God's Gift For Us Novels & Stories

If Gifts came from the skyworld, then which high god overseer this procedure? Questions always flooded his mind. However, this unhealthy habit of questioning everything only became really worse when he found out that a dead divinity’s powers could fuel the slayer’s abilities. If one were to think about it, the starting restrictions on his Gift was the same with Hana’s and the old man’s despite not being useful. Although he was not vocal about it, in reality, he sometimes muttered in his heart that it was unfair. His Gift was a bit useless, since he would have to wrack his brain just to find a situation or timing where it could be useful. Yet look at Hana and the old man, they did not have to

I will help him. I covered my mouth. Cadmus stayed calm. I didn’t say your father is a coward, I said to think about fairness and not losing your gift because someone wants to use you. The Goddess’s gift is not just a blessing, Abrax. It’s a rare bond with the sacred bear, giving you its strength and power to protect, not to use for gaining advantage in war. When a gift like that is misused or tainted by someone else’s ambition, it can be taken away, or worse, turned against.

Ty was abruptly stopped as the door swung open. Everyone’s eyes faced the doorway as Azura’s silhouette stood outlined by the moonlight. “No, my Alpha,” her voice trailed into the room so serenely. “It is I that stands before the room. I, your future Luna, will not stay quiet and kept any longer,” Azura says as she takes a few steps closer to her mate, placing a hand on his shoulder and gazes over the room, stopping briefly on the man who had dared to mention her name. “I know you are worried and you have reason to be. First the pack is threaten by an evil man, now we are subject to someone’s spiteful vengeance, but do not forget, that it is the Moon Goddess who has bestowed upon me her

he asked. "Just thinking," I said shortly and precisely. He furrowed. "Thinking? thinking about what?" he asked. "Thinking about what it would feel like having this table filled with children," I said, testing the waters. He smiled.an almost genuine smile. "Honey, I told you." He set his napkin down. "Children are gifts. If the Goddess of fertility wanted us to have children, we would have them. No one can stop it. But until we are blessed with those little things, your only job is to sit back and relax while I do what I can for us."

ALEC. June 19th. Another day in the palace, where I sit writing in my journal again. Now I understand why the rumors could have risen about me going back to the Lord of the heavens. But, neither do they all understand that with my gifts comes a curse, and to the fact that, Gods too are also flawed... Many would gasp when I make such a statement, 'in such sense that, everyone wants such a gift as mine,' whereas, they wouldn't have to lift a finger to do anything, or to earn the people's heart, because it comes naturally.

Samnom asked. “You cannot refuse the gift. You have been chosen and the gift has been chosen. Our meeting has been chosen. Before you receive your gift the gods show you why you need it. If you reject it, do not use it, you will be killed by what it would have protected you from. The universe will lose continuity in some small way and the gift you have shall disappear forever. The gift I shall give you, could make the difference at some point in the future though between the ultimate battle between good and evil. You will be guided and given warnings if you do not use your gift, before the gods decide that giving you a gift was wrong and kill you.” “So if I do not us my gift, no-one will eve

"Ezra..." In the dream, I pushed in, thrusting deep and filled him. Bred him. Pumped my seed inside until it dripped out. Marked him. Owned him. His body shook under me. Hands clawing the sheets. But he pushed back—fuck, he pushed back wanting more. I wanted to break him. In the dream. In real life. Bend him until he knelt. Breed him until he worshipped and called me god. I stroked harder, my fist tight and balls drawing up. I imagined pinning him down, spreading his legs wide and fucking him raw. Until he bled. Until he cried. Until he begged for my cum. "Breed me," he'd say. "Make me yours."

I stopped as I looked at him. "It depends on what you're asking. I do believe in the supernatural, in things that surpass our understanding. We all have something extraordinary within us, a unique ability that we can harness like a power. Take a ballerina, for instance. Have you ever seen the incredible flexibility they possess? An ordinary person couldn't achieve unless they are capable of pushing themselves to the limit. Our most valuable gifts are our hearts and minds. When we learn to intertwine our emotions and thoughts, only then can we create a beautiful tapestry of dreams that will fulfill our dreams and touch the sky.

His gift is the spark that will ignite your body and open the doors to your full potential. Reed hangs his head. "Do not be sad. I love you so much, Reed.” “I also love you very much, my best friend and companion. I don’t know how I’m going to live without having you with me.” The goddess listens to everything and is moved. She has an epiphany. Reed, I'm going to give you a gift that no werewolf has ever received before—a gift for you and your wolf. Reed looks at the Goddess with a sad look.

My mother said. “Yes, Your Majesty. I am Elijah, and I come with a message.” He walked over to my mother and Bryden who was standing next to my mother. He laid his hands on each of their heads before continuing. “The Lord God has blessed you both with a gift to work together as one.” He then walked over to Galen and me and placed his hands on our heads. “You two were blessed with the gift of the light of God.” He stepped back a little and said, “God will be with you four as you do His battle for peace. Trust in Him, and he will guide you four to work together as a strong weapon against your enemies.”