Divine God Against The Heavens Novels & Stories

Seeing that everyone had that question on their minds, God speaks. "Is that because autonomous beings have awakened and now linked with their souls?" "Autonomous beings?" One asks. "You can also call them Divine Beasts because they have adapted animal form to obtain devotion or fear from mortals." "Divine Beasts, are you kidding? You are not supposed to be the only one with Divine rank, is it that polytheism existed?" One claims and the others support it. “It will take a long time to explain, the perennial chaos hides many truths and it is not the time to explain them, it will also cause them a lot of emotional damage because they are not yet mature enough to face the truth; you will know th

THE heavens never spoke in whispers. They roared. Kael knelt at the edge of the celestial dais, his skin stripped of its golden glow, blackened now with the mark of divine betrayal. The air around him shimmered with judgment, each breath thick with the rancid stench of mortality. Above him, the gods loomed, their faces carved from the cold light of eternity. Their eyes held neither pity nor forgiveness—only a cruelty as infinite as the stars. “You, the god of storms, who once commanded the skies,” boomed the All-Father, his voice rattling the cosmos, “have desecrated the sacred laws. You dared to love what is beneath us. A mortal. A fleeting ember among our eternal flame.”

Light and shadow collided like storms above the broken heavens. Kael’s scream split through the divine halls as his blade met the gods’ light. Every swing tore holes through the radiance surrounding them, the sky fracturing with each strike. The world beneath trembled — mountains cracking, seas rising. He was beyond mortal now. Beyond reason. His body burned from within, every vein filled with molten fury, but still he fought — for her. Always for her. “You dare bring your curse here?” one of the gods thundered, its voice shaking the void. “You cannot destroy what we are!”

“New plan.” Aurelian did not slow. “State it.” “We don’t beat it.” A pause. “We push it back.” Aurelian’s gaze sharpened. “Agreed.” Leviathan rose to meet them. The sky cracked with thunder. The ocean erupted beneath them. And for the first time, angel and devil moved together, not as opposites, but as one force against something far beyond them. Light and darkness collided forward. The battle had truly begun.

And yet, he fought with everything he had, managing to save the werewolf by sheer will alone. Bleeding and breathless, he stumbled away from the scene and somehow made his way up, past the veil of clouds, to the gates of the heavens. There, he demanded answers. “Why are my powers gone? What have I done that was so wrong?” he asked, voice thundering through the halls of gods. But instead of answers, he was met with judgment. One of the elder gods stepped forward, voice sharp and cold. “First,” he began, “you defied the divine order and descended to fight the demon.

The celestial god had bridged a gap between gods and humans a long time ago. He watched her run in the garden like a three years old child with no care in the world. Her laughter rang in the wind like soft bells. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Adjusting the flowers, he walked toward her confident. His mind was made up, he was going to talk to her, and they were going to be friends. Soon, he got to where she stood with a wide grin plastered on his face. He extended the flowers to her. But to his dismay, she walked past him. He followed her, hoping she’d accept his flowers. But it was almost like he wasn't there. He realized she could not see him. She had no idea someone

“Why the child?” Astrael laughed weakly. “Because the Dream once chose her. That mark never fades.” Lyra felt ice crawl up her spine. “How many gods still stand?” Astrael swallowed. “Enough to burn your world before they fall.” The air shifted. Miren stiffened. “They’re watching.” The sky above the crater darkened as distant divine signatures stirred, flickers of weakened but still cataclysmic power moving across the heavens like hunting stars. The boy backed closer to Lyra. “We can’t fight all of them.”

Red, orance, yellow, green blue and violet. The first Gods, Blood, Oracles, Yesteryear, Gray, Ben-son and Violence - they had blotted out the sun years ago. It only existed now because the AI - Eigen - allowed it to. He was growing weary with her. She could always sense his moods. He shone silver when upset with her. "You could just go and leave me here?" she suggested hopefully. He turned black at this comment - threatning her. "Or.... or you could just behave for a minute of your irritating life."

His heart dropped when he realised thatshe is not with him anymore. He didn't even try to fight and closed his eyes, letting his enemy burn him down because without his Grace there was nothing left to live for. He was ready to embrace death so he could meet her in another world.

He was a perfect candidate for me to build a family with. Even if I set those qualities aside, the fact that he couldn't defeat me in a fight and would listen to me in the future was an undeniable perk. Again, I was no fool. There was no way I would divorce such a perfect spouse like him. Of course, Oliver was also aware that it was impossible to divorce me. Thus, he glared at me fiercely and muttered in a voice he thought was inaudible to me, "Just you wait, Melinda. Once you're pregnant, and your belly is protruding, I will beat the shit out of you!"