Crippled God Novels & Stories

All my life, I had begged the heavens, begged for a name, begged for a home. Only now did I understand. A true home is the self. From this day on, whatever struggles may come my way, I stand firmly on my own two feet.

“But why?” “Because human flesh is the cruellest part of the prison we call the material world. The Anunnaki are also devotees of the ‘faith that came before man,’ that’s why Isimud’s tale attracted them. They loathe the material world and see it as a trap for the souls of humanity. They believe the souls of every living creature are a part of the one true God who created the whole universe but became enslaved by it. Like a beam of light shining through a prism, the world of matter refracted God when He entered it, and held Him powerless within all the living things He produced. As a consequence, all life is suffering, because living distracts each of us from our true divinity and the fact t

“…Then what was the other meaning?” “The opposite of ‘Satan’— instead of opposing the God of Creation… You— will become the guiding light under the God of Creation’s fate. If it’s you, brat— I’m sure there’s one day you would unite the world under his guidance. Not even something like the Celestial gods and apostles could stop you from doing so.”

Unaffected by my words, unaffected by the world. It looks as if it has been carved just yesterday by the most skilled sculptor. It looks so alive, so like him. Cold and brittle, passive, emotionless but having a haunting beauty to it. “You are no god. Just a self-obsessed, obnoxious, unworthy, mortal man who called himself a god.” I mutter as I point my finger at his statue accusingly.

My heart cried for his incredible courage. The other man shook his hand and then came to sit beside me. "Hi, my name is Krispin Righteous and I am an alcoholic and a drug addict. I have been sober and drug free for eighteen months. On the worst day of my life, I physically hurt a woman. That was when I reached rock bottom and decided to climb out of the pit. I am a better man but I fight this disease daily."

The god raised one hand and immediately, the frozen Hounds shattered into dust, their bodies collapsing into nothing. Then his gaze slowly returned to Aria. “You carry an abomination. Something that should have never existed,” he said. “And the world is already paying dearly for it.” Aria forced her voice out. “It’s just a child.” His expression did not change. “No! It is a fracture. A mistake that needs to be corrected.” The child surged hard. Aria screamed as pain ripped through her body. The god frowned. “I see. Interesting.” He stepped closer. Reality immediately bent around him.

Sean whispered, his voice trembling. A lot of people might not understand what he was talking about because he had never been crippled but after his experience with his ex-wife, he became a shell of himself and pushed me out there just so that I had a better life than he did. A sacrifice that he didn't need to take but would kill just for me to have an experience. "I would never take your loyalty for granted." I whispered to him, watching him a little bit anxious to talk to me but at the same time still trying to maintain a calm look.

Cicero was able to tear the void open all by himself at the time, but only God was capable of tearing an opening in the space. Was that guy already a God at that time? “I believe Senior Spartacus would have been a God sixty years ago if he had been born in the era before the Thaeria Dynasty. His power should have been suppressed by our world. I’m afraid that we will suffer the same fate as Senior Spartacus.” Something suddenly occurred to Tyr. “Is it because the books can help us break through the suppression of our world. Therefore, the collection of all five books can make someone a God?”

(THE BOOK) “CREATED not to mock the God HIMSELF, but His way into fulfilling His desire. With the sins and the very originals that are trapped and locked unto their cells into this world. Just how can you blame someone who only wanted to revive the only being who made Him be?”

"Though the Moon is a powerful God, he has his limitations, as he is a lesser God compared to the Divinities. Nevertheless, it is said that he was graciously granted the ability to perform five divine miracles, intended to maintain harmony and balance between our kind and the rest of the world. "Unfortunately, being a creation of a lesser God made Raguel not immune to defeat. He met his match when he encountered the dangerous werewolf tyrant, Crustblood the Terrible, a descendant of Argo who was also a powerful wizard. Crustblood's wolf, Draven, was a strong and cunning creature. During the battle, Draven deceived Raguel, by pretending he had lost and was lying helpless on the ground. As Rag