God Is Dead Nietzsche Novels & Stories

This bitch needs to be stopped, but I also understand there are so many risks involved and the last thing I want is to see Isolde get hurt again. “I have a question.” “Am I going to roll my eyes?” She asks, raising her perfect eyebrow at me. I smirk and give her a peck on the lips, “Not this time. I’m just wondering how a Goddess gets killed. Before meeting you I didn’t even know Gods and Goddesses existed, but from everything you’ve told me about them, it just seems so hard to imagine one being killed. Shouldn’t a God be unkillable?” “The only thing that can kill a God is the blood and magic of another God.”

“I have nothing to prove to you, you see my power and the strength of my force and say that I am not a god…” “Yes.” I answered him cutting him short. “Yes, even with all these you are not a god, my husband have exactly what you have but he doesn’t go around calling himself a god. Yes because gods don’t need someone to fight their battle for them, they don’t need armies and yes because gods cannot die, you will die today” “I can have you killed, where you stand.” “Try.” Themis said and when the man closed his eyes Themis advanced towards him.

Luis Park yelled. "NO PLEASE...." Butt called. His tears fall. Then Luis Park pondered, 'Death is a Masterpiece to humanity yet a death without a slave is surely boring.' He no longer cared about his death anymore. He accepted this death a long time ago. "Slave huh? Then oath that slave fuck! So that in the afterlife I have a slave to shit!" Then without hesitation Butt made a bow. "I, BUTT, THE GOD OF NIGHT WHO REIGNED THE DARKNESS. I, BUTT WILL FOLLOW THIS YOUTH IN LIFE AND DEATH, MY SIN, A FORSAKEN!"

“According to G****e, Hades, who is also known as the god of the underworld had three children, Zagerus, Macaria, and Melinoe. The first is a boy while Macaria and Melinoe are girls. Now if you’d ask me, I think this information is irrelevant. Nothing concerns Greek mythology with Nigerian homicidal maniacs.” A smile crawled into Lex’s lips. “Actually, it does.” “How, if I may ask.” Bob folded his arms indignantly. “Yes; maybe G****e thinks Hades had one son – or none at all, but that’s not a reliable source, is it?” “You just said ‘G****e’ isn’t reliable.” Byron chipped in. “For once I have to agree with the kid. You just said G****e, the most reliable source of information on the web, the

Even if Zen weren’t a true Godfather candidate, he would still have to die for being such an annoyance. “Trash should just stay out of sight or die.”

’’ After saying that, Nathan then told them all what happened after he died. Some people while hearing him, started believing that God did truly exists since they had just witnessed Nathan rising from the dead with their own two eyes. But others the ones with hardened hearts, scoffed at him in unbelief saying that this was just a stunt he was playing on them. That he must have faked his death, those people included Ricky who was now angry that Nathan was still alive.

“You can’t seriously be trying to revive Egerth, Natalia.” “I don’t see what the issue is here. Resurrecting the original gods was always a part of my plan. Revivin Egerth would come last. I have to first revive Nataroth so she could bring them all to life.” “That doesn’t mean it’s a good idea. All the original gods died with grudes. They have been dead for a long time and have become abstract concepts. If by chance, they were ever revived, the world would be in grave danger.”

“Yes. But unlike mortals who pass on to heaven or hell, when a god dies, we don’t go anywhere. We disappear. We become nothing.” A chill ran through me. “What do you mean by nothing?” “Nothingness,” he repeated, voice barely above a whisper. “No form. No soul. No afterlife. And worse, no memory. Every trace of that god is erased from all realms. It’s as if they never existed at all.” I stared at him, the weight of that truth sinking like stones in my chest. “That’s… a terrible fate.”

“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.

he is a cruel and ruthless god who knows no mercy. Do you think that what I say is heresy? Maybe yes, but I also know it's the truth. I have looked out into the other world, into the icy abyss of what some stupid people call the afterlife. I will tell you what death is. Death is the ultimate thief. It is stronger than love and more durable than time. You may wonder if it is possible that someone like me can talk about love. However, believe it or not, I have loved and known love.