God & Mortal Novels & Stories

One petal fell and withered in midair. I gasped and stumbled backward. The fire didn’t go out. But it flickered violently as the shadows broke into a million tiny pieces. I dropped to my knees, panting, shaking, my hands gripping the dirt like it might anchor me. He wasn’t mortal. No… no, not even close. He was a god. He was the kind who bleeds for love. Who rips open the fabric of time to reclaim what he believes is his. I swallowed, forcing air into my lungs.

After the territories merged, I, of the Gerald Family, became the undisputed Godmother of Eustona’s criminal underworld. I took Xavier and returned to our family’s old fortress in North Atlantis. In the garden, Dad had built a small playground for him, with a carousel and swings. Bit by bit, the smile on Xavier’s face returned. He started going back to school, making new friends, and slowly stepping out from the shadows of his past. However, he never mentioned the word “Papa” again.

"AND THE NAME OF THIS RACE IS IMMORTAL." What the fuck- "They are the children of the Evermore, the gods who watch our world from above." How this human is able to know those things? No one told me that they had any knowledge of us. Then how is this even possible. "But once there are just a few Immortals when they do twenty years old, after a lot of training, they are sent to a respective world, where they must complete an important mission."

Humans may fear him or adore him for his power, but in Grass' eyes, he is nothing but a coward. Grass was Alpha Adam's Beta before Alpha Adam left the pack to live among humans. He lives now as Don, the big boss of the Mafia; some refer to him as the Godfather but behind all that quote-impressive title is a disgraced Alpha who runs away from its own pack. What Alpha would do that? Only an Alpha who feels incapable of doing its duties will!

"But-but you should not be uncomfortable with showing softness, not around me. I do not think any less of people who emote fondness." The God bristled and his eyes darkened. A flash of anger radiated and one could also see fiery sparks ignite. His fist clenched and the temptation to crack the mortal across the skull was hard to resist but he couldn't. Anyone else would have felt the full force of his fury but instead he turned, biting his lip sharply. "To address a God as such is an insult," he hissed between gritted teeth "none as accustomed to being questioned by a mortal and none should be. Such a transgression would normally mean your skin would be split open by countless lashes; do you

she allowed some time to pass to let him take in what she just said. Throughout her speech he never said a thing as he processed everything she said word for word, although it still sounded strange to him but he still managed to keep calm about what he just heard. “Ok, so there are gods and anti-gods, and they live together?” he said slowly “Yes but not really together" she affirmed “just around if I can say" “Ok I’m following, still skeptical but-" he was cut off “Skeptical?” she asked not knowing what it meant

Hajin— the life force of god that is present all around the planet. It is found in the oxygen that we breathe, the minerals found on the earth, and it is sensitive to thoughts and emotions that they can blend into them. Sliver of god— A part of god's power that he gave to alchemists when he was dying. Every thousand years, a god dies and it has to choose another person to pass his power. However, the current god, Croven, saw this as a distasteful, ineffective, and lonely job. So he decided to divide his power to the wise people whom he trusted, who would later become the Alchemists.

I snorted, "when I am in heaven smiling at you while you are begging on your knees in hell." He chuckles at my words and in the next second, he is holding me by the collar of my clothes. "Oh you think you can go to your heaven?" he menacingly asks. "Yes, because your moon goddess is not even close to anything as my creator" I retorted. "So naïve and so stupid. You think your God will be here to save you" he shouted at me. "He will because my God is a God of so many things that you pitiful creature are not" I spat back holding his gaze.

At that time, every second he was always haunted by regret and guilt. "He'll be fine!" he said, trying to reassure himself and Owen that Nathania would be safe just as she was. "Wha ... what?" "We have to go now, we can't find him!" "But ..." "Do you still not understand? If you stay here you will die!" "But I ..." "He'll be fine! I'm sure he'll be safe just like before." "But why? what if..." "Listen, Owen! I'm sure you already know who he is. He's not an ordinary human, he's a descendant of a Great God. He won't die that easily, he will somehow survive. So, believe me!"

The mortal world did not feel it, not truly. To human eyes, the night was ordinary, the moon a pale guardian over cities and forests. But beneath that calm shimmered the new pulse of divinity. The merge had altered everything. The Seven Sins had scattered, taking vessels among mortals, and the pairs chosen by the gods moved to seek them out.