Cosmic Gods Novels & Stories

But as I looked up past the glowing silver spire, staring into the bright blue daytime sky, a dark, calculating thought slipped into my mind. I had pinned the ocean to the bedrock to stop the Tide. I had built a celestial lightning rod to catch the moon's gravity and funnel it directly into my capital city. The earth was heavy. The sky was pulling. Aethelgard was no longer just an industrial fortress. It was a massive, gravitational anomaly sitting right in the middle of a planetary warzone. And in the Mariana Trench, the Hive-Mind didn't just hate the light. It hated gravity. We had given the wolves their fangs back, but we had just turned the human capital into the brightest, heaviest beac

The mad gods continued forming, each one a doorway for the Null. And somewhere in the pattern of disaster, I detected another presence—something that had been waiting for exactly this moment of maximum vulnerability. The orchestrated ascensions weren't just removing defenders. They were creating specific configuration of divine chaos. Configuration that resembled a summoning circle scaled to cosmic size.

He smirked and looked back at me. “Get dressed. We will wait in here. When you are ready come out and talk to us.” He shut the door behind him. I took a deep breath. What the hell is going on? Two fucking full-blooded gods are in my apartment. Not just any gods my gods the goddess of the moon the mother of all werewolves and Lycans, Selene. Typhon was also here the god of the dragons, one of the strongest gods there is.

“Meanwhile, the one who manages a universe is called a Macrocosm Ancestral God. Theophanes, the one who created the Heavenly Path of the Twelfth Universe, is a Macrocosm Ancestral God. The same goes for the other eleven universes. Not only that, there is more than one Macrocosm Ancestral God in other universes. If it weren’t for the fact that Lord Theophanes had to be wary of the Macrocosm Ancestral Gods of other universes, he wouldn’t have allowed you people to run amok,” Ludwig said nonchalantly.

I argue, her revelation sounding more confounding than awe-inspiring. “Come on, Orenda, think about it!” she exclaims, frustratedly slapping her thighs. “The God’s are just energy. Their body’s only exist because they used their magic to create them. Just look at your own animai – or former animai, I should say,” she corrects with a taunting smirk. The reminder of my mutual rejection lances through me like barbed wire. “Azadou was made because of a manifestation of Jartre’s magic; you said so yourself. His body and the body of every other God is just a giant meatsuit. Their blood isn’t blood the way yours or - more accurately - mine is and doesn’t hold the same function. Their blood is reall

The two Bloody Red Humanoid figures were perfectly identical. One of the two Identicals came forward and started talking "I've already restored your health, and your strength should now be back to normal. You see. Normally, I should've killed you already, but you've said something that caught my attention. You called yourself the 'God Of War', haha." The Identical laughed gently, then continued

Many were holding pickaxes and shovels, digging at the surrounding rocks and ground while women wearing skimpy outfits with tiny black wings attached onto their backs lashed out at the men, occasionally whipping the men's already feeble bodies with the long thorny whips in their hands. "Where am I? Didn't I die? Is this hell?" [You've transmigrated into a young man's body in a parallel world called Fiore. In this world, the Gods had either all died or were captured by the demons.] A mechanical voice sounded. "Whoa, who is speaking to me?" Alex looked to his surrounding frantically, surprised by the sudden voice. [I'm the Eros God System, created by God Eros during the War of Genesis waged be

“Any god lingering on Earth for too long leaves an imprint. A psychic breadcrumb trail that Lucifer will follow.” “Could we base the rotation in the Shadow Realm?” Odin offers. “It mimics the ephemeral state Hermes uses for his appearances.” Hecate shakes her head. “Still leaves a signature. Gods in proximity to mortals light up like flares. Might as well send an invite to every dark force in the multiverse.” Nathan growls. “So we’re back to square one. Again.” Selene’s voice is gentle, but firm. “I know this isn’t what you want to hear, Nate. But what choice do we have?”

Professor Damaris also said that every Summoner has a spirit animal who can protect and guide them. The Healing Caste is the sixth caste in the Olympus wherein people like Dr. Foster have the ability to heal and revive someone from death. If not so, others from this caste can create different kinds of potions—good potions to be exact. Professor Damaris didn’t elaborate on it because she said that I’m able to know it soon.

Amari asked scrunching her face and reaching over to check her phone. "It says if any man be in Christ , he's a new creature, old things have passed away behold all things are become new." Aunt Marie said nodding her head and smiling. "You said in your prayer last night when I came back that God should let me find happiness in him and peace." "Yes." "I'm heavy on the word peace." Amari sniffles "and I opened to a page in the Bible, Genesis, God is Almighty and powerful and then I prayed after and I felt that peace."