Chat With Gods Novels & Stories

The mighty don't notice the small. Elena said nothing. Her father continued, “They say the War God is mighty and powerful in a way most people will never understand. No one dares speak when he says no. No one even coughs or breathes wrong in his presence. It’s said he fought bravely in the last war. — In all of this, here is the part you need to hear — he needs you just as much as you need him.”

I was the only one still trapped in the hatred of three years ago. I lit the candles and bowed my head before them. "Mom. Baby. I saw them again. "Julian Sterling thinks I'm going to save him." I gave a cold laugh. "This time, I'll send them to hell with my own hands."

I snorted, "when I am in heaven smiling at you while you are begging on your knees in hell." He chuckles at my words and in the next second, he is holding me by the collar of my clothes. "Oh you think you can go to your heaven?" he menacingly asks. "Yes, because your moon goddess is not even close to anything as my creator" I retorted. "So naïve and so stupid. You think your God will be here to save you" he shouted at me. "He will because my God is a God of so many things that you pitiful creature are not" I spat back holding his gaze.

Carlin requested for Adele to bring something to relive my headache, it was another obnoxious brew, I closed my nose and began drinking. We described out experience to her leaving nothing. She nodded a lot but said very little. It was starting to annoy me. “The Hunter God is from a different time of war and bloodshed. He’s the reason why we have senses and physical powers,” She said finally. “It will not be easy going against him. But you have Moon Goddess blessings.” Carlin and I nodded. “Let’s go back to my father. I have an announcement to make.” He said. I wondered what he was going to say.

He keeps jumping in, cutting people off, demanding answers. And surprisingly… none of the gods are angry about it. A few even look sympathetic. “We are trying, son of Selene and Hecate,” Vishnu says gently. “We know they are within a realm we cannot enter uninvited. That narrows the possibilities to four: The Underworld, the Ethereal Plane, Tartarus, and Hell.” It’s bizarre—no matter what language they’re actually speaking, I hear everything in accented English. According to Meredith, something similar happened when she first mated with Gael and Hakeem. Not translation, exactly—just understanding. Guess this is the divine version, minus the bond.

Ylonte’s eyes held curiosity in them, and I would pay to know what laid beneath the curiosity. “The time has finally come for us to meet face-to-face. Let me give you a history lesson while you eat.” A fond smile stretched across his lips as he looked at me. “We Gods have been around for a very long time. This is the Godly Realm where we reside alongside the other Gods as well. We each have our own secluded area. The problem with having so many different species is the fact that more room for discord is created. As such, we all banded together and strategized how to eradicate that discord. Each of us has chosen or will choose our own warriors,” he told me. He paused, allowing me to take it a

*I believe in you. Johnathan hated it when they all talked at once like that. Most of the gods were silent, the two vocal ones - Minos and the Moon Goddess - talked to him often, but every once in a while, four or five or more of them would invade his head, and then they’d start arguing with each other, as if his mind was their conference room.

Maybe it was the loud snoring from the old man in the next bed or just his own restless mind, but Jedediah felt an urgent need to talk to someone. Without thinking, he opened the chat with me. He typed cautiously: [Are you there?] A second later, a red dot appeared, followed by the prompt: [You haven't added her as a friend yet.] Jedediah clenched his phone, while I looked at Georgia's latest post, bursting into laughter. The caption read: [Refuse to be an emotional trash can.] I liked her post, and she started a chat with me. Gigi: [Ugh, I'm losing interest in my crush.]

A jolt immediately went through my whole body. “What… what can I do…?” “What can you do…? Not only you are covered with wounds all over— what’s more, I can’t heal you with my magic. Your only choice, child— is to pray to the celestial gods.” “Celestial gods…?” I find myself to be sneering— I wondered why. “To whom? Your ancestor Loki? Or his parents— Fárbauti? Or Laufey? Or should I pray to you since you are the descendant of a celestial god?”

she said gently, “but you will rest well here. Now rise, we have much to discuss, before your slumber.” “Yes, my lady." Kyle sat up straight, looking very out of place, but wonder lit his face. Astra laughed softly, then spoke again, “Speak Kyle, what is on your mind?” “Are you one of the higher Divinities, my lady?” “Goodness no,” her laugh melodious, making him and his wolf at ease. “There are eight galaxies and each has one Higher Deity. That Deity creates us lower gods as he sees fit; we are, as you would say, the extension of his hand.”