God-like Extraction Novels & Stories

" Jax asked again The King chuckled... "No one noticed because no one conceive." Their faces hold confusion. "This is how the rumor starts. He was not born like us. The deities used the DNA of their carriers and their blood. And with their powers, the gift was born." "Wait, that makes him a demigod!" Theo exclaimed. Kaleb is feeling nervous suddenly. "Oh, I remember, I read it somewhere. There are only two people that are known as the deity's carrier. These people are the head councils of the Mages." Theo added. Kaleb felt more nervous. His hunch is confirmed when Theo speaks again... "The Knights."

“The Weaver of Ends… the third vessel, A devourer of godhood. A spirit that consumed dying gods during the War of Sundering… he sleeps now, but not for long.” She raised her hands and the temple responded. Runes burst to life beneath Elias’ feet—ancient, glowing, breathing. Kai whispered, “What are you doing?” “Extracting him,” the Oracle said. “Before Elias fractures beyond repair.” The ground shook. Elias’ body arched suddenly, his mouth opening in a soundless scream. The runes around him turned black-red, twisting into the shape of an ancient sigil. A sharp, stabbing pressure filled the temple—like reality itself bending.

Imeela responded with a grimace. Janina pulled multiple things out of her bag. The most noticeable one was the large ass syringe. I had a feeling that Imeela might not like whatever they were going to do. She was not alone though because I definitely would not like it. “Loki’s magic is still inside of you. We need to remove it because Godly magic can’t be contained in a mortal vessel. However, once we extract it, we might be able to find a way to neutralize its effect so that we could engineer something to negate the effect of his magic. It won’t be pleasant, but we’ll do everything we can to get the sample quickly. Okay?”

Vega takes her position, ritual implements arranged before her, chanting in an ancient language that makes the silver lines on the floor begin to glow. "The extraction begins," she announces, her voice assuming a resonant quality that fills the chamber. "Alpha essence from divided heir, power from sundered source, strength separated from weakness, dominance purified for its true purpose." Pain lances through me as the ritual words take effect, a pulling sensation at my very core. This isn't like the initial splitting, which tore me suddenly along a natural fault line between my dual natures. This is extraction—the slow, methodical removal of my essence from my physical form, like drawing poi

I stopped fighting the extraction and instead pulled. If Lydia wanted to steal my abilities through The Architects' power, then I would use that connection against her. I would pull on The Architects' essence through the ritual she had created. Golden light exploded from my body, but this time it was different. This time it carried the mark of sacrifice, the touch of forces beyond reality. This time it was purification on a level I had never achieved before. The light hit Lydia and she screamed. Her dark magic shattered. The extraction ritual broke. And most importantly, the connection she had forged to The Architects' imprisoned essence snapped back on her.

“Much like Azrael needs one of her own for research and development. I cannot simply take this code to any public hackerspace or hangar.” “Plus there’s other issues that come with the code,” Eva added. “Specifically the whole Godeater aspect.” “Godeater?” said Kali. “That doesn’t sound good.” “Imagine a sentient black hole,” Miko told Kali. “That is my personal understanding of Godeater, though my understanding is admittedly incomplete. Although I do not have any scientific parallels, the best way I can describe it is simply: using Prometheus ‘touches’ the Godeater’s consciousness.”

"Ella you don't seem to get it, do you? This isn't just about you drugging me. This goes way beyong that. I have found my mate Cassie, I love her and I want to be with her, not you. I know I made some promises to you before, I know I promised never to choose her over you, but honey this is not something I can control. You have felt the mate bond, you know how it can make you feel about one's mate.That is exactly how I feel right now. I'm sorry but, Cassie is the only girl I want to be with right" "Elijah please don't do this to me. I don't have a mate. My mate died a long time ago. If you leave me, I might remain single forever, I don't want that to happen to me, please don't ssend me away"

She notices something moving in the pressbox across from them, noticing figures occupy it. Theo catches her eye from inside, standing beside a giant man, with eyes as stern and stormy as his. They're an intense blue just like a ghost of Theo's. His hairs long and white with a golden crown pushing it away from his face. He's a hulk of a man. She feels the weight of those eyes when they cut to her, feeling intense pressure. The shivers are back and nearly make her crumble. She sees another god standing to the left of him and feels Damon stiffen next to her. She notices he's watching the figure beside who she knows to be Zeus and Theo.

Threads of strange substance drifted from the corpses into her hand, condensing into a single drop of liquid, faintly shimmering with gold. Huh? One couldn't just absorb the abilities from these artificially created ability users directly—the abilities had to be "extracted" this way? But could that single golden drop really enhance her power?

The chamber falls silent, considering the shift in framing, and I watch understanding slowly settle across several faces — not simple destruction this time, but genuine, calculated acquisition. "The ritual for extraction," Grath says slowly, "requires the subject to be alive during the process. Conscious, in most historical accounts. The pain alone—" "Is considerable," I finish for him. "Yes. I'm aware. I'm not proposing this out of misplaced mercy, Grath. I'm proposing it because it's strategically superior, not because I harbor any particular concern for the girl's suffering during the process." "And if extraction fails?" the older member asks. "If she dies before the ritual completes?"