Definition Of A God Complex Novels & Stories

“Clever… persistent… almost human. But cleverness alone won’t save you.” I felt Jax stiffen beside me. “Don’t talk to me like I’m scared of you. You’re a ghost. That’s all you are. A shadow of a man who could never control everything he wanted.” The god’s face twisted, amused and furious all at once. “Oh, I control more than you can imagine. Your every thought, every memory, every choice… it has been designed, tested, and calculated.” I gritted my teeth. “Not anymore. Not today.”

“Simply put, it’s as different as cold steel and firearms. “Peak Kings of Arms can go against ten, even a hundred opponents at once, but only a true God of War can fight against a thousand. “It’s nothing complicated to become a God of War from a peak King of Arms. There is only one rule, simplification. “As long as everything is simplified, becoming a God of War is all but difficult. “But that said, it’s hard to put that into practice. People cannot do this even if they train for their entire lives.” Wilbur froze after hearing Harvey’s answer. Simplification may seem like a standard answer, but it was indeed the most crucial element in becoming a God of War.

Girls did not look at their brothers and feel their skin prickle and heat or their mouths go dry. He wasn't even the sort of man she liked. In fact he was everything she disliked. Arrogant. Superior. Unfeeling. A self appointed demi god in a power suit ruling his kingdom from the top of his gilded tower. And Cara knew all about men with god complexes didn't she? She had dated a surgeon whose ego was the size of the sydney opera house and then even worse because she should have known better she had moved in with him and decided that she was in love.

“And why’s that?” “Because they think too small. They kill us for entertainment and money, but I have the power to topple governments. As I continue to build my Syndicate I will have an endless supply of money, connections, and an army of assassins capable of the most unthinkable tasks. I’ll have the power to influence nations throughout the world. I’m not just an assassin, I’m a God, and just like a God I wield the power of life and death in my hands,” he says, forming a fist. “I carefully select assassins such as you to join me in my cause. Imagine having infinite power at your fingertips. The power to be feared the world over,” he says with a maniacal gleam in his eyes. This motherfucker

I turned around and slide down the length of the door and when I finally felt the floor support me I became sitting with my head against my knees pressed up against my only way out. 'What interest would a god have in me? What interest would Enosos have in me? He was the god of seduction, he could have anyone and yet he has demanded me since I was nothing more then an innocent child. How could I be his? How could he claim that power over me?'

Said the god in a ragged robe. The god in a ragged robe is a god that holds authority over madness and insanity, fear is not the concept that he knew, but the anxiety and nervousness about the uncertainty of his existence that he tasted right now could be said to be the feeling that he could say that was closest to fear.

I fixed my posture and stared right into its eyes to look brave when the truth is, my knees are already shaking. "I am you. Don't you remember?" "W-what? I don't understand." I insisted. "I am you." He smiled again and approached me. "I am your desires, your wishes, your aspirations, and your inhibitions." "I am you, Damian." He added. "I'm confused." "Let's just say, every person has their own god, everyone is a slave of their own desires and aspirations, the stronger your desires are, the stronger your god will be." He answered while looking up as if thinking.

A Story about a Narcasstic Mafia boss who considers himself a Greek God with insane power he holds. And a poor insecure naive girl who had been entangled in a relationship which couldn’t even be called as one. She was a forbidden fruit he was eager to taste without thinking about the consequences. A sinful desire that corrupted his whole being. But it was amusing for him as. He was a sinner for a reason. ______________________________________ The guy is highly self obsessed and considers himself a God so,you might get irritated sometimes by how he always is so full of himself. Girl is not a damsel in distress she knows better than to wail and drown herself in self pity. She’s not really str

Alexander the God of absolute dark powers pov "Stupid halls?" I asked with a chuckle. A chuckle that everyone but her knew what it covered. The rage. So much rage I was holding in. A device that gave Gods the ability to use magic. The ability to use magic that I took away for a reason. "I couldn't get out and with that device I wouldn't need anyone. I've followed the rules." Her soft voice pleaded with me to give her a device that I didn't even know about until today.

He wondered out loud, “Old Zab, what do you mean by this? You must be more specific. Are you saying that GPE is involved in all of this?” “That’s right!” Jim nodded and replied, “GPE is the mastermind behind all of these chaotic events! They had been working toward creating a God all these years.” “Creating a God!” Tyr was flabbergasted as soon as these words were spoken. “GPE intend to create a God? Are they f*cking nuts?” “They haven’t gone crazy, but their plan is too absurd. Yet, they’re about to accomplish this unimaginable feat.”