God's General Book Novels & Stories

The people they once were lost in the wake of battle, the sky coated in the blood and ashes of the fallen. Elika glanced down at the ancient book in her hands; it was the only recorded history of the days before the war. The real truth of how this life came to pass, a past that Elika longed for with all her heart. Maybe it was foolish of her to dream of such a life, of peace, but it was all she had ever wished for. A time when she could live with the knowledge that her people are safe and happy, when she no longer had to look over her shoulder in fear that when she turned 16 her father would call her to fight in the senseless war. Killing and destroying the citizens of hell along with her br

“What do you mean?” “Some of his books ended up in the library at school—anything dealing with the gods.” Eliza swept the sidewalk around them with her eyes to make sure no one was paying them any attention. “Oh, okay. Right. He was a demigod?” She nodded. “Some of the founding fathers were.” “It’s so . . . weird. I mean they all did things that were incredible, like no regular person could do. And now it all makes sense.” “Mm-hmm,” she confirmed. “Much of this country’s founding was really a dedication to the gods—the architecture, the sculptures, the paintings, symbolism, all of it. Athena herself invested time in the founding of this country.”

She had no idea what she might find in Outside texts, so she started by trying to find connections or references to her own ancestral culture. The first she noticed was this book's consistent reference to a deity it called, “God.” It seemed like too generic a name for her to take seriously at first, but the more she explored, the more she became certain that it was the same entity that was spoken of in the pages of Aunt Mara's book. Clearly there was a connection between them. This book was enormous, she thought. There had to be answers in here somewhere.

The young man knew that ever since she did not show up at their meeting place back then, she was all over his head. Henry once used God to keep his word shut. Back then, his life was in chaos, and Khana was the sole hope his young self had. But she never showed up on that day and place. In the depths of despair, Henry had lost his one true love, the woman who held the key to his heart. Consumed by grief and desperate to find solace, he sought refuge in the embrace of the divine, becoming a priest to find purpose and heal the wounds left by his shattered romance.

Beep, beep! Damon heaves a sigh of relief as the screen slowly loads up. Meaning, the other primordial god is on the line. Yeojoon immediately glides his chair closer beside Damon, who was on a stool, and waited to see who the god was so he can get actual answers. If his hunch is right, this is the god's doings since it is in his power to control dreams and manipulate reality after all.

"Wow, that was a lot to take in." Christian said nothing, instead he closed the book. "What is that book, anyway?" Christian ran his hand over the cover, "our history. Well, not just ours but the gods and titans and faeries." "You mean fairies?" Christian chuckled, "you will know the difference soon enough." "There's a difference?" He nodded, "but that is nothing to worry your head about. The Fates gift this book to all Alpha’s, Horde leaders or whoever governs over a Supernatural being, once you open it and find what you seek. It sucks you in, taking you back in time."

The valley was actively healing its own scars. We rode to the archive. Isra was waiting for us. The Grand Architect had the Master Methodology open on the ironwood table. Elias walked up to the book. He looked at the black-ink pages of the War Doctrine. The Eradication Protocol. The Shield Wall. The Iron Voice. It was a terrifying chapter in our history, written in the blood of eight hundred human sailors and the lost innocence of our own children. Elias reached out and turned the heavy parchment page, closing the section.

I let out a slow breath and turned to face her. Her expression was blank, but I knew she was watching for something. A flicker of what was underneath. A crack in the surface. I didn’t give it to her. Instead, I smiled, soft and vacant, and let my fingers curl into the hem of my sleeve. “…Okay.” The child returned. And the game began. CONTENT WARNING This book contains dark and disturbing themes that may be triggering to some readers. Please proceed with caution. • Psychological manipulation (gaslighting, mind games, blurred reality)

I gave him a weak smile, relief washing over me at the sight of him unharmed. “You did well,” the goddess murmured as she finished her healing. “Rest for a moment.” But I shook my head, urgency tightening my throat. “The book,” I said hoarsely. “The one Kia’s father mentioned. Something about a guide on how to train Kia's dormant powers. Do you know about it?” The goddess studied me for a moment before snapping her fingers. In an instant, a large, leathered book appeared in her grasp and she held it out to me.

THE heavens never spoke in whispers. They roared. Kael knelt at the edge of the celestial dais, his skin stripped of its golden glow, blackened now with the mark of divine betrayal. The air around him shimmered with judgment, each breath thick with the rancid stench of mortality. Above him, the gods loomed, their faces carved from the cold light of eternity. Their eyes held neither pity nor forgiveness—only a cruelty as infinite as the stars. “You, the god of storms, who once commanded the skies,” boomed the All-Father, his voice rattling the cosmos, “have desecrated the sacred laws. You dared to love what is beneath us. A mortal. A fleeting ember among our eternal flame.”