God Of Mind Novels & Stories

I was the only one still trapped in the hatred of three years ago. I lit the candles and bowed my head before them. "Mom. Baby. I saw them again. "Julian Sterling thinks I'm going to save him." I gave a cold laugh. "This time, I'll send them to hell with my own hands."

I said with a smile as I took in the expression of wonder on each of their faces. “What? You didn’t think God would let paradise go to waste just because a stupid girl ate an apple, did you?” “At this point, I’m willing to forget anything I thought I knew before I met you, love.” Blake had already wandered ahead, carefully inspecting his surroundings, but Aiden remained by my side, his grip on my hand still firm. “So, God is real then?” Aiden asked as we wandered through the garden. “Of course. God, Zeus, Jupiter, Odin… whatever you wish to call him. We know him as the all-father.”

They call them guardians. He was tall, brown hair and eyes and well built. "There are 12 month-tribes blessed by the moon, who can tell me a few months and their affinities?" This was common knowledge, anyone could intuitively guess this. Everyone except for Larry, that sluggish moron seated at the back corner, he couldn't recite the alphabets correctly if his life depended on it. Maybe, she hyperbolized that a little bit but truly he was just a stupid big dumb oak.

the man in black faintly smiled, turned around, looked at the calm pool of water, slowly said: "Born as a God Ding man, died as a God Ding soul, the next life, the next life, never leave the day, until the soul yuan is exhausted, no more Reincarnation ...... Could it be that the righteous father has forgotten that this is what the righteous father personally said to the child when he adopted the child back then?" In the distance, Xiao Dust frowned, it looks like this God Ding is really not an ordinary power, even if it is some demonic sects in the Purple Realm, if the disciples want to leave someday, as long as they talk it through, it is not impossible, and this God Ding, it is even binding

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!

Always. But it never worked on him. He had no mercy or love to give. That was the one thing the so-called genuiuses forgot to programme into his game-style code of zeroes and ones. He was a cruel teenager - one who had existed since the dawn of time in this strange land of Alphas and Gods. Miaka was the only female left - so he would be stupid to let her lie - for if she did there would be no new blood to torture - and the teen God loved to torture them.

Transported to a subconscious space in my mind where I feel like floating, but I can still hear his voice. “I’m a Hecate worshiper. My Mistress deserved better, she was betrayed by the gods. She is the one that should have been the Moon Goddess, not Selene. Now Hecate holds the doors between realms and has many accolades among witches. She shall become more powerful than the rest of the gods.” “How could you give your back to your own kind?” I spat in anger. “Ah, but you see, Jack. The human mind is a marvelous thing. Did you know the brain can be controlled? It has both a conscious and unconscious parts.”

The celestial god had bridged a gap between gods and humans a long time ago. He watched her run in the garden like a three years old child with no care in the world. Her laughter rang in the wind like soft bells. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Adjusting the flowers, he walked toward her confident. His mind was made up, he was going to talk to her, and they were going to be friends. Soon, he got to where she stood with a wide grin plastered on his face. He extended the flowers to her. But to his dismay, she walked past him. He followed her, hoping she’d accept his flowers. But it was almost like he wasn't there. He realized she could not see him. She had no idea someone

EZRA The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the silence but it wasn’t the good kind, or the peaceful, birds-chirping, Sunday morning kind. This was filed with silence, like someone had pressed their hand over the whole house and told it not to breathe. “Jesus Christ,” I muttered, rubbing my face. My mouth tasted like metal, my back hurt from sleeping wrong, and my stomach was a pit of nerves. For a second I thought about just packing up and leaving—money or not, this wasn’t worth my sanity. But then I remembered Lilian’s face, her voice reminding me about the contract. I’d signed my life away for a paycheck.

Words fired out at machine-gun speed. "Why is the human looking at me? Does she like me? Does she hate me? Does she like or hate me? Why is she still circling me? "Will she nuzzle me? Can I nuzzle her? Does she like me? Does she hate me? What—" Her thoughts were annoyingly loud and chaotic. I pretended to circle her a few more times, but mentally, I was drowning in her psychic high-speed rambling. Rather than overthinking, I decided to go on the offensive and deploy some cunning tricks.