God Of The Mind Novels & Stories

I asked carefully. Observer-of-Consequence gestured to us, and suddenly we were seeing... something. Not images exactly, but it is knowledge transferred directly into our consciousness. Like an understanding is downloaded into our minds, which are not built to process this scale of information. I saw the God Wars for the first time ever since I hosted the entity. The divine beings wielding weapons that could unmake stars, reshape worlds, and rewrite the fundamental laws of physics. The Entity we hosted had been forged in these fires, one of hundreds of divine weapons created to serve in conflicts that made mortal wars look like children's games.

Without drawing any attention to themselves, Enboe-21 closed its eyes and sent a telepathic message to the bird of Jove, through telepathic waves. The bird flew up from where it was stationed outside, into the building, but high in the sky by which one could actually confuse its silhouette to that of a real eagle. It rolled twice in the sky, as sign to both Andy and Nelson, in regard to its presence. By this time, the final set of people still carrying the tasks of Combat Lord finally arrived, downcasted. After they had settled down, Dr. Archer waves an arm for silence, and began speaking. “It brings me delight to see youngsters like you walking through the golden path. The Greatest Scientis

It’s like that young master Li was turned into a puppet that could only attack his young master's enemies. “Hey, Ms. Gold.” Fatty Bao uttered. “Yes?” Gold turns toward Fatty Bao. “Is your gods… I mean the outer gods have the power to control the mind of the victim? Even if they went insane?” Asked Fatty Bao. Gold looked directly at Fatty Bao's eyes as if trying to discern something or trying to decide whether to answer or not. “Yes… but that said god needs to be higher up in the hierarchy. Otherwise, the victim would only go insane without distinguishing any friend or foe.”

No more running. "Thank you." Cara said and turned back to herself. Only to realize that she really was standing there all alone. She was literally now talking to herself. She immediately looked back at the message board and to the mirror. There once again was her face reflecting back at her. Smiling at her reflection she turned and walked back down the sidewalk, back the way she had come. Thinking about the conversation she had just had with her own reflection she couldn't help but laugh at herself. The mind is a funny thing after all. As she walked on she couldn't help but glance down at her imaginary right leg. She wondered if this is what it would always be like? Would she always have it

by Ethan Choi His name is Thorran Savage although he preferred to be called by one syllable nickname “Thor”. Yes, just like the God of Thunder, he’s our god. We call him our god because we had no other choice. Thor is the strongest of the strongest hence there is no comparable word other than god.

"A sham? The Goddess has spoken!" "The Goddess's answer?" I sneered and signaled to my aide. The large screen flickered to life, showing a high-definition audio file. "Why don't we listen to this first?" I hit play. Lucius's voice filled the hall, so clear that everyone could hear every word. "I've already contacted a warlock from the black market. They have ways to interfere with the ritual's outcome..." "Once the ritual is a success, I'll take care of Clara and that bastard pup. They will never be seen again..."

"But consciousness... the ego... it cannot survive that scale. To be a planet is to be vast. Slow. Cold." He looked at Viggo. "Her heart is beating," Wolfy said, tears finally spilling over, running hot down his freezing cheeks. "But her mind? It is spread across three thousand miles of stone and iron. She is trapped in the sky, Viggo. She is a god now. And gods don't remember men." Viggo stood up. He looked at the moon. His jaw muscles bunched, a hard knot of tension. The veins in his neck distended.

"A smuggling tab of seventy thousand gold coins. Every single transaction, clear as day." Thud. Gene's legs gave out, and she collapsed to the ground. She stared at me in terror, cold sweat soaking her dress. She knew the punishment for dealing in forbidden voodoo. They would burn her at the stake. In her mind, I heard the screaming of her completely shattered defenses. [How does she have the black market ledgers?! I burned those records with Hellfire!]

the goddess shakes her head disagreeing. "There's no need for that my child. You are strong enough to control it. Just don't let your feelings win over your mind." he nodded at the goddess and thanked her. Not that long, the goddess left, he decided to stay a little more. He sighed and think of his mate. He sends a message to him. 'I'm okay and will come back later. I promise'

she asked, getting straight to the point. Dr. Thornwood’s eyes lit with professional enthusiasm, a rare expression on her usually impassive face. “The Tea of the Gods, as the Elders call it, creates a connection between the drinker’s mind and whoever administers the drug,” she explained, moving to a large desk covered with notes and diagrams. “It opens a door, if you will, allowing suggestions to bypass the drinker’s natural defences.” I felt Amelia stiffen beside me, the description hitting too close to her own experience with Sera’s influence. I moved subtly closer, letting our shoulders brush in silent support.