Friedrich Nietzsche Antichrist Novels & Stories

Alexa was once a human until she became an object—a sex doll, to be precise. And Jean was born an object; he wanted to be treated as a decent human being. And for that reason, he personally hates his God. "God was dead. I have murdered him," he said frequently, quoting Nietzsche's most famous line. Jean hated his God. And he often cried at night, wondering why God had created him only to make him suffer. He came to the conclusion that God actually did not exist.

“And look at how you’ve grown.” I tucked them as tightly as I could against my back, whipping around as though it was possible to put distance between myself and the evil force that was all around me, a look of utter indignation twisting my features. “You were never my father,” I snarled. Everything that was wrong with my life happened because I was the anti-christ—because of his influence. But he was never there. He could’ve spoken to me then as he speaks to me now, surely, but no. I spent my whole, isolated childhood in hell on Earth without a companion in the world.

Riley grinned, showing his teeth. Mr Johnston's frown deepened as he dropped his arm back to his side. "What?" "Hmm, you believe in God, right?" Felix asked. His hand shot out with the speed of a cobra, grabbing at the rosary hanging from the gangster's neck. When he started to speak in Latin, the gun-toting hard man literally shuddered. "Damien Cross," Riley prompted. "You know? The politician? The lefties call him the Anti-Christ because of his name and his hard-right policies."

“See…people who lived there are rich, that’s not all, most of them are hypocrites, corrupted, bad, and evils, who has the harshest hearts and a dead conscious; they don’t care about others, all their interests is money and themselves, that’s all…” While he was speaking and describing, I felt like my heart was getting attacked with knives, he just was telling the truth –As we know; the truth is so painful. Frederic Nietzsche said once “Sometimes people don’t want to hear the truth because they don’t want their illusions destroyed”, my illusion was that I always believed that I was good, and my father was the bad one, though I accepted all of his corrupted money without any worries.-

" A person or... thing... That goes against all the teachings of God and his son. When the Antichrist arrives, he will rule the world for a thousand years, then the apocalypse begins. "It's not a thousand years literally," said Miguel in a deep voice. Anne watched him with deep sadness." You can understand me perfectly well, Annelise. You can understand that the words of the sacred book are real, but that not all passages occur in the manner described. As much as you don't allow yourself to see, you know that the end has always been near, and that not all humans would be able to survive it. You know I wouldn't lie. You can see the purity in me, even if I don't totally believe in it. You knew

𝗣𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁-𝗱𝗮𝘆 I liked the antichrist, more than I should because I was expecting a spoiled brat, but she is so thoughtful, kind-hearted, and profound, she possessed human qualities, in a good way. Stefan was right, emotions clouded my judgment and that was my imperfection. Speaking of him, he is acting rather bizarre since I got back from my early morning jogging, I caught him stooping beside the couch earlier, pledging that he saw ants, but I know my brother, he was keeping something from me, and I think it has to do with Lilith. I will find out what it is he is hiding, even if it means I'll have to push all of his buttons at once, I need to find out what the Oracle told my brother.

"Good, and make sure you shave yourself down there before our next meet. Hair is a real turnoff for me." The pages were flipped with anger and impatience, but refused to give up the information Helena was after. She was in the library, looking for any information she could get on the Antichrist. She couldn't find much; every mentioning was about what would happen with the Apocalypse and told her nothing that she didn't already know from reading the bible: a charismatic guy would appear, a genius of politics and economics, who would use fake miracles and lies to turn people away from Christ. Then Jesus would show up and the Apocalypse would happen. But nothing told her how to beat him herself

Vincenzo yelled out while Isobel held her phone from a distance. He was right, it was all her fault—and there was nothing she could do to change that. Being frowned upon by many, and taking the extra dosis of the blame which Enzo should’ve gotten was enough of a punishment. “Vince?” “You are the Antichrist—no, you are no different from satan...you are the devil in disguise, that’s what you are,” Vincenzo spoke as if he was in some kind of trance. His opinion was no different from Christian’s—but to Isobel his opinion didn’t matter as much as Christian’s. What was the point of getting worked up if his words were the truth? Isobel had already decided for herself.

Then a grin, revealing those horrid teeth. And Johann Lewis Marenbach—alchemist, sorcerer, astute occultist and mage—shudders in revulsion. He has heard much about the Fuhrer, the knotted rumors: of him being the second Christ, a lover of animals and children; homosexual mass murderer, one quarter Jewish himself; an inbred sadist, a masochist, a black-hearted abomination. They, but a few.

Has Europe at large been doing it these last fifty years? People ask how such a war as this can be possible after nineteen centuries of Christianity. What do you mean by Christianity? If you only mean that, during the greater part of those centuries, there has been a general and nominal acknowledgment of the authority of Christ and of His laws, such a description of the condition of the world during that time may be allowed. But if you mean a real submission of the mass of men and women, in heart and life, to the will, the love, and the Spirit of Christ, then we have not really had nineteen centuries of Christianity, and the state of the modern world, out of which this war has arisen, has no