God Of Manipulation Novels & Stories

“Why would they not recognize me? They are my family.” “You were never a part of their family, at least that is what they remember.” Charon sighed when she just stared at him, “You see, when a god or goddess becomes discovered he or she joins the divine realms and leaves his or her mortal life. Thus, anyone who knew of his or her existence as a mortal must have their memory wiped out. Goddess Lenthe personally saw to it that everyone who knew the madam will have their memory of you removed.” “What??” Angelique was out of words. “How dare you?”

Magic strong enough to end an immortal life is dark, powerful and now I knew beyond doubt that our enemy had access to it. "I can't undo what I've done, Selene. But I know now that I was foolish to trust the word of Vlad Tepesh and my brother..." "I don't understand, Gabriel. You despise Lucifer. What could possibly have convinced you to help them?" I questioned, genuinely attempting to understand Gabriel's part in all this. All traces of forgiveness vanished when he admitted his sorry excuse. "Jealousy... for lack of a better word. You were promised to me, should I help dispose of the Druid King and his pack."

He wondered out loud, “Old Zab, what do you mean by this? You must be more specific. Are you saying that GPE is involved in all of this?” “That’s right!” Jim nodded and replied, “GPE is the mastermind behind all of these chaotic events! They had been working toward creating a God all these years.” “Creating a God!” Tyr was flabbergasted as soon as these words were spoken. “GPE intend to create a God? Are they f*cking nuts?” “They haven’t gone crazy, but their plan is too absurd. Yet, they’re about to accomplish this unimaginable feat.”

She asked, and taking a step back, I couldn’t help but gulp as I felt my heart race in fear “you don’t need to fear me, child, I have nothing against your grandfather; however, I cannot say the same about many of the manipulators. The man’s dark heart was known across all manipulators. He would do anything for power, and the two sacrifices that he had made, to himself, and had his son do, only proved it. His deeds were against the council’s approval and that is why he was banished from the council into the forest of secrets…” “The what?” I asked, frowning in confusion “wait that is not what…” “I know, he calls himself the grand manipulator and has those that are like you, alone and unprotect

“That only happened because she was betrayed and manipulated. So don’t you dare call Raphael my father. The elven realm isn’t like the other realms. They kept historical books for kings only. When I claimed the throne, I read the story about my mother, Eloise, and how she was manipulated. Her father, the ruling king, went to her room. It was the diary that exposed everything. That’s how my soul was quickly extracted from her burnt body.” Roosevelt nodded. “This is all her fault, not mine. So as I’ve said, go back. Suddenly I’m not interested in using my demons anymore. I have more powerful creations. Arch-demons. Just ten of them can kill the werewolf realm. So do as I’ve said and go back to

Seriously acknowledge The God of Space & Time. "But what happens if the man we call can't thwart the destruction of the universe? Wouldn't this just make everything useless?" The other light had the body of a young man. "Don't talk so much, if you have other plans, say it!" Shouting out of the fiery red light left the young man and the others speechless. "You're fiery as always. Well to be called The God of Fire, " said one in a light that resembled a bubble of water. "Piss off, Water God! Don't make me vaporize you with my flame!" Reply the man in the fiery red light.

Men like this heroic young healer. "I am the last of my kind mate," the teen boasted, ignoring the danger he was in by sharing this information. "I swapped teams, init?" he said, puffing out his small chest. His frame was small and angelic looking, but his aura reeked of cruelty. He told tales of his exploits, revelling in the glory of the pain he had caused in the name of an old god. A god named technology - the oldest of all the gods. "I am the technical GOD - he explained - blagging to the real GOD of CODE.

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!

"Jace used the closed circuit. He routed the biological grid of fifty thousand awakened humans directly into the Imperial cannons." Cord stared at me, absolute shock breaking his usual stoic composure. "You warped the iron with empathy?" "The iron didn't want to fire, Cord," I said simply. "It was just waiting for someone to give it permission to sleep. So I gave it permission." Cord slowly sank to one knee on the wooden dock. The man who had spent his life believing that metal was a soulless instrument of physics bowed his head to the boy who had proved him wrong. "The methodology is complete," Isra murmured, clutching her heavy leather-bound ledger to her chest, tears slipping down her che

During the banquet, Celia had played with the Sterling family's ancestral oracle blocks like a curious child. That night, Celia cast nine blessed results in a row. The entire hall had been stunned. Everyone praised her as the daughter-in-law destined for the Sterling family. He had smiled with delight back then. Because those nine blessed casts were a miracle he had created with his own hands, weighting the blocks with lead in advance. Everything had gone smoothly. Everyone envied Celia. That young girl who used to hide behind others had been cherished so publicly for the first time. What had he said to Caroline then?