Drops Of God Novels & Stories

The droplets fell like liquid diamonds, extinguishing the ethereal flames and leaving behind a sense of palpable tension in the air. Exhausted and drained, Asmo emerged from the shower, his usually composed demeanor replaced by an air of vulnerability. Collapsing onto the bed, he lay there in silence, the weight of his actions and the consequences of his divine lineage weighing heavily upon him. The fire that had consumed him was not merely a physical manifestation but a stark reminder of the divine protection that enveloped Maria, a protection granted by a force far greater than any he had encountered before.

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.”

One petal fell and withered in midair. I gasped and stumbled backward. The fire didn’t go out. But it flickered violently as the shadows broke into a million tiny pieces. I dropped to my knees, panting, shaking, my hands gripping the dirt like it might anchor me. He wasn’t mortal. No… no, not even close. He was a god. He was the kind who bleeds for love. Who rips open the fabric of time to reclaim what he believes is his. I swallowed, forcing air into my lungs.

The measure had long since passed 27 ounces, but he didn't show any sign of stopping. My field of vision was already starting to go dark, and I felt energy and warmth being drawn out of my body mercilessly. Along with it, went any last vestiges of lingering affection I had, left from the thirty years we spent together. And so, I passed out again. When I woke up again, I faced a white ceiling, the overwhelming scent of disinfectant, and the inside of my arm, bruised and swollen from being punctured. I wasn't dead. In the room next door, I heard Mia's delicate sobs.

The cold water hit my skin but all I could feel was the heat building inside me. In the dream, I pulled out, flipped him over with his face down on the bed. Ass up. His shorts ripped away and skin bare. I spread his cheeks, licked him there and his moans filled the room. "Please," he begged. "Kieran... my god..." Yes. God. I was his God. I fucked my fist faster, water streaming down my chest an back. I leaned against the tile. Head tipped up. Moaned his name low. "Ezra..."

The god’s form flickered, then disintegrated into streaks of golden energy that rained down across the plains like falling stars. When the light faded, silence fell. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and ash. Sylra stumbled toward us, her hair disheveled, her face pale. “You didn’t kill it,” she said softly. “You scattered it.” I nodded weakly, my whole body trembling. “I know.” Aaron wiped dust from his jacket. “Great. So now instead of one god, we’ve got a thousand tiny ones floating around?” Edward’s hand tightened on mine. “We’ll find them before they reform.”

"She committed a Creative Suicide. The franchise... it’s bleeding out!" ​Leo didn't speak. He didn't have to. The silver radiance pouring from his skin was so intense it began to melt the black servers nearby, turning the "Residual Emotional Data" into a river of molten ink. He raised the charred flute to his lips. ​The God of War’s Last Stand

The ground beneath their feet vibrated with need as the dark clouds collided, creating a sonnet that descended to the burning core of the earth. Kids jumped out of their houses and glued their broken eyes upward, amazed by the turning events. Females screamed in joy and collected in a circle, crying and sharing their deep buried sorrows. After five years, five years of excruciating pain, the gods have answered their prayers. As the first fat drop fell from the dark sky, the dried ground leaped for it and absorbed it until the drought-ridden area found its true color. Slowly, as more drops escaped the once blue yonder, people started coming out of their houses in disbelief. They opened their

“Hmm, though sea-level may be rising each year, but the God of Creation promised to never do that— that’s why we have the rainbow. It’s not just refraction and dispersion of the sun’s light by rain or other water droplets in the atmosphere— this is a promise that God of Creation made to us, that’s why the rainbow is a ring.” I find Restia gripping my hand. “…can the God of Creation bring back papa, mama, and Ruby…?” “Why are you asking me?” He uttered mercilessly. “You are Lucione’s daughter, and I was expecting a lot from you— yet you disappointed me by your naïve, selfish behaviour—” “PRINCIPAL…!” I yelled with a pleading voice. “Don’t talk anymore.” Restia weeps on my chest as I cradled h

"Yes, there are a lot of things going on. I'm a descendant of a god, right? so, I don't have to keep my promise to the demon!" ***