Fate Of God Novels & Stories

“don’t you think we should really do something now? Zhang Fei Fei asked. “I don’t think he is bad, we should be wary though of who he plays the chess with, if I am to make a guess , I will say they bet on human fate, I think he is the one that bet on the survival of humans, if he is the one that bet on that then his opponent bet on their destruction. If that really happened and they are using gods as chess pieces to carry that out, that means there is other gods that is chess piece like us in the board,” Fate keeper said. “You have really been a god longer than me, I don’t think I ever thought of all this scenarios” Zhang fei fei said. “degenerate are gods too, their appearance is getting mo

This had escalated far beyond our control, surpassing even my most arrogant assumptions of what I could handle. Could I grovel to the Goddess for mercy? Would she even deign to hear my prayers? In my desperation, I had effectively invited doom into the world. I realized then that Jabez had won, and I had failed. His ability to rewrite his fate hadn't been a result of sheer will alone; it was because he carried the Creator's favor. The Goddess, however, seemed intent on witnessing our total destruction.

I wish he would never return or I would end up hearing that he got into an accident and died on the spot. I remember when I would sit served by the windowsill almost every night talking to the moon goddess about the possible way she would make him die, never to return but every time I seemed to say that prayer he came back home even looking healthy and fresh. I grew tired because I wished all these things to him yet nothing was happening. The moon goddess was by his side and he was growing stronger, becoming more powerful he was intoxicated by power. It was obvious, I saw it in his eyes. I just don't know when this started or if it has something to do with the organization he had joined. All

HE smiles answering it perfectly by just that, as he replies with the words. "They may have held all the information and know the very existence of everything. No one can change the end as everything is inevitable. No matter what choice they make and how far they will run to avoid such cruel and dark destiny. They will eventually fall into the same pit and end I design myself, for you see. I am God!”

Vivian and Fate stood face to face. Vivian couldn't understand what fate was trying to tell her and Fate understood that. "There are three divine angels- Life, Fate and Death. Rest all are made by them. All other angels were mortals before except the three divine angels. They are angels by birth.

Prologue In the time before, there was only the three goddesses, and their brother. In their loneliness, the goddesses created creatures to populate the Earth. The wolves belonged to the Goddess Selene, the fae belonged to the Goddess Mab, and the vampire who belonged to the Goddess Nyx. Seeing how their creations worshipped his sisters, their brother created man, and referred to himself only as ‘God’.

“Whatever it is, we’ll face it together. We’ve already endured more than most, and we’re still standing. I have no doubt we can handle anything that comes our way.” Serena felt a surge of hope as she looked into his eyes, her heart filled with the certainty that they were destined for something extraordinary. Together, they would lead their packs, not just as Alpha and Alpha’s mate, but as true partners and equals. --- In the days and weeks that followed, Serena settled into her role as Alpha, leading the Ravenwood Pack with compassion, wisdom, and strength. She honored the memory of those they had lost, ensuring their sacrifices were never forgotten. Their stories became a part of the pack’

And when His anger turned toward the Fates, ready to end them— —the Son intervened. He removed them from Earth before judgment fell. Banished them to serve. To forever walk alongside humans in death, guiding them to their final rest. It was both punishment and mercy. A reminder of what they had done… and who they served. The Almighty was pleased. And never spoke of them again. Now, the First Spear—Destiny—lay in a wearied, barely-formed state, thinking… what can I do? What can I leave behind before I fade again?

And how many more will die and wash back down to my womb, for this deathless mother to grieve? {No more. This time of half-hearted peace is at its end. From the ashes, a new dawn shall rise. A perfectly logical new world; infinitely smaller, more primal and more desperate. Abaddon shall be released from bondage and lay waste to man’s cities. The cleansing fire of pestilence shall harvest the mortals to near extinction. Only then can possibilities be granted exclusively to those who deserve them.} If the Fate Weaver has her way there’ll be no world left to go back to. I’m sprinting by the cafe towards the fateful backstreet. Just a little bit more…

She was still hesitating. “I’ve never been this sure after 56 years. I've been waiting for this day to come.” He replied with confidence. Her brows wrinkled, “But it could hurt King so much. He will be in pain.” He peered his eyes at her, “Now your talking. You want the two young lovers to break up and this is the most valid reason.” She swallowed and her eyes blinked, “I can't imagine him being in so much pain.” He fixed a serious look at her eyes, “If this fact is true, they are committing unforgivable sin. Do you want to see their souls burn in hell?”