God Whispered Your Name Novels & Stories

I said, “I have a task for each of you in this mission of redemption.” “Mastermind, you have a son?” asked Black Jesus, “What`s his name?” I thought about it. “I don’t know, they named him Junior but they say it was temporary.” “What do you mean?” “They were waiting for me to get out of comma so we could name our child together.” “Fair enough.” He said, “So which name are you thinking?” “Junior still sounds nice.” Said the Cruel man. “You reckon?” “How does Mastermind Junior sounds like?” asked Black Jesus

I asked her in a small voice and the fox flinched, but she shook her head as she nodded her head to the god and he nodded back as if there was a silent conversation between the two. “Is his name forbidden or something? Is this something like harry potter and who must not be named situation? I’m confused.” Jeremy murmured as he watched us all and Silas jabbed him in his side, making him wince, but then the older alpha nodded at Zeus, who was watching us. “If you did this, I will give you your mates back and I will start with that mortal in here.” The god said, making my eyes widen in shock and I walked to where he was and kneeled in front of him, my shaking hands on his knees gripping them ti

And when your mission becomes hazy and life seems pointless” Ericka prays in her dreams, "You are the king of my heart, Almighty God, and I thank you." You pardon all of my transgressions; in the splendor of Your presence, I recall the cross on which you perished to atone for my transgressions. “ Ericka grinned and went back to sleep. The sounds are constantly prompting. Her phone rings abruptly, echoing .When she wakes up, she grabs her phone and uses light signals..."Hi, my name is Ericka, who is on the line. Please. “

“It’s… Power of Almighty?” Alan was still a little educated. When he saw the star, he knew Tigris’ identity. He gulped, and he felt frightened. Although the Academy of Social Sciences was totally unrelated to Power of Almighty, Alan still knew about Power of Almighty’s dignified reputation, especially when he heard that a new God of War had recently been elected. He was so dignified that nobody could afford to offend him. Naturally, a small character like Alan was not qualified to meet the God of War. But, he had been hearing about the God of War, so he also knew Power of Almighty.

A name that has been inscribed in the sands of time and will never be forgotten. A name that makes even the greatest of enemies tremble. A name that fights numerous battles before the bearer appears. Indeed, the name works just like the name of a God. It is possible to assert that the bearer is indeed God. G. O. D. The greatest among all. The same in the past, the same in the present, will be the same in the future. Never changes. God never does. His power is extraordinary. He is extraordinary. Who would dare offend him?

" Y.....Yes" " What is your name" " Poppy" " Good , from now on you are my new mistress , only me will have access to you , do you get it" " Yes my god" His head turned sharply and he stared deeply into this girl's face. Did she just say her god? Him, her god. Well her answer was spot on and her life will be full of gold and diamond just for saying that word.

Thunder crashed overhead. The rain began to fall, and grief and regret filled me. I hadn't been strong enough. I fought to keep my eyes open, but they were so heavy. Then, a distant howl pierced the night. My eyes flew open and I lifted my head weakly wondering if what they said about the Goddess was true that she sent blessings when you needed them most. She had sent me Theodore.

he says, forgoing any kind of greeting. “Good afternoon, Mason. You know I can’t set that up easily,” Toby, one of Deacon's fathers responds from behind the desk. It's odd to see him there rather than Deacon. “Someone calling himself Cornelius Grey has just shifted on live television in the human realm and announced himself as their new God, and us as the enemy. I’m sure that warrants a visit,” Mason retorts and Toby’s eyes go wide.

He was ash and soil. My chest tightened. I gripped the arm of the chair, knuckles white. I could feel my pulse thumping in my throat, angry, confused, lost. “Sir…” the Reverend whispered, “God is not your enemy.” I blinked, slow and heavy. Maybe not, I thought. But He feels like the reason everything I touch dies. The Reverend asked me my name. “What's your name, sir?” “Lorenzo.” I had answered, wondering why he asked. He prayed, softly at first, then firmer, words lifting, swirling, pleading. He cried out for mercy. He called out my name before heaven. He begged for chains to break.

he began “Amen” Brianna and Andaline chorused. “Our help is in the name of the Lord” “Who made heaven and earth” “O Lord, hear our prayers” “And let our cries go up to you” “Our father….” ★★★★★★★★