God Of Illusion Novels & Stories

"You will remain here." The streets below were home only to ghosts and shadows now. The people were cowering in whatever safe haven they could find, whether it be the claustrophobic aisles of a department store or the dark back room of an office. Anywhere was better than the bubbling mire outside. The heat from the burning blood would not affect the deity who once walked in his own volcanic Eden. Nor did it affect the creatures he crafted but it certainly made their way more taxing. Isaac watched as a soft haze encapsulated the God's body and slowly, he began to fade, glowing translucent and glorious.

I say indignantly, crossing my arms over my chest. They let out a carefree laugh as they continue to help themselves in my kitchen. “I knew I would love you; such a quick wit.” I take a step forward. “It’s Ezillus, right?” They beam at me in clear delight. “Jartre’s told you about me! I’m honoured.” I place my keys and phone on the kitchen counter and then lean against it. “So, what are you the God of? Breaking and Entering?” They let out an amused snort. “In simple terms, I’m the God of the Elements.”

“Some of my sisters are just more… mmm… more passionate towards my cause than others. While, yes, I lost all my abilities, over the past few years, I learned a few tricks and made up for what I lost. For example, illusion is a powerful thing.” “Illusion? What do you mean, Iokaste? I’m sick of the games.” The facade of her beauty fades when she puts her hand on her hip. She snaps the whip with her other hand, letting it crackle electricity at my toes. “Mmm. Same. So let’s stop playing them.” I lean my chin on my hand. “Did you know that if you make friends with the God of Technology, he can help you make a sword that can create custom portals? And did you know, if you have the right abilities

Then the illusion cracked and the god’s true form stared down at me again. “You are Honshu,” it said. “But you are not alone inside your flesh. You never were.” “I don’t want you.” It smiled, a thing that should not have been able to smile. “Want is not the same as truth.” The air thickened. I tried to step back, but the water held me. The god reached out one scaled hand. “The door opens soon. When it does, the world will remember what I was. And you will remember what you are.”

He liked the name 'Moriah', so he decided to wipe his real name off for ever. "You will not win against me, Hadassah," he shook his head. "I have risen again, you are nothing compared to my power. My existence was prophesied and also," he waved his hand at the dead bodies and blood. "These lives were also prophesied, they were meant to be dead," he grimaced like a beast. "There is nothing which can stop me, because I AM THE LORD OF LIFE! I am immortal and I CAN NOT BE KILLED!"

I'll tell you everything, soon there will be a great war we all the gods vs all the anti-gods we called them breakers because they can break all the law of omnipotent only a massive amount of omnipotent power can stop them, and we made a council it named the council of the 10 great supreme gods and the strongest of us is my father the god of everynity, Deus Saya, he is the strongest god, and he is titled the supreme God-king my father holds everything in the multiverse accept mine, I'm the one who made My own universe I'm special I am not like my younger sisters and younger brother and not like my brother and father because I have the power to copy all the Omni skills like creative destructi

boomed the All-Father, his voice rattling the cosmos, “have desecrated the sacred laws. You dared to love what is beneath us. A mortal. A fleeting ember among our eternal flame.” Kael’s fists dug into the marble beneath him, cracks spreading like veins through its surface. “She is more than you will ever understand,” he snarled, the words raw, jagged. “More than this hollow existence you call divine.” The assembly rippled with disdain, a wave of voices sharp as knives. The All-Father stepped closer, his golden spear glinting like a shard of the sun. “Your love is an abomination,” he spat. “And for it, you will be cast down, stripped of your divinity. You will roam the earth as a beast—neithe

Right now Mane needed to understand his situation. “We are trapped in an illusion,” Odin stated without much emotion. With a gentle tap to Gungnir the fearsome spear transformed into a harmless staff. But even then, Mane could feel the strength of the Chief Soul Weapon. “An illusion?” Mane was stunned by the sudden revelation. He thought the Origin King had somehow hypnotized him. How did it become an illusion? “Yes,” Odin nodded and then turned to face Mane like there wasn’t an enemy seething right in front of him.

Susan Jackson has always aspired to be a successful fashion designer. Unfortunately that dream was beginning to look impossible after numerous rejection from the number one fashion company in New York. Faced with the opportunity to compete with various students for the opportunity to finally become a designer in the Beautyspy fashion company. Susan will do anything to make sure her dreams come true, even if it means working closely with her old crush Joseph Crown, CEO of Beautyspy fashion company and her despicable step sister Amelia Friday.

His head shook. “No, I was worried. I thought I had done something wrong.” I breathed out, it was good to know a sex god like him felt insecure. The music in the booth was playing and I did the only thing I could think of. “You did nothing wrong, let me give you a lap dance.” His head went back on the chair and I took that as a yes. I got on my knees and bounced back up, one knee next to his on the chair. I slowly took my bra off, dancing to the music as I ran my free hand down his chest. Suddenly he grabbed my thigh and pushed me down on his lap.