God Human Animal Machine Novels & Stories

Sound shattered back into place. The forest roared alive. The man stumbled half a step. Surprise flickered across his face. “That’s impossible,” he said quietly. Seren’s eyes were steady. “You’re trying to control a system built on choice.” He straightened slowly. “And you’re trying to humanize a machine,” he replied. “I’m reminding it what it exists for,” she said. The system pulsed. Purpose alignment in progress. The man laughed softly. “You think it belongs to you,” he said.

The midnight air hung heavy with an eerie stillness as the car nestled near the edge of a mysterious forest. Parked at the roadside, the driver, a middle-aged man named Thomas, delved into diagnosing a glitch beneath the car's hood. His hands, skilled and weathered, worked diligently to uncover the issue. "Thank the heavens I spotted the issue; otherwise, I'd have faced dismissal," he mused to himself, wiping sweat from his brow as he headed to the back seat.

she said putting the dagger away Another witch clapped her hands and stood up from her chair. "Maybe we should increase the intensity." I looked at her confused. She took the electricity machine and put it in maximum. My eyes went wide. But I covered it, not wanting to show her. "I told you, we were going to have so much fun." she said as she placed the machine at my neck. I let out ear piercing scream. I couldn't bear the pain anymore. I fell into the darkness.

As if his soul was being hunted by this God he spoke of! "The Shit God!" He woke up and called. The Shit God is Coming... The God scorned. To be continued... Satou, D. Days that you need to change back isn't that impossible with a Time Machine. Vote For ITIBT for more updates! Spoiler: One shocking truth that God's in this world is not Human! But Animals! In this world everything was unknown. To him, he believed that Orangutans was way too perfect! But it is not!

His words worked somewhat, for although the killing intent that was radiating from the two men didn’t cease, it reduced to a manageable degree. “You aren’t a god,” Elder Hanuman reasoned. His words showed both his distrust concerning Mane’s words and the reason why they had never felt the power of gods on Mane. “No, but my parents are. I am a born god; just immature now. You can call me a godling…that’s what those who love and care for me refer to me as anyway.” Mane shrugged and said. “How?” Elder Hanuman wondered. How did this kid notice that they were gods. “Simple. In a world where humans train their outer body and billions of men and women are Body Wielders, how is it that there are hum

"If I go down, I’m taking your 'Mother of Alphas' title with me. I want you to look into their eyes and see nothing but static!" ​The Machine’s Logic ​The automaton stepped through the smoke of the blown-out doorway. It was a terrifying fusion of the Vane-Security-Model-9 and the distorted consciousness of Alpha Vane. Its chest plate was translucent, revealing a miniature obsidian shard pulsing with a sickly amber light. The digital projection of Alpha’s face on its visor was flickering, his features stretching and warping like melting wax.

My stomach lurched as the energy rippled through the floor beneath me. He roared-not fully human, not fully machine, but entirely Damian. The hum of the machinery around us seemed to respond, pulsing in rhythm with his heartbeat. His fingers pressed to the ground, drawing energy from the conduits beneath him. Sparks danced around his arms like whips of light. I watched, terrified and mesmerized, as he turned to me. "Elena... stay back!" His voice was deep, layered with something unearthly, yet the command carried unmistakable urgency.

Machine crouched down in front of the man. The scent of urine took up the tiny room in the basement of RSS. “ah dude, he just pissed himself.” Machine said, scrunching up his face. I just chuckled. “You are talking about cutting off appendages, but yet a little piss grosses you out.” my tone sounded amused. “Fuck you, Ghost.” He chided back as he stood up to walk around the chair. “I think we will start with this little guy,” Machine said sweetly, pulling on the guy’s ear.

Hearing his outburst made me think that he's just trying to pretend like someone who can read minds. But as far as I know, nobody can read the minds of humans except God. I'm a religious person and I learned about this in church. I'm still in my thoughts when the person chuckled. "What's funny?" I asked him. "The fact that you don't seem freaked out despite what happened to you earlier." What happened to me earlier is something that I will leave to tell my children. "Come to the light. I want to see who you are!" I declared. "Sorry I can't!" The voice came.

His head shook. “No, I was worried. I thought I had done something wrong.” I breathed out, it was good to know a sex god like him felt insecure. The music in the booth was playing and I did the only thing I could think of. “You did nothing wrong, let me give you a lap dance.” His head went back on the chair and I took that as a yes. I got on my knees and bounced back up, one knee next to his on the chair. I slowly took my bra off, dancing to the music as I ran my free hand down his chest. Suddenly he grabbed my thigh and pushed me down on his lap.