God Is Dead Nietzsche Novels & Stories

Crippling fear dissolved any remaining fight in them against the God of War. “Bastard! Hurry up and kneel before the God of War! It’s your honor to kneel to him!” Gunter shouted at Niko furiously. Niko’s stubbornness might just be the very thing that would kill him. Despite the crowd’s chastising, Niko stubbornly stared at Kaze. “Hahaha. I kneel to no one! “Even if you are the God of War!” Niko laughed out loud, his face etched with lunacy.

she says confidently. “How are you so sure?” Chris wonders aloud. “Because Mei would not exist if he was.” “I don’t follow,” he says confused. “When a God dies, all their power dies with them, meaning everything they ever created; everything their magic touched, reverts to its original state. Basically, if Oshmin was dead all nagata would cease to exist.” Chris gulps and Axel howls as a shudder rocks through me. The thought that my very existence is held in someone else’s hands is terrifying, mostly because it’s something I experienced for most of my life, and I don’t like feeling that way.

Barker came close and whispered, "Not as it seems. Not as it seems." Lifting his head to Uranus, Barker yelled, "My lord god, this one is all but dead. He has not long." "He is not dead, though. Is he?" Uranus screeched. He looked at Nathan and said, "Alpha you will kill the god known as Zeus or you will watch as your mate and her sister are tortured to death."

“It is unfamiliar.” I folded my arms tightly. “I wanted this.” “Yes.” “Then why does it feel like something is wrong?” Death tilted its head slightly. “Because you are no longer being formed by belief.” “Then what is forming me?” Silence lingered longer than usual. “Something older,” Death finally said. The goddess stiffened. I felt my stomach drop. “Older than belief?” “Yes.” “Older than gods?” “Yes.” I stared at Death. “What are you saying?”

Josh said. "You idiot! This is the best offer you could ever get," Gentel slammed her palms on his desk, "God doesn't give a fuck about the world no less than Lucifer does and if you think protecting them won't eventually result in your death and the death of your lady, then you're sadly mistaken. The both of you are insignificant insects and when the gods get tired of you obstructing their bet, they'll end up giving us the green light to take care of you... permanently!" Gentel stood up and stared at him.

"He who has a 'why' to live can bear almost any 'how'." — Friedrich Nietzsche. LUCIEN FLASHBACK — THE NIGHT MATTHIAS FELL The silver dagger pressed into me, draining the life out of me bit by bit, but I had to keep standing. This man would not make an orphan of my children or leave my pack without a ruler. I didn’t let my mind dwell on the fact that my gamma had been the one to stab me. I had bigger problems.

Death was calming himself down before speaking. 'Persephone's cooking. Ra's beer. Tera's singing.' "Shiva, Vishnu, good to see you again." Death said through his teeth. "While I appreciate wanting to include me in your practice, I will have to politely decline, as I am on a mission right now." Normally Death wouldn't be as angry at the gods, but found that all this talk of "bad feelings" combined with Cytus had put him a little on edge.

I passed out. Natalia- we died. I left you for a moment. I saw the Goddess, but she said it wasn't our time. She told me to be strong and put all my strength into helping you heal. We are lucky our father is Helios, and I am stronger than most wolves. Sasha- Oh my goddess Nat are you serious?!?!?!!!! Natalia- I would not lie to you.

I pressed for an answer with such deep emotion. The God of Death seemed steadfast in his decision. He doesn't feel sorry for me, who is currently in despair. “The life of a special being is a sign of humility, but it is also part of a finite creation. I cannot make exceptions.” A feeling of frustration washed over me, crushing my hopes. “Then what am I supposed to do? How can I live without my mate? She's everything to me!” The God of Death looked at me without pity. “Life and death are part and parcel of the universe. Time will never go backward. You must accept this fate before regretting everything.”

How sweet it would be right now to feel nothing. This didn’t happen, though. There was no clemency. She was, and always would be, anchored to this delusional planet. To this hurt. Somebody up there, please help us. We’re dying down here. Can’t you see that? Our land is honeycombed with tombs, and it’ll crumble under our feet one day. Soon. I’ll build a bridge from me to you out of corpses. Just promise me you’ll be there when I arrive. You need to pinkie-swear I won’t be alone.