I Am God Novels & Stories

“Don’t tell me… You are that kind of God?” “I just told you my name!” he yelled. “I am Agui, the God of Fire!” “What?!” I gaped in disbelief. “That’s impossible! What do you want from me?” “Nothing in particular. I just need you to accept my existence,” he said. “Accept? In what way?” I asked, confused and still dumbfounded. Agui clicked his tongue. “I am you.” “...what?” “You heard me. I hate repeating myself,” he said.

But that wasn't the shocking part. On the wall, right above the garage door, was another message from the killer: CURIOUSITY KILLS THE CAT. BUT SATISFACTION BROUGHT HIM BACK. "Beautiful, isn't it?" Someone said. Lex spun around fast, revealing the speaker. The man pale and tall. Lex was tall but this man was a giant. He had a faint igbo accent, and he wore all black. "Who are you?" Lex stuttered. "I. Am. God." The speaker said, mockingly. Arms outstretched.

THE heavens never spoke in whispers. They roared. Kael knelt at the edge of the celestial dais, his skin stripped of its golden glow, blackened now with the mark of divine betrayal. The air around him shimmered with judgment, each breath thick with the rancid stench of mortality. Above him, the gods loomed, their faces carved from the cold light of eternity. Their eyes held neither pity nor forgiveness—only a cruelty as infinite as the stars. “You, the god of storms, who once commanded the skies,” boomed the All-Father, his voice rattling the cosmos, “have desecrated the sacred laws. You dared to love what is beneath us. A mortal. A fleeting ember among our eternal flame.”

“I understand that you don’t think you’re capable of controlling your gifts, but I’ve seen you do it. I saw you, just hours ago, silence Maeve’s flame in a single second. Do you realize how much power that takes? And how easily you controlled it? You’re not giving yourself enough credit, man.” “I am a god, Soren.” I step toward him, losing my grip on my restraints. “Do you get that? I am a god reincarnated–the God of Death, all right? What am I supposed to do with that knowledge? I want to be able to walk my fucking daughter to school, okay? I want to make dinner for my girls at night without seeing their lifelines splattered all over the walls, okay? I want–I want to go to bed with my mate

she stated. Layla stared blankly. “So what does this mean? I'm a child of a god?” Thalia nodded her head slowly. “It would seem a very ancient one. One that was here before many of our parents were. One of the cosmos and beginnings.” “I don't understand.” “Then to put simply. I believe that you are someone that the gods will grow to fear. Because your power is constant. It is raw and it is dangerous. It can be used with them and for them…or against them.”

I wasn't surprised —I knew I wasn't human anyway. “Next, ” he said with no iota of happiness or commendation. I wondered what he was thinking. Aargh! “ We need rain—cause rain to fall now. ” “What?! I'm not God! ” I said —more like a shriek. I was going crazy really. “ But you can. You should be able to. Since you are that person the world is waiting for—you should. ”

Corban teased, his voice dripping with impatience as I tried to focus on drinking my coffee and answering emails from other packs. “Be quiet, Corban,” I snapped, directing a scowl at my laptop screen. “He’s not ready for that.” “Then let Aegis take over. Aegis is more than willing to step in.” I muttered under my breath in frustration. “Do you really want to scare him? He thinks we’re just as terrible as the beasts from his past. We need to gain his trust first.”

“…Then what was the other meaning?” “The opposite of ‘Satan’— instead of opposing the God of Creation… You— will become the guiding light under the God of Creation’s fate. If it’s you, brat— I’m sure there’s one day you would unite the world under his guidance. Not even something like the Celestial gods and apostles could stop you from doing so.”

The woman slammed her walking stick ones on the ground, bringing complete silence. “Pe mito mba’éichapa jaju, oguereko heta versión iñambuéva, ha katu pe añeteguavéva ha’e ñande jajejapo hague ñañorairõ haĝua peteĩ mba’evai ndive, pe mba’evai tuichavéva - añakuéra. Mávapa ñandeapo, ha’e pe ja’éva lobo sy. ha katu añetehápe ha’e pe tekove voi ñanemoheñóiva ñañorairõ haĝua ñemano ndive, ha katu ko’áĝa pe ñemano oguejyta ko yvy ape ári voi oipe’a haĝua opa tekove ha ha’e ñande profecía ñañorairõ haĝua lobo sy ndive peteĩ última vez.” The lady spoke.

All my life, I had begged the heavens, begged for a name, begged for a home. Only now did I understand. A true home is the self. From this day on, whatever struggles may come my way, I stand firmly on my own two feet.