I Am God Novels & Stories

I mumbled with a short laugh to make him less suspicious of me. "T-t-that's impossible," he stuttered, as if he were trying to hide something from me. "I know, right? There's no way that another world or another set of realms actually exists. I don't even believe in gods and goddesses, even if I've already met one before." Ice’s aura flared up as he heard the last part of my statement. "You’ve already communicated with a god or a goddess before?"

His words trigger a wave of anger over me, clouding my thoughts only partially. How dare he and everyone else; fools that have no way of comprehending the true meaning behind my mission of world peace and liberation. My virtuous cause to save this dying world. The sight of him disgusts me heavily, and he’s dying way too slowly for my liking. I raise my foot up and stomp right on his head with enough force till the bones beneath my foot crushes under the pressure and the blood splatters everywhere. “A monster?” Though dead, his words still infuriate me. “I am an inevitable force that will unite our people as one and bring order into a world filled with chaos once more. I am righteous. I am a

*Unknown POV* I had watched and waited for countless centuries. Creation, living and dying, progressing and failing. It was a never-ending cycle that played on relentlessly. I wanted to change it. I wanted to turn it upon its head. Tired of dealing with countless failures, praying for salvation and redemption. So many pray to God. Just God. They don’t even give him a name. Some would argue Yahweh is a name. But it still just means God. We’re all gods. There are so many of us, we’re more numerous than stars in the sky. Fucking God Almighty can kiss my ass. They don’t even realize I’m the being they are praying to. They think I’m a ball of love and light and all things good and gracious.

“You aren’t supposed to have any of that power. How the fuck were you able to do that it’s impossible. I made sure of it.” I straightened myself up and looked her dead in the eye trying to escape from the heartache of my mothers death. “Clearly you have forgotten your own words from your journal.” Amelia let out a growl. “Oh really?” I smirked and crouched into a defensive stance. “I am the Savior.” Amelia let out a laugh. As if the Moon Goddess was listening to us, a strike of lighting hit the ground near us. Amelia looked at me with wide eyes. “Impossible.”

"That is the other reason I was sent. To be his guide, and stand with him, to offer my life if need be, to help protect him. Confessors spend their life traveling the lands. I have been almost everywhere in the Midlands. A Confessor is trained from birth to serve and control her powers. She has to be, because she never knows where she will be called. If we were easy to kill, Zaria would not need to send witches after me at the woods to get the job done. And many of them have died in the doing. I can help protect the Alpha; if need be, with my own life." "Why have you not told him what you are, that you are a Confessor and that where sent by the moon moon goddess?" There was a hard edge to hi

“Jade Sterling, I hereby grant you the protective powers of my blood to serve you in the afterlife as a member of the Grey lair, to fulfill your journey as a beacon of light to others.” “We now pray for the blessings of our gods to grant passage to their children seeking refuge from the darkness. May they watch over us from above and guide us on our journey on Earth, let us find inner peace and remember the love that they shared with us and spread forth only goodness,” Elder Gareth said.

Isaac strained his ears to hear, but was unable to pick up more than a few words. This was soon overtaken by the rich tones of another voice, echoing through the broken walls, from above and below. Everywhere and nowhere. "I am the lord of fire who lives on truth, The Lord of Eternity, Maker of Chaos, against whom the otherworldly serpents have not rebelled. I am the God in his shrine, The Lord of Slaughter, who calms the storm. Let darkness fall." The ground roared as steam rose in vast clouds, melting the skin from the faces of the fallen corpses, dissolving their features and bone into nothing.

She didn't even know that she was already holding her breath. Eric blinked several times, wanting to know who was looking at him from above. But all he saw were blurs. He put on his eyeglasses and his sight zoomed to a woman of fire and ice. A Goddess who looked down at the mortal world. He didn't give it much thought though. He arranged his backpack on his shoulder and sauntered inside the building.

Elika watched as the silence stretched out, her own anger boiling just below the surface as she willed her frame to heal with haste, wanting nothing more than to help the goddess who had attempted to uphold the honour in a dishonourable world. The goddess hastily snapped her head back towards the king of hell, her tone snarling with a sharp edge that Elika had not witnessed before; her frame strong and confident. “Yes, I may be your wife, but I am neither your servant nor slave and you will not treat me as one. And as your wife it is my job to council you on the decisions that you make and I am informing you that this is a bad decision. The child will crush you.”

She needed something from her which meant that she was valuable and if she was valuable, she surely wouldn’t be hurt. “Don’t flatter yourself, Jennifer. You’re my first choice but it doesn’t mean that you’re my only choice so I would advise you to maintain your fear of me,” The woman told her after reading her mind. She walked over to the table in front of the couch and sat on it, facing Jennifer. “My name is Summum, but you can call me Sue,” She said. “What are you?” Jennifer asked. “I am a God, and not one of those pagan monkeys that humans all worship…I am a real God, equal in many ways with the one who made the world,” Summum said.