Gods Amongst Men Novels & Stories

Something was going on. … "It was a bold move, brother!" Adras said. "Invading a country, supposedly protected by the gods." "Not to mentioning almost draining the princess dry," Yura continued. I had heard this stories so many times before. 'I have lived for over 2 thousand years, nothing, not even some pretend gods could hurt me.' "I grew sick of hearing the nonsense and prophesies about a blessed princess in a protected country, " I answered them angry. "We are the gods, we take everything we want, it is rightfully ours to take."

“You are the bride of a god.” Her breath caught. “Bride… of a god?” Her fingers tightened around the ring. “What bride?What God” She has never met any God let alone to consent to any marriage. Wait he couldn’t possibly mean his bride right? She gasped as it dawned on her she was referring to himself. So he is a God? Ivana stood there confused as several thoughts flooded her mind. “Yes, mortal.” His eyes bore into her. “And being bound to you…” His jaw clenched. “Only deepens my hatred for humans.”

] [This is a chance to go beyond your limits. [Prove yourself.] [The gods are watching.] [Do you wish to proceed?] [Yes/No] After all they have experienced the past years, the humans felt like they were being rewarded. The majority did not hesitate to select ‘yes’. The young and the bold, those who have dreamed of this from the stories they have read. The ill, the suffering, and the old, those that want a second shot at life. Even the corrupt, those that crave power, saw this as an opportunity.

Amari asked scrunching her face and reaching over to check her phone. "It says if any man be in Christ , he's a new creature, old things have passed away behold all things are become new." Aunt Marie said nodding her head and smiling. "You said in your prayer last night when I came back that God should let me find happiness in him and peace." "Yes." "I'm heavy on the word peace." Amari sniffles "and I opened to a page in the Bible, Genesis, God is Almighty and powerful and then I prayed after and I felt that peace."

Seriously acknowledge The God of Space & Time. "But what happens if the man we call can't thwart the destruction of the universe? Wouldn't this just make everything useless?" The other light had the body of a young man. "Don't talk so much, if you have other plans, say it!" Shouting out of the fiery red light left the young man and the others speechless. "You're fiery as always. Well to be called The God of Fire, " said one in a light that resembled a bubble of water. "Piss off, Water God! Don't make me vaporize you with my flame!" Reply the man in the fiery red light.

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.”

"Planned or not, it's something we have to appreciate, Felix! your stupidity and cowardice will only make Fotia always considered a demon slave worthy of being removed from the face of the earth. Aiden has reached full power and he has also seen how powerful the power of a god. I think, he can find an opening to defeat him. That way, we can get rid of Lithonia and Edafos thanks to the demonic power within, Aiden!" "Aren't we close to our goal? Lithonia and Edafos canceled a nonsense peace treaty and it seems like it's just waiting for the time when war will break out between the two kingdoms. We have to take advantage of the circumstances to destroy them from within!" "Okay, I understand. Bu

Men with iron swords and shields clanging against each other and lightning bolts striking numerous fighters, the sight gave me goosebumps as I realized I was looking at a painting of Zeus and his brothers. “The war of the Gods,” Damien said over my shoulder as he noticed my admiration of the art. The war of the gods was a ten-year war between Hades and his brothers to overthrow their father9, I tried to find which character depicted was meant to be Lucifer since I had already found Zeus.

•••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• Before Time Learned to Count •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• In the age before men gave names to the dark, there were nine gods of war. They did not love. They did not hunger. They simply were — vast and cold and endless as the space between stars, moving through centuries like blades through silk, leaving only ruin in their wake. Kael was the seventh.

Their jagged limbs glistened with what looked like blackened steel, and their roars shook the earth. "These are the Jagganighs," a voice narrated, distant yet clear. "Ruthless celestial entities who sought to destroy the earth. Even the Great Gods could not face them alone." The scene shifted, and I saw humans—ordinary men and women—standing before the gods. Fear and uncertainty marked their faces as the gods spoke to them. "They asked for a catalyst," the voice continued, "a human pure of heart and mind, who could channel their energy to the mortal realm. But no one came forth with joy."