Novel & Cerita Gods Amongst Men

Those destructions were caused by the battle of seven sacred humans who want to be the strongest human in the whole world. The seven sacred men were the seven greatest warriors of their time, swordsmen who have been able to surpass the limits of human strength. Their strength was even higher compared to a thousand great warriors of their time. They are no longer called warriors by the time, some people assume that they should be the Gods, but finally the people named them as the Earth Demons.

“What has happened here?” “Greed,” she replied looking over her shoulder. “The greed of mortal men. There is no One God!” She yelled out suddenly and the humans around her flinched and muttered, many of their faces becoming angry whilst others looked away in shame and pain. “There is no One God! Just men. Greedy men, using the excuse of a made up god to commit atrocities, to steal, to rape, to take. Just men. No god would sanction this! This is the work of man!” “Witch!” Someone spat the words with venom.

” “What do you mean by the prime four?!” “Ebedi, Zaman, Kalan, and Historia, these are the prime four, the original Gods, the ones who initially took control over the creation energy, but the energy was way too much for the four of them alone, and that is how we came to exist, us, the second generation Gods!” “You mean even the Gods have a hierarchy?!” “Yes!” Ayartma scoffed out the word, bothered with that fact, however, she was happy that the man was smart enough to keep up with her story, for she saw a very promising alliance lurking between the two of them, waiting to be grabbed and sealed.

The weight of the universe seemed to rest on my shoulders and all I could think about was how to fix a problem that I should never have to face. Suddenly, the world in front of me was replaced. By what, I don’t know. I was watching two people fighting, a man and a woman. They were standing in the middle of a room with cream white marble floors and pillars that stood to hold a three to four story ceiling. This place was massive and extremely elegant. A place fit for the… Gods. Wait a minute! Is this what I am seeing? An argument between two Gods? “Not only is it enough to limit his power by binding him, now they want to deny him a fated mate!”

“my people were strong because of this. And we drew the attention of the gods. They offered us a contract. We would perform some tasks for them at certain points and they would pay for our services. When there were planets that stepped out of line or people who had forgotten their place, we were the ones who came in to put them back into place.” Mane looked at Komfo Anokye with a questioning gaze. The gods were a bunch of people capable of living forever and ironically, feared death more than anyone else. It wasn’t surprising that they contacted a people who could take care of their dirty work. What surprised Mane was that the Weapon Masters agreed to work for the gods. Komfo Anokye came acr

"Us? We hate women! We hate women of our kind! We only love men! Since you are the first man on this realm we would mind keeping you!" "Man?" "The only man?" He asked. "Yeah..." "What about Mamo's?" He asked. "They're women too but ugly." "What about Neros?" He asked. "Them? They're women also! All of us here are women! Nobody in this realm is men! We only made ourselves look like men! Not a pure one!" "This..." Then all men in this world are fake? "As I see... You had a good feature. Men in this world are copied from gods! All the Gods here are men and women! So we animals have no either men. But you are a different one. You are a pure one. Pure man!"

“Ah…” “He’s just human, like yourself. Why wouldn’t you go out like someone who can call himself a God?” Like Kurai. Right. “Wow. You are right. He is not human.” Anubis frown by what I said then suddenly beamed a smile. “He’s like a God, too?” Did he mean someone who is filthy rich, right? “Yes.” And I tried to go along with him.

Or rather, in a mere 23 years… World War 4 pushed the world to the verge of destruction. That’s when on the 23rd year, July 1st. One of the legendary twelve apostles of the God of Creation suddenly appeared, and ‘it’ decided to put an end to everything. ‘It’ destroyed several of the strongest and leading causes countries of World War 4 in just three days by itself, alone. Even with full preparation to meet against his attacks, not a single one of them is able to take down the apostle— even if it’s the powerful celestial gods who are just one rank below them.

"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 found a tattered web-strap chaise lounge, positioned it in the shade, and fell onto it. The comic book was called “They Come Out at Night,” and its cover featured some kind of one-eyed bat-like creature swooping down on a scantily-clad woman. I dove in, reading the story about the monster called Popobawa that had been captured in Africa and shipped to the United States. The ship was wrecked in a storm off the coast of North Carolina, smashing the crate that held the beast. It flew to shore and terrorized a small town. I read the whole thing, cover to cover, only to have the story end on a cliffhanger. There must be more of these in the attic. The thought of going up there to find the next