God Is Dead Meaning Novels & Stories

“Uh... powers?” She sighs like I’m the dense one here. “Sure, but also—we can’t die.” I blink. “Lucifer decapitated Hades. That seems pretty damn dead to me.” “Shit, you really don’t know, do you?” she asks. “Obviously not. Spit it out.” “Gods don’t die, Nyx. We can be killed—but that’s different from death. Death is permanent. When we’re killed, our souls live on.”

“Well, you claim to be a God.” “It’s not a claim, it’s a fact,” I correct her. She rolls her stunning eyes at me, “Fine, you’re a God, but you mentioned another God, so how many Gods are there?” “Living?” I clarify. Her eyes open so wide they look ready to explode from the sockets, “Gods can die?!” she exclaims. “We are living beings just as you are. Though we are blessed with immortality, it does not mean we are unkillable, so yes, Gods can die,” I answer matter-of-factly.

I shouted with all my might. "I'm sorry, treasure, but I'm afraid that's impossible." some of the men told me. "What are you going to do? Please take everything ... I'll give you everything but let us go." I was dying of fear. I didn't know what was coming. They were laughing. Apparently it was funny for them that I was praying for our lives. "Treasure, your man owes us so much moee than just money and he will pay with his life," said one of the men.

What the hell was happening to me? Nyx and Erebus shared a look, the two of them having a conversation that didn’t need words. I hated the feeling of being excluded more than I already was, but a mix of fear and pain held me at bay. I wondered if fucking a god had some until-now unknown side effects, but my thoughts were interrupted. “I don’t know if you mortals have noticed this, but,” Erebus asked, watching me as all humor evaporated from his expression. “The gods are all dead.”

I shout out to the god in my head and it just laughs out loud. “You wanted power. I gave you power!” The god says. Everyone is dead. there’s no one left. All the magic, all the witches. all of them are gone. The deity sucked the very magic and life out of them. All in minutes, “This is not what I wanted!” I say with a shriek. “Yes it is. What did you think would happen? I am the deity of greed. I am always hungry. I constantly need to devour. You wanted power and now you have the power of all the witches you just killed.” The deity taunts me.

"Knowing there is God is different from believing in Him. If you believe in God, then why do you keep on sinning against Him? If you believe in God, you shouldn't go around placing yourself in front of temptation that will lead you to sin." Jewel's face became serious. "What's with that tone, Gideon?" Gideon sighed. "When I married you, I thought you're a believer. Only now I realize that you are not, Jewel." "So you regret it now?" she asked in a whisper. The wind blew past them and strands of her hair flew in the air. She casted her gaze down and sighed. "What's the gospel?" she asked. Gideon looked beyond the forest. “The gospel is the burial, death and resurrection of Christ." He sat str

I asked. I could sense I was about to lose the goodwill I had managed to gather through our bitch sesh. “There is no outside. Everything is everywhere.” Well, that was clear as mud. “And you can’t die? So how were you raised from the dead?” “We can’t die, which is why we created this place, cut off from everything. It is the closest to death we could achieve.” I looked around. “This is a death simulator?” “This is death. It is the absence of everything but ourselves. Nothing in here exists out there. This is what death means.” The Golden God sounded very sure of himself. I wasn’t completely convinced.

It is evil as well as sexy. “I’m all ears.” He tells me once he notices my silence just after his name. It is attractive and sounds good. Hades… means God of the dead and underworld. A giver of wealth. “I have submitted the agreement, according to which you can walk out with me but only for an hour. I hope you will not have any problem with this.” I say, gathering some courage. For fuck’s sake, I am a psychiatrist and I have met such patients many times. Then why should react this stupidly around this man? He is a mere patient who cannot control me.

Oh shit! I'm dead. So very dead.

But of all the words, why should Harriet be curious about that one word? "Died or passed away means that someone will not be by our side anymore. They are gone forever from our lives." Noah replied. Harriet immediately shook her head vigorously, and she hugged Angel's arm. "Mommy, that's scary. I never want Mommy to leave. I don't want Mommy to die."