I Am Creation Both Haunted And Holy Novels & Stories

“That’s not love. That’s obsession.” The Creator tilted their head. “Perhaps. But tell me, Ayla Cross—when you look at Kian, what do you feel?” Her breath caught. “Everything.” “Then you understand,” the being said gently. “Love and creation are the same sin.” Ayla turned away, staring at her reflection in the ink. The moons she’d created hung faintly above, pale and distant. “If I made this world, then I can unmake it.” “Perhaps,” the Creator murmured. “But unmaking has its own price.”

“Help me reinforce the back entrance!” The barrier glowed brighter as the first bodies slammed against it — the infected horde, dozens of them, clawing and howling. Their voices scraped against my nerves. But the wall held. For now. Echo whispered through the chaos. “Creation is power, Kiami Lynn. But remember — every defense hungers for energy. The more you protect, the faster you burn.” My limbs trembled. I could feel the Sanctuary pulling at me, demanding fuel. The vines were alive — but they were feeding on me.

the bastard said as he pulled my hair, “You see, all was a fucking plan that went wrong, just like letting you live. You an abomination shouldn’t be alive.” “Abomination?” I said, laughing, “Oh, so what are you then? So you are my creator.” “Yes, my brothers and I were, but what a mistake. You being born with all of our qualities makes you an abomination. There are only Five Holy beings, not six, and you came and ruin everything,” the bastard explained, “The moment you were born, everything was ruined. You should have died that dreadful day, but you didn’t. So, before you were born, I planted the seed of vengeance and hate on the hunters for your kingdom. It may seem unfair, but one of my br

Becoming one being. When the light fades, one person stands there. They have Luna's face. Chaos's strength. Hope's warmth. Perfect. Terrifying. Divine. "I am Trinity," they say. Voice echoing with three tones. "Creation. Destruction. Hope. United at last." They raise their hands. But instead of destroying reality, they heal it. The cracks seal. The dissolving stops. The world stabilizes. Then they start changing things. Subtly. Carefully. Rewriting reality from the inside.

Gabriel awoke with a start, gasping for breath. That was him, the man in the dream. Slowly he released his breath, and his hand touched the tattoo on his chest. He knew his name, he'd said it in the dream. Nick. He was tall and bright, happy, laughing his head off. He was also stark naked. Gabriel closed his eyes and conjured up the sight in his dream, this beautiful, golden man, muscles as he'd never imagined, and those muscles were going to be wrapped around him. He looked like a bloody rock star!

Furthermore, I implore you, if you struggle with any body dysmorphic or eating disorder and feel literature could be triggering or damaging, please read with caution. Secondly, Creature is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of my imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Certain long-standing institutions (like the Royal Opera House and Bolshoi Ballet) are mentioned, but the characters involved are completely imaginary. . ｡༶・° T E R M I N O L O G Y °・༶ ｡.

Eren’s tone didn’t change, only the raise of his eyebrow showed how menacing his words were, not because he didn’t like her accusing tone, she wasn’t like anyone of whom he demanded respect, she was his fair lady, and he didn’t want to scare her even more but she needed to remain calm if she didn’t want them to be exposed, his shadows were hiding them from the eyes and the ears but it never hurt to be cautious, especially with the fire lord around. Gulping, Sara looked down as she tried to find the right words, taking a deep breath, she started to recite when she learned in the religious books. “It had been said that the known world was once a part of an infinite universe created by a pure m

In the beginning, there are twelve entities that created our whole multiverse. The Entities of Space, Time, Reality, Mind, Soul, Power, Matter, Nature, Magic, Evil, Life, and Death. Together they folded a place called the Observatory where they could see all of the universes that they created. Each universe has two guardians, ours are named Selene, the Moon Goddess and Inti, the Sun God. Together they had many children which are today's Gods and Goddesses. But one stood out the most, his name was Kahn. He had unleashed evil onto this universe and his parents had no choice but to banish him to a realm of darkness. The oldest of the Gods named Jehovah, created angels to be his warriors, but on

"Why can't I stop? This is so dangerous… Goddess, you feel so good and Ubel is telling me to keep going. Tell me to stop, Sera, please, tell me not to cum inside you." "Sera, are you ok? What's that noise? Whose voice is that? Mum and Dad are going to be furious if you've let someone in the house when they specifically told us not to " Tabitha rattles my door handle and instantly Abaddon slips out of my body, grabbing for his jacket and fumbling around with a condom.

Clenching my fists until they trembled, I fixed Lyra's pale features with an apocalyptic stare that could shatter souls and reforge existence itself. "Endure this tribulation, Lyra. For if you and my heir perish on this eve...I shall unmake the entirety of creation itself until a reality remains that can birth my supreme destiny anew!" "My pups, won't die? I won't allow it!" I howl.