Divine God Against The Heavens Novels & Stories

He rose slowly, shaking debris from his coat, laughter bubbling up again—but strained now. “Yes,” he said softly. “That’s it. That’s the power they feared.” “I’m not your weapon,” I snapped. “No,” Auren agreed. “You’re worse.” The sky darkened. Something answered him. From the fractured heavens, a pressure descended—vast, suffocating, undeniable. The first god’s presence settled over the land like a crown made of storms. Enough, it intoned, voice echoing inside my skull. The choice must be made. The world trembled.

But as I looked up past the glowing silver spire, staring into the bright blue daytime sky, a dark, calculating thought slipped into my mind. I had pinned the ocean to the bedrock to stop the Tide. I had built a celestial lightning rod to catch the moon's gravity and funnel it directly into my capital city. The earth was heavy. The sky was pulling. Aethelgard was no longer just an industrial fortress. It was a massive, gravitational anomaly sitting right in the middle of a planetary warzone. And in the Mariana Trench, the Hive-Mind didn't just hate the light. It hated gravity. We had given the wolves their fangs back, but we had just turned the human capital into the brightest, heaviest beac

“We just—” “You are unbelievers who believe that creations are from the devil and that the devil only opposes a false creator that he invented so that humans would distrust the true gods,” said the Goddess, and I raised my eyebrows. “Don't believe us, but I invite you to confront Belial firsthand, and after that, you can dare to say such nonsense.” “Senator, I invite you to leave, please,” asked the president, and the man stormed out of the room in a rage. “I'm sorry about this, gods, the situation regarding faith—”

It seemed that this time they had truly bitten off more than they could chew; the dragon realm’s power remained unchanged, and their strength was truly beyond the comprehension of the divine realm itself. “Why? Why isn’t the heavenly realm intervening? Why isn’t it killing Old Ci?” asked the god of thunder, gazing at the sky that hadn’t moved an inch even though they had been knocked down by Old Ci. The goddess and the other god glared angrily at Old Ci, but they lacked the power to fight back now.

My expression was grim, as my eyes blazed with determination. "The scroll contains the one thing Belzebub doesn't have," Gabriel quietly said. "The heavenly scriptures, the divine message of God, and the good news of the gospels. These are the weapons we need to defeat him." With a swift motion, the scroll unraveled, revealing the scriptures in a language that seemed almost divine. Our combined form stood ready, our body glowing with a fierce determination. The battle against Belzebub, the Prime Prince of demons, was about to begin.

his voice deepened, "hatred is like death: it does not sleep. It does not forget." He walked to the table and refilled his goblet. Raising it, he muttered as if to the air: "The world will soon see — the God of Tziyonia is no different from the broken and stone gods of Nyvarra, or the dead ones of Midras." Just then, a great thunder rolled across the sky. It did not crash with fury, but it groaned like a warning, like ancient stones grinding under the feet of giants. The windows trembled. The candle flickered.

What the gods conceal, I see. His body flashed brighter—his voice deeper, stronger. "Pain was my birthplace. Created out of love. Fire was used as a test. I am both the shadow and the flame. And now— He turned his eyes to the heavens, and the stars appeared to answer. “I declare war.” The clearing trembled. From above came a strong voice. Louder than thunder. Older than anything we have previously encountered. "Now is the time for the real battle... against the gods themselves."

Even if the heavens did not consider him to be a human being born in this world, he did not care! "Do you think I am afraid of your form? I am Long Chen, born to defy the gods, and I, Long Chen, will gradually become the ruler of your sky! If the gods want to oppose me, I will fight them! Let me, Long Chen, feel how great the power of the gods is. I will make sure to kill them if they stand in my way." ROARR.... BOOMM....

Once again, Xiao Chen realized that the Divine Realm was not actually the true dwelling place of the gods. It was called the Divine Realm because the higher realms regarded them as intruders. And they were treated as slaves and tools used solely to strengthen the higher realms. Those who submitted could ascend to the higher realms, but if they did not… they would be considered enemies. Fortunately, the higher realms had changed because many great powers had established themselves there. Transforming the higher realm into the realm of the gods meant that the laws of the heavens barely touched the realm of the gods. And since it couldn’t be controlled by the laws of the heavens, it was all due

"Damn you, Annabelle." As I continued my solitary journey, the shadows cast by the towering trees became more menacing. Each twist and turn in the road seemed to reveal hidden horrors, imaginary figures lurking just beyond my peripheral vision. My overactive imagination conjured images of malevolent entities hiding behind the gnarled trunks, their eyes glinting with malicious intent. A shiver ran down my spine as I quickened my pace, desperate to escape the oppressive darkness that enveloped me.