up. His shorts ripped away and skin bare. I spread his cheeks, licked him there and his moans filled the room. "Please," he begged. "Kieran... my god..." Yes. God. I was his God. I fucked my fist faster, water streaming down my chest an back. I leaned against the tile. Head tipped up. Moaned his name low. "Ezra..."

Girls did not look at their brothers and feel their skin prickle and heat or their mouths go dry. He wasn't even the sort of man she liked. In fact he was everything she disliked. Arrogant. Superior. Unfeeling. A self appointed demi god in a power suit ruling his kingdom from the top of his gilded tower. And Cara knew all about men with god complexes didn't she? She had dated a surgeon whose ego was the size of the sydney opera house and then even worse because she should have known better she had moved in with him and decided that she was in love.

Never underestimate someone, because you'll never know what that person has. Aaron Samuel, Alexander North, Max Cesantio, Kenneth Domanco, Sky Locason, Blake Coster, Luke Hastington and Sebastian Cesborn are known with their powers right? Well what if I tell the world that one of them has a temper problem and treat ordinary people so lowly. I know with this new post people will judge me, mock me, block me or whatever but I want to tell you guys that the people you guys worship are freaking rude, evil and don't have a heart.

And still the Godwin matriarch smiled and was kind and gracious. Her husband wasn’t smiling, but he was still a handsome man even with frown lines. Cole Godwin, whom Amberleigh didn’t care much for, was kinda a dick. He was the type who liked to be in control and naturally expected others to fall in line behind him. He’d passed his good looks onto his sons, even giving Adam his dark eyes too. But a square jawline, luscious hair, and a perfect straight nose, wasn’t all the Godwin patriarch had passed onto his youngest son. His genetic disease, his temper, his superiority complex, and his workaholic tendencies just to name a few.

"More..." "Gods and man are sometimes similar. All of want more, want what we have not got even if we know that when we have it, we will not want it. The latter applies more to you, most Gods want what they haven't simply because it is forbidden to them." Kyle snorted, bolstering himself. "Yeah, well, you'll get it. I can put on the charm when I need to. I didn't have to with that bint, she was easy pickings. Not to mention the only one about. But," he met Babi's eyes daringly, the fires in the air seeming to light one within him. "I don't just want more. I want everything I can damn well get for this!"

And then blinked one more time, trying to understand where the leap from respect in the local community had led to surviving World War III had come from and coming up blank. In that one moment, she thanked whatever higher powers came into her mind - Zeus, God, Michael, Thor, Quetzequoatl, the Flay God, Ishtar, Aphrodite, Vishnu and Shiva, and many others - that she had actually not at all interracted with her mostly absent parent much after all, seeing him as nothing but a catastrophising nutjob with a strange victim complex, while being unable to deny that she herself had her own victim complex.