Novel & Cerita God Of The Mind

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

"Give me the salve! The one in the red bottle in your backpack!" I froze. In my last life, I had used the salve from that red bottle to cure Aurora. How did he know? His grip on my wrist tightened. He roared at me, almost as if he had gone mad. "Why didn't you warn me this time?!" That was it! Matt had been reborn too! But he had only returned at this exact moment! I looked at the rotten sores on his face, and my stomach churned. It took all my strength to push him away. I said, "I don't know what you're talking about!"

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”

We all looked at The God of memories. "Well first off don't blame me, none of this is my fault." Herald The God of memories stated "How isn't it man. Did you not see the monster you created?" Todd teased. Mazaya may have had emotional problems but she was never this bad. I didn't mind it but that was something that didn't make sense.

The ones that got away from the light, seeking revenge among their own kind, hurting the innocent, craving to rule over their bodies like cows for slaughter. I am the god of destruction, the bringer of death and despair. I will not just destroy buildings, the soil, the physical bodies, I will destroy their minds, twisting them in ways they could not deem possible. They will scream for me to rid myself of their mind, but I only laugh at their pathetic cries of absolution of fear.

Arthur found me weeping in the pantry yesterday, overwhelmed by the certain, inexplicable feeling that I had left the oven on in a house I’d never lived in. They are everywhere. A God of the Particular Way Dust Motes Dance in a Sunbeam. A God of the Lingering Taste of Metal. A God of That One Word You Can’t Remember. They are born from the fallout—the Warden’s clumsy creation, our son’s unleashed power, the dissipated melancholy of the Muse. They are too numerous to fight, too fragile to destroy. Stepping on the wrong patch of carpet might annihilate the God of Worn-Out Sock Elastic, and who knows what the metaphysical repercussions of that would be?

“Aria—where—are—” I reach for him blindly. My hand touches something—warm, trembling— Then it isn’t him. It isn’t a person at all. It’s a memory. A nightmare. A star. A scream. Everything is everything. Nothing is anything. “STOP!” I cry, though I don’t know if the sound actually leaves me. The void gives no answer. Then— A shape forms in the storm. Tall. Radiant. Blinding. The First God. But his body—his divine vessel—is cracked, glowing from the fractures like molten stone. One of his eyes flickers, glitching between light and emptiness.

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?”

“…Then what was the other meaning?” “The opposite of ‘Satan’— instead of opposing the God of Creation… You— will become the guiding light under the God of Creation’s fate. If it’s you, brat— I’m sure there’s one day you would unite the world under his guidance. Not even something like the Celestial gods and apostles could stop you from doing so.”

At that time, every second he was always haunted by regret and guilt. "He'll be fine!" he said, trying to reassure himself and Owen that Nathania would be safe just as she was. "Wha ... what?" "We have to go now, we can't find him!" "But ..." "Do you still not understand? If you stay here you will die!" "But I ..." "He'll be fine! I'm sure he'll be safe just like before." "But why? what if..." "Listen, Owen! I'm sure you already know who he is. He's not an ordinary human, he's a descendant of a Great God. He won't die that easily, he will somehow survive. So, believe me!"