Creation The Path Of A God Novels & Stories

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.

The scroll in Austin's hands had moved, the ink rearranging itself into new words that had not been there moments before. 'The current cycle shows unprecedented instability. The revenant designated Lumira Duskbane demonstrates resistance to erasure. Recommend immediate termination of narrative thread. Signed, the Creator God.' The parchment crumbled in Austin's fingers, turning to dust that joined the bone fragment ash already coating my skin. "The Creator God knows where we are," I said. Riven's sword cleared its sheath with a sound like a held breath being released. "Then we move."

Mizuki was looking at me with intense seriousness and it was getting uncomfortable for me so agreed with her stupid condition. “Fine, I won’t tell it to anyone not even to my pet” “God’s promise?” Mizuki asked. “Yeah, god’s promise. If I ever break this promise may god hit me with his lightning and I die at the spot” “Are you happy now?” “Yes, I am”, Mizuki replied. “Now please fix these papers”, said Kei. Okay after Kei’s promise I decided to use my ability. I used mana to extract water from the papers and attached the tattered pieces back giving some energy of my mana to the paper.

She adds after a moment, when my expression doesn't change. I give her a slight nod of acknowledgement. "Hi." I say after a moment, unsure of exactly how to respond. Apollo grins suddenly, his teeth white enough I fear that might blind me, and suddenly claps his hands together, a sharp sound that startles me slightly. Almost immediately, soft piano music begins to play and as I search for the source, I stare in amazement at the piano across the room, playing all on its own. The sound is beautiful, slow and lyrical, filling the entire room. Apollo's smile continues to grow, clearly pleased by my clear surprise. "I am the God of Music, not just the Sun-and many other things."

My mother's corpse touched the map with one cold finger. The next trouble arrived with dirt under its nails. In the First Gate, symbols had weight. It stained sleeves, cracked floors, moved through crowds, and made ordinary people choose sides before they understood the question. The black rain pressed against every window while a temple bell marked the next turn of the case. Nothing about the Final Gate War felt clean. It felt like another emergency arriving before the last one had been wiped off the stones. "When the gods withdrew, Below-Prayer rose from everything they refused to hear. We could not destroy it. So I designed containment."

"Gods cannot be created by mere mortals! No one creates a deity!" "Oh...you haven't been to Umuora then. I have been there and I know what I saw. They have powerful deities and they created all of them. This one here is called Ope, it kills instantly. Take and swear that you will keep your words after revealing the secret I have with you...take it." Ije stared at the wooden artifact. She stood up from her chair and took a step backward. The man stood up too and took a step forward. "Are you scared?" He asked.

“I just love my creations, don’t you, Selina?” The goddess in question shrugs like it’s none of her business but in the next second her eyes narrows. “I don’t like one of your creations called Fate.” Fate laughs out without any humor. “Is this the one you were talking about? The one who somehow created us. Humans are creating supernaturals now.” His sarcasm doesn’t go unnoticed by the human and she scoffs. “Of course, when I give my creations the freewill they will turn away from me and think that they became gods on their own.”

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.

They think I’m a ball of love and light and all things good and gracious. Pathetic humans. Weak spineless beings made to be playthings for my creations. They’ll never learn. Every once in an eon one will grab my attention with their beauty or strength, or a bit of both. Everyone thought David created the Sistine Chapel’s artwork for this unnamed god of bullshit, but he created a masterpiece for me. What he saw was me. I don’t have one specific shape, one body I take on. Most of the time, I feel more comfortable being formless. I don’t have urges like humans, nor do I feel the need to conquer or own individuals. I had already created them all and could make them all drop dead and return to a

asked an old man standing in the sky, his eyes fixed on the forbidden land's door. "Well, let's see. If this kid really has the key, there's no harm in fighting the whole world. Because maybe we can create a new god for this world!" said the old woman beside him with a smile and high hopes when mentioning gods. All the elders who were hiding now had one hope and one desire that had become their lifelong obsession: to reach a higher level called godhood. That was their hope. Perhaps everyone also hoped to become a god, especially in this world that had lost its direction.