God Of Mind Novels & Stories

One second. Two seconds.ten seconds. Thirty seconds. One minute. It took one plus minute for Justin to process the new Information Fed to him. His mind was shutting down involuntarily like a computer that has been invaded by a virus. Like,was life playing a joke on him? He was sincerely happy that he was no royal but he knew what it meant to be One. How could he be happy with his woman miraculously turning out to be one. His work life was already dramatic, he didn't need drama in his real life.

Daniel's POV "God Madonna? How can I reach out to you? I need your help. Please help your child get out of this problematic situation." I said, standing in front of the gate through which we can contact our gods. God Madonna was the good of dark witches, and though she was the dark one, I think she was the most beautiful, intelligent, and understanding God. She was better than those in the white world, who have turned us into their puppets and our fate as their gameplay.

I sighed “Like do you have superpower” and she blinked her eyes twice “What? So you do have, why did you keep it from me” “Because we were mere friends and it wasn't that deep!“ Her voice echoed in my head “Holy…” I yelled “Shit” she interrupted in my head ending my sentence” “What the heck are you, ?“ “I'm Sarah Palin the Mind goddess. Hahaha” her voice echoed in my head with a evil laugh “Can you stop that shit, I might pass out if you tried that again”

All their minds thought of the same thing. Natasha could allow the god to go through her mind and find the answer to the location of the last Herald but then in doing so, there was no telling what the god's intentions were after he had acquired the location, especially considering the fact that he was not the one in control here but was doing the bidding for something else—something that was much more sinister. "So that is how it is going to be then?" the god sighed, contempt filling his tone. Together, the three speedsters charged at him, taking him on all at once.

I whispered. The merging was immediate, disorienting. My consciousness swirled into his, threading through the neural strands, past memories, past lies, and finally into the heart of his mind. I felt him—my father’s consciousness—coil around us like a serpent, probing, testing, trying to dominate. “Welcome to the core,” the god hissed. “Do you understand now? This is why I am inevitable.” I gritted my teeth. “No. I refuse to accept that. You’re just code, memories, and shadows. And we’re stronger together than you could ever be.”

It somewhat rewinds and tells. “WELL YOU SEE, I MAY NOT LOOK LIKE ONE, BUT I AM THE MOST POWERFUL ONE, THE ORIGINAL AND IRREPLACEABLE ONE. I HOLD EVERYTHING AND PLAY THE SAME GAME, I KNOW EVERYTHING, EVERY BIT, AND WROTE DESTINY ITSELF, FOR YOU SEE, I AM GOD.” God. The word that’s circling in her mind for a while and somehow sipping right through and deep into her consciousness, where it echoes and rings like the only thing that ever existed in that time that she needed to process and believe.

A man sitting in the lake slowly opened his eyes; he leaped forward, before landing on shore. Almost at the same time, the crack quietly disappeared, as if it were magic. “What…?” The Northwest Demon was filled with shock. “A complete mind with an indestructible body! That’s a God of War!” The experienced martial artists held their breath. The realm of God of War was just a general term…but most Gods of War were completely stuck in the beginning stages. Anyone who could advance from that stage could start their own sect!

Faith sat on the silver throne, and the world opened up inside her mind. She could feel the pulse of millions of computers, the hum of televisions, and the silent traffic of data traveling across oceans. Her unique DNA kept her perfectly grounded, making sure the massive rush of information didn't overwhelm her. She was the pilot, and the global grid was her ship.

It was the beginning of something new. I was no longer someone’s wife or shadow. I was the Godmother of the mafia families, Xavier’s mother, Kane’s beloved, and most importantly, I was myself. A year later, in a port city in Eustona, someone spotted a familiar figure. The man was ragged, limping on one leg. When he looked up, his face was covered in scars and humiliation. It was James. He saw me and instantly looked away in terror, ducking into the crowd like a rat scurrying across the street.

Most importantly, she could see the obsidian scroll. It was no longer a piece of stone with writing. It was a three-dimensional holographic archive. She saw the faces of the Elders who had betrayed the Council. She saw the mathematical equations they had used to hide their influence. She saw the flaw in their 'Symphony of Silence'—a tiny, overlooked frequency that only a human ear, tuned to the logic of the brain, could hear. “I see it,” she whispered, her eyes glowing with a steady, brilliant white light that made Xander’s golden aura look dim. “The 'Goddess' isn't a person. It's a function. I am the interface.”