Creation The Path Of A God Novels & Stories

“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

The worlds of the six paths had completely combined. Ding Hao entered the Asura Path and imitated God's creation in the myths. He created creatures in the Asura World with yellow mud. There were both male and female Asuras. In the future, they would reproduce and naturally enter their heyday. The rest of the paths were already equipped with living things. On this day, Ding Hao came to the abyss in the Back Mountain of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect. The six ancient stone Immortal Gates were still standing.

Anna's eyes almost turned teary, "Why are you both so desperate to leave me alone?" "MOM!" Creed's voice instantly turned vicious as he yelled, "I am here… and I will never leave you alone! Neither me nor Hannah!" "Oh, so are you some kind of god now?" Anna's vocal pitch reached the ceiling as well, "You already know everything?" "No, I'm not a god, but I have chosen this path for myself. Call it my fate or whatever, this is my life now. Maybe I'm too deep inside the rabbit hole, but I have learned to enjoy it. I have also realized that inside the glitch there is hope."

“Giving him the final choice.” Auren's Heart split open. Inside it— three paths appeared. One golden. One black. One white. The figure spoke. “Creation.” The golden path expanded. “Destruction.” The black path expanded. “And freedom.” The white path expanded. Auren stared at them. “What happens if I choose freedom?” The figure smiled. “You become stronger than me.” Everyone froze. The First Creator suddenly reappeared. He fell to the ground, gasping. “No…” Kael looked at him.

Lord Khyronis Pov It’s pathetic. Me…a legendary God, thrown down to this filthy earth. Mortals… weaklings I could crush in a heartbeat. Yet here I am, trapped in a human body, my divine power sealed. “Hey, what did you say you were?” The fool dares ask again, for the fifth time, after striking me with his dirty hands. If only I had my true power, he would already be ash. Just then, the mortal walked to the sealed door and opened it.

A long time ago, before the packs dominated the land and before the first war split the clans, it was said the Moon herself descended to the world not as a moon in the sky, but as a woman. She walked amongst men and wolves, in flesh and blood, her beauty so true, so wild and real, that people could not gaze upon her without a shiver going through their very soul. It wasn’t just her face it was the way she moved, that sweet voice of hers and that pain in her eyes. She was not meant to be in this world and yet she wanted to be in this world.

Because these gods were not born gods, but they were creatures of a gradual cultivation and of incalculable pain that eventually reached its peak. That's why Xiao Long has a strong body and an instant memory but only what is seen outside. In a few hours he endured the pain before, he became the gods themselves. Experience and enjoy the many flavors of life on their journey. But Xiao Long saw something worse than death, the great war that nearly destroyed the universe! Seeing the devastation, he awoke with a voice that had previously been heard as the light emerged from the great statues. He said something about a demon race that destroys and trusts him with it.

Then she spoke: "The Devourer feeds on division. It grows stronger whenever hearts choose hatred over love." Aiden frowned. "So if we defeat it... without healing the world... it will return." The Goddess smiled proudly. "Now you understand. **The Eighth Path is not the path of victory. It is the path of restoration.**" Suddenly, the sky cracked. A loud howl echoed through the meadow, and the Moon Goddess looked upward, her expression changing. "They've found us."

So, currently any wolf born on a particular month doesn't receive the moon's blessings but the genes of their parents. 'That was so petty.' her mind giggled. She sat down carefully looking around her as glaring eyes were on her and she gave Larry a quick glance. 'How's that for a book-weeb.' she said inwardly. "That was perfect, Atarah. I say this every time, if everyone here was as studious her, we would have moved on to the next phase ages ago." Boris said tiredly. As the only human in this society, it was pretty obvious that the only thing you could do with all your time was study, while others tried to manifest their inner beast or wait patiently for their awakening or practice drills or