Novel & Cerita I Once Saw The Face Of God

“Well, enough of an old god’s speech. I just wanted you to know that I understand you and empathize with you more than you realize, James.” He had been looking into the god’s eyes throughout the entire confession. James could see the pain and sadness that was contained within. It was as if the weight of the world was continually on the god’s shoulders. Sometimes he kind of felt as if that same thing was happening to him, at least ever since he had found out about the Prophecy. “I understand,” he said before chuckling. “You know, never in a million years did I ever think I would be actually having a conversation with Zeus, the King of the gods. What a year this has been so far.”

"Just tell her to watch how she speaks to me. I am a god, and I can decide to blast her without a second thought." I gasped as I felt a tug on my hand. A warm touch caressed both my eyes; I winced as it felt as though some scales had fallen away. "All done," he said. I opened my eyes. I could see now and recoiled as I stared at the god Helios. He wasn't the god Helios I saw a few minutes ago. The man standing in front of me was perfection if anything like that even existed.

a voice boomed in the air and I looked everywhere to find a face for the voice but I couldn't. “Turn around” So I did just that but I still didn't see anything. “Look with your heart, not your eyes, child.” What is that supposed to mean? J closed my eyes and made Kia do same and then I passed a little bit of my powers to him and his eyelids, like I did to mine and when I opened it, I could see so many cells with godly beings in each one and the one I was facing currently, had a man with similar facial features to Kia.

Jessica was delighted when she saw the photo. She immediately announced that she would post it to her social feed, and the others agreed it had turned out beautifully. … Far away, in an empty house, Alban came across that same post. The moment the image loaded on his screen, it struck him like a blow to the head. His vision stalled, and his mind went blank. He zoomed in again and again, as if repetition might alter what he saw. In the photo, Eliza wore an elegant dress and smiled brightly. The man beside her leaned slightly toward her with a faint smile. The space between them was narrow enough to suggest intimacy.

The shock I felt at that was so great as the cold air came in contact with my bare face His cohorts stopped laughing and drew in sharp gasps as they saw my face "This is the most beautiful face I've ever seen" one of them said "Is that silver hair" "I can't believe what I'm seeing" said another "She's as beautiful as the moon goddess Orion, she looks like a daydream" "I never thought this what I would see" Orion said slowly with a dreamy look in his eyes "I never thought I would see the moon goddess herself tonight" he looked enchanted and stunned. He raised his hands to touch my face but I slapped his hands away, snatched my cloak out of his hands and ran as fast as my legs could carry me.

Everything sounded so funny to me, just because it was Landry who was saying it. I never saw him as somebody who was very religious, but there was something he said that stuck with me, which was when he mentioned God. My face suddenly turned blue, remembering my past experiences and even the times I had to turn to God for help, but he never really did. Not come to think of it, my life was starting to change, and if it wasn’t God, then I wondered who it was that was so loving, so kind, so merciful to make tables turn in my favor.

“How . . . how were you in the balcony? My father said you ended the service standing next to him, on the stage, so how . . . ” “How’d I be in two places at once?” Reverend McIlvian sucked on his cigarette again, then blew smoke rings instead of inhaling it. “A fine question indeed, lad. He Whose Face Cannot Be Seen works in mysterious ways. When we give ourselves o’er to Him, we find ourselves capable of many things. Just like Jesus, walkin on water, or after the crucifixion, appearin to the disciples in the Upper Room while he was also talkin to them fellas on the road to Damascus, all at once.” A thought crept up my spine on chill fingers. “You’re . . . you’re not just here, are you? You’

Iris POV: To All the Gods in Heaven (and maybe my very exhausted guardian angel), Hi. It’s me. Again. So, um… about last night. Yeah, that night. I know you saw it. You’re gods. You see everything. And for that, I’m very, very sorry. You see, I was just minding my own business (kind of), being a totally respectable, innocent human, and then— BOOM— Ace happened. Like, really happened.

" Why am I still alive even after my body was burnt? Aren't the villagers seeing me where I stood? I sighed and decided to go to the village head to catch his attention. The fact that I was weak, I staggered towards the village head like a drunkard. Immediately I got to his front. I raised my hands with difficulty and sent a smack right to his face. Unfortunately, my hands passed through the air and hit the empty air. I looked at my hands in surprise and tried again but the same thing happened. What is the name of the heavens that could be happening? Here the villagers were jubilating because I was dead and here I was seeing myself. "Had the gods heard me and answered my prayers," I muttered

GABRIEL P. O. V In the inky darkness of the night, I was in the presence of the God of Death. An all-black outfit clung to his body, and it covered his face with a hideous skull mask. There was no ambient illumination, save for the dim light emanating from the God of Death's fiery red eyes. With steady steps, I faced the God of Death, my heart pounding. “Oh, God of Death, I am willing to give my life as a sacrifice. If you return Grace to me,” I said in a trembling voice, my eyes full of hope.