Gods Stories Novels & Stories

he tells us as he pulls away from the healing touch. “There was a time, many years ago, when yet again the Gods were at war. Funny is it not, that people perceive us to be the almighty and peaceful beings to worship and yet we find ourselves unable to live in harmony. The Gods would try to poison each other, to bring about illness and, in the worst cases, death. We would invite our foes to join us as friends, and yet we would poison their food or drink,” he speaks in a far-away voice, reliving his memories.

Her enthusiasm was rewarded by the gods, and the door she had longed for appeared before her eyes after going through an extremely arduous journey, hanging herlife countless times before death scythe. This mountain range is home to all the powerful gods worshiped by all mankind. The entire large area was covered with the mist of the god that Lizzie was serving. From the time when heaven and earth had not yet formed, a book called The Origins appeared. It used its magic to mold the two beings, Rherus and Rhodri. As soon as they opened their eyes, the book had absorbed almost all of its essence. In this way, they built land and life, creating the first humans. Then, gradually the Book of Origi

I sat next to Momma and Grandmother, both of them rested hands on my back. "It is said that there was a time when the gods like to roam the earth seeking pleasure, using the humans as mere pawns in their hunt for entertainment. They would pit the humans against each other in barbaric battles just for amusement.. Some warriors they would set out on impossible quests in hopes of a divine reward.

“My friends, our journey is long. Let’s save this for another day, would everyone agree?” After a pondering pause, all heads nodded in agreement. “Now, I have a story to tell.” He scooped a blue powder and tossed it into the bonfire. “Once upon a time….” The flame burst again, but this time, fiery images of animals, humans, and landscapes appeared. From the Greek heroes like Perseus and Jason, the adventures of Thor and Loki, and to the African spider god, Anansi, which was our first time hearing it, every story he told was brought to life by the flame.

“The ones your mother used to tell you and your brothers when you were younger?” “Which ones?” Alex pushed further, leaning against the bookshelf, unsure of where this conversation was headed. He had never seen this side of his father. “The ones of the old Gods and Goddesses,” Kevin chimed in, his eyes distant as he stared out of the window, looking at the sunset. “The Old Gods?” Alex repeated a confused look clouding his eyes. “Yes, like Odin, Loki, Eir, Freya...” Kevin answered, “do you remember the ones I’m talking about? Do you know the stories?”

I flick my wrist and the fire leaps from my palm. "How can you still do this?" I hear Ash ask. I tug a little at the freezing metal collar around my neck. "I'm not really sure," I murmur. "I wish I could do it," he mutters. "I'll teach you how when we get out of here," I tell him. I concentrate on the fire again, moving the matching flames in Ash's cell as well. "In the beginning there were seven gods, the most powerful of which were the twins Zahra and Kilano. Zahra was the goddess of life and Kilano the god of fire and ashes. Together they created the dragons."

Sara wondered if she had said anything wrong as the man was looking at her with both his eyebrows raised, and if expressions could talk, then his would scream of how stupid her words were, nevertheless, she knew he wanted her to continue while she wanted her answers, and so she did. “And they did, until the seeds of evil started to grow in the hearts of the greedy and ungrateful ones, corrupting their souls, they wanted what was not theirs, and tried to obtain the power of the Gods through forbidden magic, they sullied the once peaceful paradise they shared with humans, stained it with the blood of the innocents, they killed and enslaved their brothers, the humans that is, and then they want

He mumbled to himself. "Oh you know of it?" Markous asked intrigued. He didn't expect a human to know the tale, and any who previously had recognized it, usually spat at the mural and all it represented. Stories said the non humans were created by the gods while they were bored and experimenting with their powers. But the gods felt their creations were flawed... And needed to be disposed of. Velhade a god of war on the other hand found them fascinating and admired their strength while he found humans to be the more flawed creature. He abandoned the heavens bringing the creatures together to fight for survival as humans began a purge having been brought a vision by the gods. In the end that

"It is said that the gods thought him a joke before the war, giving him the title of jester amongst themselves. He did try for us. Sadly, the gods proved greater." Valerik shook his head solemnly. "That is a sad story. Its lessons are not one that would encourage the children who hear it." "We cannot change the truth because we don't like it, Priest!" she snapped. "Neither will we stop telling it." "It is no wonder the credence doesn't tell it so." Valerik rose. "There is no way they will tell a story that speaks of the existence of other gods. Or a man, made god. It would be blasphemous."

I can’t see the whole title, but it is about gods and deities. ”I didn’t know you were interested in those kind of books, I thought you only love history books because that’s what I always saw you were reading.” I said to her still looking at the book. Weird. I don’t like that kind of book, but I think I wanna read them because of my weird dreams. A figment scattered dreams of mine that felt like true. I saw green eyes of a man and woman whose blurry in my dream, then I heard about god of I don’t know.