Characters With A God Complex Novels & Stories

"Good! This is indeed the time for me to live freely." They are not aware of what they are doing. If they realized and learned about the fact that Haven Clark was a billionaire as well as the strongest god of war, maybe they would all choose to stuff their mouths with animal dung, instead of having to deal with the people who rule the military world! "Don't make excuses for not coming to court!" Granny Pricilla threatens before leaving with Marvel and Callysta. Then followed by Alice who was so sick of seeing Haven's face all her life.

Just being able to eat at a table again instead of on the cold floor is a small achievement. “We have a few,” he answers vaguely. — Gods of war and peace. Gods of desire, hate and love. And a wolf god who created everyone else because he was tired of being alone in the sky. The impression of your voice makes me curious. — Don't you believe in your gods? The Prince takes a long pause. He seems to reflect on something at the bottom of his glass.

Power hungry idiot. Yesterday Morning “I will not have this little human become more powerful than me! I am the most powerful God and I rule them all!” He bitched like a child. I had to keep my laugh hidden, his ego couldn’t handle it. And I needed to know what he wanted before he let me out. “How could a human be more powerful than any God?” I asked innocently.

“And he looks more dashing. How old is he now? Like forty? Forty-five? You, in the middle of those three gods, were just so hilarious.” “Cal must be Hades,” Bethany smirked but looked at me, lifting a brow as she waited for me to agree. I shook my head and heaved a deep sigh. “He’s annoying,” I muttered, my lips pouting. If I were to compare them to the Olympus gods, Cal would be Zeus because of his cunning personality, but he could be Poseidon because of his bad temper. “I agree. He’s…” Marga giggled. “a panty-melter. He could be Adonis.”

"Don't tell me you actually like these kinds of underhanded tricks that this bastard uses?" "Naturally, I wouldn't like the person who almost killed me," Sirius answered. Well, I sympathize with his problems, though. These crazy fanatics targeted him for no reason at all, and as a result, they created a terrifying monster. Religions had always had an unimaginable power throughout history back in my world, and that was even without knowing for sure whether a god existed or not. In this world where gods' existence seems definite, should I say that their reactions could actually be characterized as mild? I should watch my words from now on. I don't want to have Apollyon's ending.

A slight smile formed on his lips as he was now just an inch closer to my face. "And I am a God, well, of this household. But either way, I am not that cheap. Let the fictional characters live after traumatizing them and serving them what they deserve. I fear no one, and I'm powerful enough to handle their worthless vengeance." His enormous aura made me feel like the entire mansion was shaking, and I couldn't help but tremble. Although I couldn't see his eyes because of the mask, but right now, it really felt like his stares were piercing right into my core, leaving me breathless.

I liked its capacity to calculate moves and outcomes before emotion clouded judgment. Loren’s voice came low behind me. “We are not gods,” he said. “We are technicians trying to build a device that will not eat us.” But the truth I felt behind my ribs said otherwise. I wanted to be a god because the people I loved had been pounded by those who pretended to be gods. I wanted to make the world bend so it would not break the people I could still save. And yet—when Orion appended another line I had not asked for, my pulse stuttered.

I offered her a chance and she shook her head. "Cornelius is angry at the world and wants to take over everything, he is smart and heartless, a senseless killer. And the Goddess made a damn good job pairing him with Agape, the crazy psycho. She is simply insane. She loves going into battle to rip their enemies apart herself, she loves the taste of blood all over her. She really is out of the world, she is a sadist bitch and her mate too, and they together are a mighty force." "And rogues are...?"

I could tell I wouldn't like what he had to say. "Maybella is a Goddess of lust and we thought it would be smart to make The God of dark wisdom and creation want her while Cindy helps fill his mind with dopamine so he will get a thrill with having both of them." He said. I looked at Cindy with a raised eyebrow because I doubt she would be able to beat Alexander with how innocent she was. His charm would make her fall for him instantly. It was the exact reason I only trusted tier one Gods to get close to him.

Compared to them, Zen was akin to a newly hatched chick still exploring the world. In the history of the underworld, every Godfather candidate displayed a strong magnetic type of charisma. It could manifest in various ways, and no two Godfathers were the same. However, every Godfather displayed mysterious wisdom similar to omniscience that went beyond regular intelligence networks. Their ability to accurately read a person’s character and predict a traitor’s death was uncanny. Nobody knew how the Godfather did it, but every chosen candidate was a figure to be feared. That terrifying ability inspired the Round Table Congress to be created to prevent the Godfather from destroying the underworl