Experiencing God Kindle Novels & Stories

“Well, enough of an old god’s speech. I just wanted you to know that I understand you and empathize with you more than you realize, James.” He had been looking into the god’s eyes throughout the entire confession. James could see the pain and sadness that was contained within. It was as if the weight of the world was continually on the god’s shoulders. Sometimes he kind of felt as if that same thing was happening to him, at least ever since he had found out about the Prophecy. “I understand,” he said before chuckling. “You know, never in a million years did I ever think I would be actually having a conversation with Zeus, the King of the gods. What a year this has been so far.”

Chapter Twenty-three: [The inexperienced, naive friend] That late afternoon in Ericka Mendel's farm house, a conversation lasted an hour about the gift of faith that God's holy Spirit had sown in her heart, mind, and soul through her experiences fighting for life against death. The little Teddy boy's eyes began to close uncontrollably, but he still listened to her. All people react normally like this when they hear the powerful and active word of God for the first time. This word judges a person's mind and intentions and pierces the spirit and soul, joints, and bone marrow. Its sharpness is comparable to a double-edged sword.

I stated. "We haven't done anything wrong to him. Why do we need to beg?" He was in denial. "Michael, there's something you need to know." I rubbed his arm to calm him down. "Which is?" He raised an eyebrow. "I've been reading the Bible lately, after my near-death experience. It's drawing me closer to God. It's giving me so much peace and a sense of security that's out of this world," I explained. "Okay, so what does that have to do with us being here?" He still didn't understand.

Rathi always believed in God. For her, it doesn't have a proper shape or it belongs to a precise religion or it will only understand a certain language. She once read in a book called The Alchemist that says always believe in one true God. In her confused spirituality whether God exist or not she found it interesting to follow it and believes that God is somewhere hearing all the prayers in this world, he might help some or many people but right now he didn't save Rathi and she couldn't think about that or anything else, as her brain took over by the pain on her skin and everywhere.

“He’s a key.” Kael sobbed. Overstimulated. Burning. Split wide. His mind gone. When the fire god came, it was like a brand. Hot. Endless. Pouring inside him until Kael collapsed, twitching, mouth open in a soundless cry, cock still pulsing with aftershocks. He blacked out. And the gods smiled. Because this was only the beginning. ——— Kael woke to light.

The next page: "I found in my prison a companion who spoke to me , this person was an entity beyond imagination ,he was like the god I had imagined, he had no shape, no color, and no smell ,he was a void , his strength was beyond expectations, his aura was like light and darkness, like life and death at this moment, i become certain that this being is the supreme deity " The next page: "This god asked me to be the salvation of earthly beings, and gave me a book in which there were rituals and worship and commanded me to publish them, then he disappeared. These were his last words, my gift to you. The gift was a white mask with a bloody eye ".

A familiar, gentle voice came from behind. Alistair walked gracefully to my side. Countless envious eyes fell on us. "I'm so happy," he gazed at me deeply, eyes shining like stars. "Today, our entire kind watches us step into eternity." He pulled me into his arms, leaning down to kiss me. The moment our lips met, a sharp dizziness pierced my brain. Then, an impossible voice exploded in my mind. [Sex with Gene is electric. Fucking Carys is like fucking a corpse.]

he says with a weak smile. Rowan snorts from behind the tree. “You think I wouldn’t?” Their voices sound normal for a heartbeat — laughter brittle but real. I take a piece of bread and force myself to chew. It tastes like ash and grief, but at least it’s something alive. Kevin lowers himself beside me, his legs stiff, his map forgotten. “You know,” he says softly, “in every story I studied, miracles were brief. The Goddess never meant them to last forever.” I meet his eyes. “Then why give them at all?”

Or would it be death’s cold caress dragging me back to hell where I belonged? Explosions lit up the dunes again, bursting the air around me. Sand erupted in blinding plumes. The sound was deafening. My fingers twitched once, then stilled. The sounds around me faded to muffled echoes—like underwater. A warmth spread through my limbs, slow and final. I couldn’t run. Couldn’t move. My eyelids fluttered. This was it. My moment to make peace with God. I guess I did pay for my sins, after all. Then the world went black.

His father asked him. "The scouting went well, except for the part where some hunters tried to kill us but we defended ourselves quite well, but the human world feels.............. mundane, it's just plain ordinary, I can't imagine how easy it is to kill an ordinary citizen just shoving him if I don't control my strength." Alaric paused feeling unsatisfied. "Why don't we just take over their lands?" "I am happy, you are learning but as an alpha, it is wise for him to know when to use this...........he touched his son forehead......and this......" He finished by showing off his sliver claws.