روايات وقصص ضمن Creation Of The Gods Book

The book was fairly big, and looked like it had been opened and closed by many hands, the edges were frayed and the book had a brown tint to it. "The chronicle of the six?" I asked, wondering what was the idea behind the name of the book. "Yes, it details the creation and the extent of the power of the deities" he said to me, still stretching it out, patiently, waiting. Why would I need to read a book about deities though? Well, I didn't have a choice, he knew more than me and I was happy to learn as much as I could. I took the book from him and closely examined it, flipping the pages open. The lettering wasn't so big, but the words in the book called to me in a strange way, I suddenly could

Nysera: The Goddess of Secrets Volume I – The Forgotten Goddess. Chapter 1: The Child Without a Name (Part I) In the Celestial Realm, every divine birth was an event of cosmic celebration. When a god or goddess welcomed a new life into being, the massive Pillars of Heaven would groan as they etched the newborn's name into eternal stone. Sacred, resonant bells would ring across every divine territory, and rivers of liquid golden light would flood the skies for seven days and seven nights, signaling to all of creation that another immortal soul had taken its place in the cosmos.

Just a blankness so absolute it made everything else feel temporary. I couldn’t breathe. “Who made them?” I whispered. The newborn presence inside the stillness pulsed once—gentle, reverent. The one who wrote the first rule. My knees nearly gave out. “Creation?” A pause. Structure. That word hit differently. Not a being of power. A being of design. The crack widened—not outward, but inward, folding dimensions like pages turning. Light didn’t spill out. Order did. Lines. Perfect, luminous lines extending in all directions, intersecting in patterns too precise for chaos to ever have produced. I could see the framework beneath existence itself—the blueprint the gods had built upon, twisted, res

It hurts me deeply, scaring my ears and senses. He laughs. "At least I kept my little Eve alive," he teases - a reference to an old, dusty-covered brown book of symbols and prophets. "I am the one true GOD," he boasts, bringing us to a landing by what looks to be a decent-sized civilization. "So there are people alive!" I cry with excitement. "Not people," he tuts and ways a finger in my eyes. "Men!" That last word drips with venom. His fangs bear and he looks less human and more wolf, just for a split second.

“That's why I developed the techniques I applied on others on myself, and that's how I was able to transform into anything and make the fools of the gods believe that I'm still inside that prison. I went down to this world and infiltrated all the necessary sides to create discord and make the book of will finally win the battle. That is how the Anarkhia Order came into being; that is how the Temple was corrupted, and the guardian system was cloned to fight it. I forged a monster capable of ending the system that the gods maintain and let it evolve to this point. Everything changed when I learned of the anchor's prophecy, and I was analytical about its creator. The untold part of your prophec

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

ERA OF GODS When Olodumare created the earth, he created powers, and named them according to their functions, one in the wild, he call Olu Igbo, one in the stone, he called Okuta, there were many of them, but there was one who was given so much power, and in male and female they were made, these gods were called, Eji and Arakangudu, the female was Eji, the bringer of rain, and Arakongudu, the bringer of lightning and thunder, they were husband and wife, first of gods, to give birth to children, and many were their children, but there was a set of twins, named Odo and Ina, and this story is about them, when they had grew up, the two goddess were allowed to go form their own path in life, the

"No, this individual is not a human or a deity; it is a different kind of being, and I can tell from what I know that the person might be a Wiccer." “Wiccer? Oh my, isn't it a foreboding meeting? They are so dangerous and not even the gods and goddesses can interact with them. The cosmos was created by that individual, correct?” "Yeah, and they also created the gods and goddesses as their children in the past to construct an orderly society of life, but it turns out that the dark side of the Wiccer, had been overpowered and now they are nowhere to be found. They disappeared into thin air.”

I mumbled to myself. That is accurate. Why can't they have only one or two truly good textbooks instead of publishing three, four, or even more interesting ones? I chose one of them and noticed that it was about a conflict between good and bad fairies, so I promptly returned it. No, I'm not reading five hundred pages of fictional tension and three fairy blatant hunks squabbling for a freaking so usual Disney princess. Give me a werewolf or vampire story with some alpha males on it any day.