God Of Smithing Novels & Stories

"A universe without 'Resistance' is a universe without 'Consciousness.' I created the 'First-Engine,' but I couldn't create the 'Will' to keep it turning. I needed a species that would learn to 'Love the Wrench' as much as the 'Result.' I needed you to become the 'Soul-Oil' because the universe cannot 'Feel' itself unless it 'Hurts' a little." The "Final-Encounter" was a "Passing-of-the-Torch." The Smith was not a creator to be worshipped, but a "Retired-Architect" who was ready to leave the shop. He offered Audrey and Lucas the "Master-Key"—the ability to rewrite the "Foundational-Narrative" of the Multiverse. They could erase the pain of the past, remove the need for soot, and turn the uni

Allorah said as she opens her eyes. Shaking my head, I look back down. This was uncomfortable. “You see, his name was Faith. He was someone that would be my other half according to Mother Goddess.” Allorah explained, “Mother Goddess was someone who was like our creator. She would pair goddess if they were a match.” “So both of you where?” I asked, now intrigued. “Yes, Faith was my opposite. I had white hair, and his was black. He was darkness, and I was light. The only thing we had in common was our eyes.” Allorah said as she smiled softly. “And Karl is exactly as Faith.”

"I can't have a coward for a son. I won't." "Are you kicking me out?" I wiped the blood from my lip. "No." He stayed facing the glass. "I'm fixing you. There is a place for boys who aren't ready to be men. It's called The Forge." "The Forge?" My stomach dropped. "I've heard stories about that place, Dad. That place is a cage. They break people who come there." "Exactly." He turned back. His face was a mask; there was no love, no pity, just ice. "They break the weak parts so the strong parts can grow. You are leaving tonight."

He didn't believe in any god, when he was the Lord of Lif The gods had never meant much to Moriah, though like most men he had been known to make offerings to the earrior before battle, to the smith when he launched a ship, and to the mother whenever his wife grew great with child. He felt ill as he watched them burn, and not only from the smo

" He upgraded, and that made my anger boil more. I wanted to ask him what he meant by Gaea's ruin, but I ignored him and concentrated on my power. Finally, I found what I was looking for. I found the strength needed to channel all the proficiency I needed to fight my way out. Not wasting another second, I yelled. "The Smith God of War and the Ice Fang." A whirlwind blew across the whole arena ground, and the sky darkened more. The bird from the jungle appeared out of nowhere, and thunder clasped the sky. My body outbursts with silver fire, and my eyes twinkle with the help of the moon.

"You're a good person Sarah. I don't want you to be used. Don is only using you!" "You know who Don is?" "I know him very well, he is my Alpha! Please listen to me!" "Your Alpha? Why should I listen to you?" "Because he is planning something that is not good for you. He is planning on bringing back his mate Athena.." "What are you talking about? Who is Athena?" "She is Alpha Adam's mate. She died and Adam blamed his pack. Please listen to me, stay away from this place. Get out of the city now." "Who's Adam? Why is everyone acting strange?"

Me and Latisha made it out to the staff smoking area, she hadn’t even lit her cigarette before she started. “So Graham.” “Don’t tell me, being a douche bag?” I asked before taking a drag and putting the lighter in my pocket. “Oh my god such a douche bag!” She lit hers now. “Telling me he can’t be with someone in my profession” “Wait” I stopped, putting a hand up. “He has only known you doing this, that’s bullshit.” “And that’s what I said to him! I don’t cuss that he works in IT.” We both cracked up then, the cold hitting me as my jacket came open.

A jolt immediately went through my whole body. “What… what can I do…?” “What can you do…? Not only you are covered with wounds all over— what’s more, I can’t heal you with my magic. Your only choice, child— is to pray to the celestial gods.” “Celestial gods…?” I find myself to be sneering— I wondered why. “To whom? Your ancestor Loki? Or his parents— Fárbauti? Or Laufey? Or should I pray to you since you are the descendant of a celestial god?”

It feels like I was pushing a huge rock and didn’t make it to move. Anubis smiled in a sinister way. His eyes stare back at me with his black orbs’ pupils. “This isn’t funny for telling me you are meeting some God. Isn’t that insulting?” “What? —” My voice trailed off, “What are you talking about? Why do you keep talking about a God?” I tried to hide anything that he can tell I know a God. But when I think more of it, his name, and his aura. It isn’t just right like a human. “Are you a God?”

"Good evening ladies and gentle men, gods and goddess." The oracle of life suddenly faded into existence at the alter, slowly shaping in self into a white feminine figure. "We are all gathered here today to celebrate a remarkable upcoming, the upcoming of a new being into the immortal realm. Many of you know that by now, that this being belongs to one of our deities, Aubrey." The oracle smoothly motions her hand, as though moving gracefully in water as she points towards Aubrey who stood up and placed his wine glass down to the table.