Deity Novelas e Histórias

“How does that work, exactly?” Slowly, I guided him over toward the altar, gesturing for him to sit beside me on the polished stone bench in front of the offering trays. “Well, you have to think about it this way,” I began, slipping the orange out of my pocket again. “Deities are abstract concepts, metaphysical entities that only exist in the collective consciousness of those who choose to believe in them, right? Their power comes from faith.” Chris’s expression remained impassive, but the slightest dip of his chin prompted me to continue.

God mom is an unusual woman I came to realise. I realised that here is my beloved mother who is incarnation of Rati(Wife of Kamdeo, God of love and passion in Hindu Theology) herself . Her body was everything man ever dreamt of. Soft flowing curves, tall stout legs, shapely breasts and wide pitcher like arse, well what more a man can ask for, best was her prominent mound, which I hadn't seen even in those p**n sites. Her midriff was fleshy, bulging and drooping a little but not ungainly so, it rather gave her form a matronly appeal.

And even if it does work out, I’m not sure they’ll ever get over hating me. I mutter a prayer to Deskar, who is the god of everything. Maybe I should stop praying to Deskar and pray to specific gods who are charged with specific duties. Maybe Deskar is already overwhelmed with everyone's prayers. Syraeth is the goddess of tangled faith, hope, and change. Henceforth, my prayers will be directed to her. Maybe she’ll have mercy on me when nothing else seems willing to work.

All the necessary players are here, but I have no idea how this is going to play out. Some may think that being a deity is this amazing thing. They probably think that you can command anyone to do anything and that you can control any situation. That couldn’t be further from the truth. I have so many limitations on me that I get frustrated at times. I wish I could shed this divine life and go live among my children. It isn’t a dream that invades my every thought, but it’s something that pops into my mind from time to time.

He answered his own question. "The deity didn't let me, Lyra. Your mother didn't let me." He added that caught my attention. M-mommy? What does he meant by that? I heard right, right? "What did you just say?" I asked, making sure I heard right. "Maybe I'm not in the right position to tell this to you but yes. You heard right. Your mother was the deity. At the very start, she was the deity. The deity who heard all of your wishes, the deity who sent me here, the deity who begged for me to protect you, the

On the other hand, he was feeling a bit gloomy. Ley looked at the Acacia tree and noted down its coordinates. Then turning to the hunter, he said, “I have read from some articles and news about your people that deities in your Pantheon are divided into categories. Like there are gods of harvest, gods of household, etc. May I know which type this esteemed deity belongs to?” “Yes. It’s no secret anyway. There are only two types of people who had listened to this tale.” The sharp Ley almost smiled wryly, ‘Er, must be people who naively believed you, or people who thought you guys are really still living in a fantasy dream weaved by your ancestors.’

“Did the humans win?” “Yes. However, there had been no record of how the humans won, Arth. But most people believe that it had something to do with the three Power Crystals … given by the Adentus—” “Wait … Adentus?” Jade sighed. “They are the three Supreme Deities … the Three Pillars of Divinity … the Three Points of the Triangle … the ones who created our world before the Age of the Empyreal Gods.”

My eyelids try to close with all their might, but I resist and slowly manage to open them, although everything is blurry, I see that I am on the ground, lying. When I close and reopen them, Azael's face appears in front of me, watching me with a frown, with his piercings and his black shirt through which his tattoos peek out and spread across his neck. But when I blink again, there is no sign of him. As if it was part of my imagination.

Valerian also spoke, "Law said she will be fine. HE SAID SHE'S FINE!" The Old Dragon sigh and answer, "A Deity without any spiritual energy is like a Dragon without core and a human without heart. Since she's immortal, she has a large stock of spiritual energy that cannot be easily minimized. Her spiritual energy is the one who'll make her revived again, but if she's out of spiritual energy, she will be dead easily. But Ofcourse you can't take a Deity's spiritual energy by forced or even you cast a magic spell or even do some witchcrafts to absorbed her spiritual energy, that won't work... unless the Dei

he later said that made Daeira glanced at him in awe. “So are you religious?” she asked. “Religions are only created by humans which began the divisions of your race.” he said, “We only have one supreme being. You call him God around here. But the interpretations of the scriptures by some foolish people sometimes created war and death. Thus, the withdrawal of some parts of the holy writings created an apostasy.” Daeira blinked at him in disbelief, having no idea why he was speaking in such a way. “Do we have the same God? You in Agartha and here in the surface world?”