Novelas y relatos de God Of Illusion

A hooded figure stood ahead of her. But a silence shaped like a man. She couldn’t hear him. But her bones ached with the weight of what he was. He reached for her chest—And when he touched her—She saw the truth. It was never born to illuminate.It was built to distract. The godfire was created as a cage. To hold the unnamed. To bury the thing that was never supposed to exist. To distract the world with prophecy and war and power—While the true danger slept beneath it all.

He found himself in a hellscape of blades and fire, surrounded by ghostly monsters charging at him from all sides. A second later, the scene shifted again. He was surrounded by wine, luxury, and temptation… The illusions kept changing. Gideon tried to break free, but he felt powerless. The images were even starting to affect him. Suddenly, everything vanished, and he was snapped back to reality. Gideon was drenched in cold sweat, shocked. "Was that… an illusion?"

“Showing signs of ‘divine power.’ Speaking of peace. Repeating the old prophecies. They say she survived the fire. That you survived the fire—and now serve Magnus willingly.” I stared at the drawing again. It was... wrong. Subtle things. The mouth was too soft. The gaze was too calm. And that really hit me. “She’s using illusion magic,” I said quietly. “Not just shapeshifting. Real illusion. Probably tied to mirrors. A trained caster.” Cato nodded grimly. “He’s building a myth. A fake you to keep the people loyal, and to kill the real you in silence.” I felt cold all over.

It could be easily bypassed by closing one’s eyes and maintaining a steady mind; it wasn’t challenging. However, if the Illusion Formation were controlled by someone, the situation would be different. Especially with celestial veins enhancing the formation, immortals trapped inside would face realistic horrors that couldn’t be avoided by simply closing their eyes. These illusions would pierce directly into their souls. The Illusion Formation itself did not have offensive capabilities. Its primary function was to confuse the mind. If it could deceive those inside, it had fulfilled its purpose. For instance, it might simulate attacks repeatedly, causing immortals to defend themselves continuou

Death smiled and cocked his head to the side. He'd known this day would come. He'd been patiently waiting for it. “You are correct, my son. I am Mortem.” He paused, watching the confusion spread across the half-dead man's face. “But I am not here to give you what you crave.” “You are Solis, the Sun. You will give life to everything on Earth, and you will also take life away.” Before Solis could protest, his body burst into flames. His human body burned. His soul died.

Killing Isimud was a misstep, and would not lead to this story’s proper ending. Jimmy let the sword fall, but held Isimud’s gaze. Isimud raised a mocking eyebrow. There was something he was missing. What was it Isimud had said about his story? That it was the antidote to God’s story. Creation was God’s story and God was trapped in it, because He could only perceive Himself as the characters within that story. This was a core belief of Isimud’s heresy, but it might also be the key to Jimmy’s success. If we are all really one God, trapped in the story of creation, unable to see ourselves as anything other than individual characters, then that would mean . . . Jimmy turned away from Isimud and

“I’ll give you a chance to tell your nonsense.” “Y-You’re Frona Dhimer!” Emperor Stavros exclaimed in horror. “You’re one of the Nine Caeloros Gods of Nothingness, the God of Prophecy.” Lesia’s face remained charmingly coy as she smiled without replying. “Impossible!” Emperor Stavros immediately dismissed his guess. “James is just an insignificant living being. How could he possibly summon the God of Prophecy? This must be an illusion.” As he spoke, his body erupted with dazzling light. His wounds were instantly healed, and his power doubled.

In a quiet Vip room in starlight The God Of war, God of control, Goddess of destruction, and Goddess of sin were all sitting back having a serious conversation. "This was a stupid idea you know that right? It's time to quit playing mind games and start actually doing something. I'm tired of not being able to use my magic. The Goddess of creation needs to be taught a lesson. Tortured alittle and than locked away forever. I'm done playing games. There needs to be a vote." Kali The Goddess of Destruction had been rambling on and on since they got into the club.

I slowly sat on the white sand and watched the lady still standing to where I left her. I am waiting anxiously by the shore. Did my plan work? Christ! This is killing me. My heart is pounding really fast! I couldn't stand waiting for her like this! I swear I was praying then, she moved towards the seashore, towards me. Thank God! I did it! What a relief! She stood directly in front of me. I raised my head to face her and with that I smirked. " What can I do for you, goddess?” Oh yes! It's true! She's a beauty! She must be Venus if she was ever real. "Oh, shut up! Stop making fun of me will you?!" she mumbled pouting her lips like a baby before sitting right beside me. I could feel my heart

But I'm still not convinced. "How did you get in here?" Kurai's face gives away nothing as he leans over and examines me. He was about to lean closer to me when a pillow slumped on his face stopping him in between. He slowly stepped back, mouth curved into a smirk, "I'm a God, remember?" He turned his back and faced the curtained window. "I can appear anywhere I want, except to that place," he said, almost a whisper. His eyes fixed on an unknown point beyond the starry night.