Crippled God Novels & Stories

*Isla* My place. The cripple. The disappointment. The healer who should remain at home, tending to herbs instead of chasing dreams. But then, something ignites within me… cold, pure rage. It burns hotter than the pain, brighter than the humiliation. With a snarl that feels more animal than human, I push myself up. My leg protests, a fire of screaming nerves, but I force weight onto it. I ignore Ian. I ignore the crowd. I lurch forward, my gait a lopsided run, but it’s a run. One foot in front of the other. Each stride is defiance.

"My son risked everything to save someone. He's stuck in a wheelchair, while she waltzes right in here after killing our grandson! Where is the justice in this? Please, everyone, help us! Don't let her get away with this! A blood-curdling scream tore out of Henry's throat as he knocked everything off the bedside table in a single motion. He scrambled to throw himself at me, completely ignoring the cast on his leg. His eyes were bloodshot, and his face was contorted with rage. He looked nothing like the hero the public imagined. "Winona Burke! You bitch! I'll kill you! Do you hear me? I'll kill you! That was our baby, the baby I had been waiting for… How could you do something so cruel?"

I roared, the White Light of the Origin erupting from my spirit not as a sun, but as a Tidal Wave of Raw, Un-Refined Failure. The reaction was a Narrative Crash. The marble floor didn't break; it Glitched. The cyan circuitry turned into a Blizzard of Indigo-Gold Runes that over-wrote Jackson’s "Perfect Story". Jackson’s gilded starlight crown didn't pixels; it Tarnished. A single, massive emerald-crimson roar echoed through the layer, a sound so loud it turned the "Creator’s Throne" back into a pile of Discarded Drafts. The "God" was no longer a creator—he was a Ghost of a Boy who had traded his humanity for a Master-Key.

“Why would they not recognize me? They are my family.” “You were never a part of their family, at least that is what they remember.” Charon sighed when she just stared at him, “You see, when a god or goddess becomes discovered he or she joins the divine realms and leaves his or her mortal life. Thus, anyone who knew of his or her existence as a mortal must have their memory wiped out. Goddess Lenthe personally saw to it that everyone who knew the madam will have their memory of you removed.” “What??” Angelique was out of words. “How dare you?”

“When Ziyah almost got hit by Krim, I pushed him backwards and h-he well, moved backwards” “Krim was born an evil spirit. Originally, he didn't have a body to occupy since his birth. All he had to do was take orders from higher gods, untill his daddy helped him revive in a dead man's body so naturally, he's weak. Don't let his words and tricks fool you” I froze. Then I realized, “My father was a demon?”

Her face twisting into a mix of horror and agony while a boob was snapped to the side. "AAAAOOOWWWWWW!" Brisia cried out while cradling her boob in her hands as though it were a dying animal she had raised from a baby. "If I wasn't a god my boob would've ripped off!" "Hoo? So you remember you're a god after all? So what's your the game?" "Okay Okay! So I may have known he's immortal! And I may have presented the opportunity of a contract for personal gain!" "And what gain might that be?"

Please forgive him and let the gods handle this matter. Sadiq ➡ gods! What gods? Where were they when my mother was thrown into the dirt, where were they when my mother was sexually abused, where were they when my mother was killed? Where were they? The gods don't care about us.. They're just sitting high in the heavens watching humans suffer and tear each other apart.. I've longed forgotten about the gods.. All those people that have wronged me and my mother and father.. I'm going to make them pay.. Some have already paid the price and in time others will follow. .

ME— Bullshit. “Faith?” I sneered at Bobby. “Faith in what? That God made me crippled like this only to send some half-wit bullshit artist to ‘heal me’ for His greater glory? Just like that Bastard hit Mom with a fucking drunk driver so He could show us His ‘greater glory’ and ‘grace?’ It’s bullshit, Bobby. Either it’s all lies, God doesn’t exist and we ended up like this by accident and Mom got killed because life just sucks, or God made us like this and killed Mom just so He could prove how fucking awesome He is. Fuck that, Bobby. If that’s His deal, if that’s the ‘faith’ I gotta have to get ‘healed’ . . . no thanks.”

“Don’t turn away from it, Alex. Don’t give up.” Alex’s gaze met hers, his eyes searching, his voice an unusual fragile whisper. “Lauren, what if it fails?” His hands clenched the sheets, his knuckles white, his fear raw. “What woman would want a man with no legs? How could the world respect me, seeing me… broken?” His voice cracked, his vulnerability laid bare. “How could I ever win your love, Lauren, when you’d see me as… as ugly, useless?” He looked away from her, his hope crumbling.

And the nerve of Beta Degen to reject me when I was just about to embrace him as my destined mate! “Why did they dump me just like that?” "Because they're idiots!" Aunt Crisanta screamed, her pale blue eyes widening. "They are physically strong, but their strength is also their vulnerability. This is why the Gods cursed them—every time they become aggressive, they transform into animals!" Even though her face was smoldering with fury, she tried to soften her eyes as she touched the side of my face. "We'll get back to them. They'll be sorry they messed with a witch!"