I Am Creation Both Haunted And Holy Novels & Stories

“With the mana and dust of your holders and this very world’s zodiacs of HIS creation. I’ll create my six worlds, with your lives reflected unto the equivalent you, each world will bare one particular sin. To this original that holds the ‘LUST’, I’ll start my experiment. Give me the key and let me free the seven of them. Now, let us start the loops.” A snap suddenly echoes, followed by a powerful blow of a wind that is only taken from a second after. Protected by an invisible barrier, but not a spell she usually knew in her world but cast by HIM. She looks at HIM with the eyes that realize something in return, in the different world, in HIS world, HE is the supreme God and the original no on

I just know I can’t stop. The power lashes out—a tidal wave of blinding gold and devouring black—slamming into both of them at once. Lucious hits the far wall in a shatter of light. Kael crashes into a pillar that cracks like brittle bone. The sanctum screams, its wards burning out, sigils flaring and dying in the same breath. And me? I’m on my knees, gasping, my body trembling with the echo of something I shouldn’t have touched—something that feels like creation and ruin in one.

“And we need to talk about what you’re doing to Mother’s world.” The entity pulls back further, clearly confused. And I realize I’ve just given birth to something that might be more powerful, more dangerous, more unknowable than anything we’ve faced yet. Something that calls cosmic entities father. Something that’s already negotiating with the Rage while still covered in birth fluids. Something that’s mine but also absolutely, terrifyingly not. “What are you?” I whisper. Confluence looks at me with eyes that hold multitudes. “I’m balance, Mama. I’m what happens when cosmic horror and humanity create something new. And I’m here to fix this mess you’ve all made.”

He rubbed his forehead slowly. “That was always the problem,” he muttered. “What do you mean?” Theodore asked. “The Creator isn’t a normal enemy,” He explained. “It doesn’t exist in only one place. It spreads itself across shadows, across fear, across chaos.” My chest tightened. “So even after everything we did…” He nodded grimly. “It can still return.” Theodore growled under his breath. “Then we’ll destroy it completely next time.” I shook my head. “No.” Both men looked at me.

."But how?" Paul Wason implored, advancing unwillingly. "How do you contain within yourself the power of creation and the power of unmaking? How can you contain within yourself the power to create and the power to destroy in one confinement? The nature of the cosmos forbids it! They are opposites! One cannot exist without the annihilation of the other!""They are not in opposition," Sama Arthur clarified, a slow, wise smile creeping over her lips. "They are two halves of the same principle. The beginning cannot exist without the end. The end cannot exist without the beginning. They are a cycle. And I. I am the cycle. I am where the two come together. I am the eye of the storm."She felt the pa

"I am pleased by your bravery Alexander. Both you and your wife Amara are reborn souls with a distinct motto of ending evil on earth. In your previous birth you were the gentle and kind Princess Vianna, the wife of Otaku and the older sister of Princess Veronica. You underwent metempsychosis to take the rebirth and to become the caring husband of Amara who is the reincarnation of Princess Veronica." You suffered a miserable torture in the hands of your husband and finally met death because of his actions. After you reached the gates of heaven you had only a single wish to ask God - end your evil husband. The Almighty was pleased by your strong penance of three hundred years to kill the demo

Her eyes never fluttered away from the dark forest. She wanted to know more, she wanted to explore, see, and touch the black soil which held secrets. But she could not. They say the devil himself resides within the dense never-ending woods of that forest. Men and Women were sacrificed for their evil deeds to the god of death over the board. Stripped of their humanity and taken to hell by the evil. She felt her body shiver, the sacrifice of a villager she once saw while young. She could not imagine the pain of the people.

The time they used to get ready was the time she used to discover herself. She needed an army and she had just herself. Her blast…..multiple blasts so powerful took time to absorb. They had strategists in all quadrants so she needed something. Boredom, because she was by herself now was her only company. And she found out she could create. Not like Supernaturals. But creatures made from energy. Some of the disgusting things she had seen. They barely had a face and couldn’t speak and no brain power but that would suffice.

"You just said that the debuff is dark magic..." "... Dear, I know, what I mean is that there is creation magic and it is derived from it. Heals and debuffs are derived from light and dark magic, they aren't that dangerous, but pure creation magic can and will affect you. You used pure dark magic twice and the second time you would have turned a boy into a corpse if that guy hadn't hit him." "Sounds like me but doesn't sound familiar... So what do you want? I don't even remember what you're saying and I've never seen darkness... This kind of darkness in us."

Balance. “I am Life,” I say and my voice rings like a bell struck at the dawn of creation, echoing across realms, across time. “I take back what was given at the beginning.” “I am Death,” Lola answers, voice low and reverent, like the silence before a final breath. “I release what must return to the ending.” We speak together, a perfect harmony of light and shadow. “We are twins… creation and ruin.” Two lights ignite, one white, one black, spiraling upward like twin comets.