Gods Of Guilt Novels & Stories

''What offence of mine have the gods taken to heart? ''Oh, great king,'' Pythia called, as if to scold Gaius of not keeping memories, ''Have you no memories of your deeds? You have ravaged the treasure of the gods. And this blessing--the child--is the wrath of the gods upon you.'' Gaius fell into a long silence and reflected upon the priestess's words. He combed through memories and searched deep within himself, but he couldn't find fault or where he had stolen the god's treasure. He had always been in spiritual consonance with the gods and he ensured that all his spoils of wars were religiously credited to the gods. No, he couldn't find anywhere he had erred against the gods. He couldn't re

“What I’m trying to ask is whether you told them that you turned a Titan, one who once sat on the Great Circle of Gods, into a half-mortal? Then neglected to mention it to anyone as you mutated humans and had them fight your battle? Sounds to me as though you tried to cover up your mistake. Almost as if you were hiding it from them so they wouldn’t get involved. A situation a God of Nature would probably be required to abstain from.” “Their judgement is of no consequence to me,” she said, brushing off my claim. Only her eyes narrowed ever so slightly, giving her away. “Right, sure,” I continued. “But Thea was originally only left in peace on the condition that she wouldn't interfere with the

There was a clan called the Ogbas, they watch over the land for ages if he must gain his entrance, he must defeat them, and even with his lords of gods behind him, these once would be without fear, they shall use every drop of their strength to stop the Laalu from taking over the land of gods and goddesses, he already knew these gods and had been preparing specially for such day when he shall meet them in combat, these gods were the last of all gods to be pushed down by Eledumare's armies as they stood the strongest of all that stood against their creator, after their regret they held onto the gates of the land, and had knew and had been preparing for that day, when the deceiver of all shall

It felt like another emergency arriving before the last one had been wiped off the stones. Each name became a light. The lights filled the court. The gods on the rooftops lowered their heads one by one. Ava presented recordings: the bell-crowned god admitting knowledge, river spirits confessing rationed mercy, district gods sealing their names while people died. Below-Prayer trembled with every word.

Then turn stable what you know, what you knew. Amen. See, there is capability. Shrink. The surface of the earth has begun with misfit. There is ambiguity about sin and no sin. You do not benefit in a stone home that cannot be rebuilt. Once constructed, it remains. There are stains of emotions grabbed within an insane place. You begin safe. You prosper high. You do not carry guilt. The guilt is what religion on humans first applied, first applies. You instead carry self with a fresh mind. Each sun rises, and each sun sets. If you won’t sleep sound, you will be at deep unrest. Why establish guilt so strongly in your men, in your women? It’s fake, your religion, for God it has never met. True G

A God doesn’t owe anyone explanations or apologies and yet here he is trying to console me and apologise to me, feeling guilt and remorse for the life I’ve led when in truth I can’t put all the blame on him. “Gods are kind of dumb,” I point out. He looks at me wide-eyed, “Excuse me?” “You feel remorse, yes?” “Of course I do,” he frowns. “Then you’re not a monster,” I shrug. “I’ve seen plenty of monsters. True monsters feel no guilt or remorse for their actions. If anything they take pride in it. You didn’t try to hurt me or hurt anyone. You didn’t do the things you did to be malicious; you were trying to do good.”

""Bastion." I raked my hungry eyes down his chiseled features. His tan skin and masculine body had my wolf panting-- Before I even finished observing, he let out a deep growl from his throat, grabbing onto my face and crashing his lips onto mine. I instinctively jumped into his strong arms, wrapping my legs around his muscular torso as he carried me with ease to the back wall. His eyes were deep black, and I could feel that mine were too by the way my wolf growled back at him in response. He didn't bother stopping and instead pushed me against the wallpaper with delightful force. It was as if his wolf was fighting me into submission, his hands tangling in my hair and gripping my @$$ simultan

I wished I had loved him openly from the very beginning instead of constantly fighting the feelings in my heart. Every excuse... every fear... every painful memory... I had allowed them all to stand between us. The truth was... I had never truly fought for us. "I will allow you to see him," the Moon Goddess said. "But be warned. He lives through his guilt in a constant loop. He may not believe that you are truly there." She hesitated. "You will not like what you see." Was I strong enough to watch Adam slowly lose himself? To see the man I loved trapped inside his own guilt?

The fire has burned low in the room and the city is dark outside the window and somewhere in the merchant quarter a man with a scar is making his way through the streets toward wherever Caelan receives reports at the eleventh hour of the night. And in Riven's rooms the Goddess of Fate and the God of Sovereignty are sitting across from each other working out how to take apart something built to harm her by turning it into something that calls them both. "Show me," I say. He holds out his hand. Not for me to take. Just open. Palm up. An offering, not a demand. The God of Sovereignty showing the Goddess of Fate what his domain feels like from the inside. I put my hand over his without touching

But when the crying was over, all that remained was a hollow, unfamiliar calm. I'd never owed anyone anything. My entire life's guilt had been manufactured from the start—a crime that never existed. How pathetic, Eli. How utterly pathetic. I watched my father stumble through the door, trembling from head to toe, barely believing his own eyes. He reached out, then pulled back—like he was afraid the figure before him might vanish at the touch. "Matthew... Matthew? Am I dreaming?" "Father!" Matthew threw himself into the old man's arms. They clung to each other, sobbing—a scene so touching it could move anyone to tears.