Creation The Path Of A God Novels & Stories

The sometimes battle-crazy, gambling maniac Goddess of the Moon and War did not even let their sister's reading finish before charging towards the god in question. The real reason the Goddess of the Sun Hanan did not leave for the Skyworld after finishing her job here had something to do with the reason why the salty Mayari, who had given her silent treatment for losing their most recent bet, suddenly sprung into action. Once upon a time, one of the earlier primordial gods, called Bathala created the Three Realms. Then several millennia later, he was forced to an indefinite slumber by the Creator of Kasanaan, taking advantage of his weakness that was caused by the act of creation. Naturally,

Order spent some time observing this to make sure it worked perfectly before going to the other three to show them what Order had discovered. Creation and Darkness were impressed where as Chaos was furious that their creations were used but his was left out so in a jealous fit he unleashed the dark swirling mass he now calls a blackhole. To suck it all up and destroy it all. Creation and darkness started bickering with Chaos but Order saw why Chaos reacted the way he did. Order had all three of them make their creations again and ordered them where the black holes floated on the outside of the organized clusters of suns planets and moons we all know now as a solar system. All four of them l

If only it was too easy to concentrate on her work and stop remembering things. Finally the son of a god had found out that he also needed a goddess to feel himself completed. The Son of Hades was finally a God. He had found his queen, his master mind, his last piece, his soul mate, and his goddess. And he was going to put her under his rules, of course, not before she put him under hers.

The candles burned black, and the stained-glass windows no longer merely reflected the moonlight; they seemed to leak it, as if the sky itself was bleeding into the room. The priestess stood at the altar's heart, arms lifted high. Her voice flowed through the chamber like smooth oil, weaving words that seemed to stretch into infinity, syllables older than any scripture. Giovanni watched from behind her. Dressed in a new suit as dark as obsidian, he wore a relic around his neck—a jagged, hollow medallion etched with the same spiral symbol found in the book of hollow. “How long until she breaks?” he asked. Though the priestess continued her chant, her voice shifted slightly, like a melody deep

And in doing so, the god replied, You’ve undone the barrier that kept life from devouring itself. “I can fix it again,” I said, though I wasn’t sure I believed it. The god’s tone softened, almost curious. Fix? You still believe balance means stillness. But balance is motion, Heartbearer. You cannot unmake what has begun. I glanced at Edward, then back at the sky. “Then what happens now?” Now, the god said, you learn what it means to be whole. The light above flared. The fissures around us deepened, and a wave of pure energy surged outward, knocking us all to the ground.

data-turn="assistant" My gloomy mood eased a little. At the very least, things weren’t as terrible as I had imagined. At least two people had treated me kindly. It wasn’t as though a woman who had lost her youth was worthless. Finally calming down, I opened a book about the High Gods. I began to understand why I had become like this: back then, Loki had used the “Path of the Underworld” on me, intending to destroy me completely. But perhaps because the world had been reborn, I had been given a chance to live again—only I had lost the divine power of the God of Love. A god who had lived for three thousand years without divine power, and without eating the golden apples, would naturally end up

" Ina tried to talk her out of it but she insisted, so was sent away to the path of rain, and she shall be the first human to embark on the journey to the land of gods, even INA could not be certain of her safety, only can wish, as she can not pray to god, she had fell out of such glory a long time ago, even before human was made. Somehow she knew the path of gods, and could also see the footsteps of gods, she walked by it following them all through the strange path, it was first a tree she thought she walked through it or may be she truly walked through the tree, now in a wide road of gods, no sound of birds and toads were silent in it, the trees stood tall and green, but no breeze shook th

This… was never foreseen. Aria spoke softly. “It is now.” The Seam boomed with a sound like a thousand bells. Light and shadow spiraled toward them— faster, brighter, heavier— answering their choice. Creation flared. And the ground erupted beneath their feet as the new path began to form.

he pronounced. He paused, and uttered a single word "remarkable", admitting his praise and admiration for Xiao Chen. With the passing of the last eon, the Orthodox Path had suffered from the knowledge and lore which had been lost. Without the magic and skills of their forefathers, they had been suffering great losses under the hands of the Devil's Practice, and things were indeed getting dire.

At the two-hour mark he sat on the floor across from me with a notebook, Lena's, and read me a passage she'd written six months before her activation. The secondary pathway isn't created by the moonhunter, Lena had written. It exists as part of the moon goddess's architecture, the same way rivers exist as part of a landscape. The moonhunter doesn't build the pathway. She finds it, the way water finds a riverbed. What the moonhunter can do is direct what moves through it, and what the goddess can hold in its current is determined by the strength of the moonhunter's intention at the moment of activation. Reed looked up.