God Of Illusion Novels & Stories

“Yes goddess. Is there anything else I need to know?” “I am going to put you into a vision that we goddesses seen so you might be able to decipher it. I have to warn you though it is not pleasant.” “Okay. I understand. Thank you, Goddess.” Sonya felt herself be ripped down out of the cloud into a dark room. She was sure it was a basement or cellar because of it being a dark, damp room. She could barely see anything as it was pitch black. She felt like there was someone behind her so she turned around to be met with a pulsing light.

Before this, I'm afraid you've never thought of what kind of fighting style illusion spells use. "Illusion spells are a range that only Heavenly Spirit Realm can cultivate."

I turned around and slide down the length of the door and when I finally felt the floor support me I became sitting with my head against my knees pressed up against my only way out. 'What interest would a god have in me? What interest would Enosos have in me? He was the god of seduction, he could have anyone and yet he has demanded me since I was nothing more then an innocent child. How could I be his? How could he claim that power over me?'

Goldie walks over to Katcha and grabs her by the arm. “Wait, no!” She panics and tugs on his hand to get him to let go. “What did you just do?!” Darryl also exclaims in a panic as he rushes to block the door. His knees shook from witnessing the phenomena from earlier, yet he is determined to look Goldie in the eyes. There is a golden glint within his irises, and they seemed to flicker and grow similarly compared to a fire. It grows more, and more, until all he could see is a whole room burning down. Like tinnitus, he could hear distant screaming that increased in volume. They’re crying and cursing out a name he can’t quite decipher. In the room, he is the only one who remains. The walls quic

I sighed 'Out of everything that has happened to me as of yet this was probably the least bizarre thing' 'I wish to lie down on the floor and pretend as if nothing happened- "Like hell, I can't do that while sitting right next to a dead body!" At this point I had little to no courage left, I couldn't even look at the cold and lifeless body of Fay without crying my eyes out "Just where did it all go wrong...." I crouched against the counter and draped my face with my hands while I let my thoughts run wild... 'None of this feels real, like all of this is an illusion! I want to wake up from this hellish nightmare, what should I do...!?'

* *Vision: Him lifting Luna, spinning her as she laughed, her hands actually grasping his solid shoulders. *Vision: Sarah hugging her brother, not light passing through light but flesh embracing flesh.* "Stop," Dimitri commanded, but his light dimmed with longing. "*Why stop truth?*" the goddess whispered from paradox space. "*These aren't fantasies—they're memories of what was, previews of what could be again.*" Through divine Luna's perception, we saw his essence wavering. Light could illuminate or blind, reveal or deceive. The goddess was using his own nature against him, making him see too clearly what he missed.

“You may pretend you’re a goddess, but you are nothing—insignificant. Nothing will save you or the one you love. You cannot defeat Mahishasura, King of Demons. Ask Kaplan—he’s dying under the demon’s touch.” Jaiyana’s golden eyes flared, spilling light like a drawn blade, and for a moment her face softened, betraying the fear she carried for Kaplan. Then her resolve hardened, folding that fear into steel. “You’re wrong,” she snapped, her voice ringing with authority and quiet menace. “I am not what you call a goddess—I am something worse for you. And Kaplan does not die while I can still reach him.” Her words hung in the air like a promise, chilling the space around Mahisar more than any sho

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.

The imprint beneath my hand glows a deep shade of red and an intense gravitational pull descends over the room giving me a sense of weightlessness as in the blink of an eye, a large figure standing at 7’7 appears out of nowhere. “Ten thousand years will give you such a crick in the neck!” The figure announces, stretching out their arms as their liquid silver eyes look between me and my parents, “Really? Nothing? I’ve been waiting since ’92 to make that entrance,” they sigh. I lower my hand and for the first time in my life take in the appearance of our creator. Ezillus, God of the Elements and creator of the sirna, is standing before us looking like nothing I could have ever pictured. The st

Odell who is one to be easily tempered, which the humans describe to have the quick temper of a human remains the God of war, as when it comes to fighting of demons, Odell is at the front line. Layland on the other hand is the God of illusions and compel, while Barak is the God of the four elements, and Darius, being the God of the underworld. Aside all that, it is known for each of the Gods to be blessed with strength, speed, and hyper senses. "And who says this is a joke, less at all useless?" Alec replies them. "Now if any of you can't answer the question, I will," Alec stares at them all.