Journey To Become A True God Novels & Stories

Elias stepped forward and held the iron pendant out to me. "I am elevating you, Jace," Elias said. "You are no longer a student. You are the Grandmaster of the Iron Bridges. You will build the relay stations. You will train the wolves who do not shift, and the humans who do not break. You will weave the iron into the flesh until the world cannot be torn apart again." I looked at the heavy iron pendant. Fourteen years old. I had started as a terrified pup pressing my hands against cold stone to stop the screaming in my head. Now, the Anchor of the continent was asking me to hold the entire world together.

He's here for me, I know it. Usually, when I know someone is trying to get close to me, I avoid them at all cost. For example, Micah, the Virtue Humility lives upon the Moon also, but we keep our distance. Any time we cross the line between each, something bad happens. "Are you The Moon?" I ask him. It's not a completely absurd question. Many assume there is a mortal like embodiment of his power. Damon laughs. "I wish. No, I'm just a kid who works for him."

“You are the bride of a god.” Her breath caught. “Bride… of a god?” Her fingers tightened around the ring. “What bride?What God” She has never met any God let alone to consent to any marriage. Wait he couldn’t possibly mean his bride right? She gasped as it dawned on her she was referring to himself. So he is a God? Ivana stood there confused as several thoughts flooded her mind. “Yes, mortal.” His eyes bore into her. “And being bound to you…” His jaw clenched. “Only deepens my hatred for humans.”

The voice within him spoke once more, now with a deeper resonance, "You are a lynx. Embrace your true nature. Embrace me. You are no longer alone." With his newfound lynx form, John resumed his journey, feeling a profound connection to the beast. The pain that had gripped his leg was now but a distant memory, and his inner beast served as his obstinate guide through the untamed wilderness. He seemed to be a passenger in his own body, there but not quite, as the enigmatic connection between him and the voice deepened.

"No. Nothing worth having is ever simple or easy. But I think God gives us the will to move mountains-" "If only I had the faith of a mustard seed." He chewed on his lip for just a second before responding. "I think you have the fire and grit to prove everyone wrong." I let out the deepest laugh, and it rattled my entire body. It hurt in the best possible way. But even through the grimace and the pain, I couldn't help but giggle as I talked. "No one has ever used the word grit to describe any part about me. Miranda, yes; me, absolutely not."

>How do I become a supreme being daddy?< Igris asked excited. Queseon chuckled as he switched from swimming ahead to swimming upwards that made Igris frown because he knew that they weren’t supposed to head to the surface. >You are already one my love but you are still under developed. You need to cultivate until you have reached a realm higher than grandpa’s so that you can be recognized by everyone as a supreme being,< Queseon said. >Stronger than grandpa? I don’t even know how strong he is but you want me to be stronger,< Igris said and face palmed.

​"There are forgotten realms beyond the borders—" ​"Enough," she commanded, the single word echoing like thunder through the sanctuary. "You still don't understand." She stepped closer, her golden eyes boring into his. "So listen carefully. I did not become a High Goddess because fate favored me, Kaelor. I became one because I was willing to sacrifice what weaker gods could not. I will sacrifice my reputation, I will sacrifice kingdoms, I will sacrifice entire generations if it means securing victory. And I will sacrifice one nameless child without losing a single moment of sleep." ​Kaelor's lips trembled, his heart breaking for the infant in the crib. "You... you're her mother."

As he sat there, the park around him began to blur, his thoughts consumed by the mystery of Ambika's journey and the strange promise of a power he had yet to understand. For the first time in a long while, hope sparked within him. He didn't know where this path would lead, but he was resolved to follow it. The truth about Ambika, the enigmatic saint, and his own potential awaited him. With a deep breath, Rudra stood up, ready to embrace the journey that lay ahead.

His deep voice comes out as a murmur, almost a growl. "Do you want to live, Mairin?" "At what price?" I whisper back, black dots darting in and out of my vision. “The only cost to that is becoming your true self and bonding with my pack, my forbidden god, and no one else. You will become ours, and heal,” he replies, his voice like the devil, seducing me into a world I shouldn't enter, but I want to. The forbidden god?

"But it's yours anyway. And soon, very soon, you'll have to choose. Accept your destiny and become God. Or refuse and watch everything end. Everyone you love dying. All realities collapsing. Infinite suffering." "That's not a choice. That's a threat." "It's truth." He looks at the cracks in reality. Growing. Spreading. Destroying. "The True Origin is losing patience. It wants to merge. Now. Soon. And if you refuse, it will take you by force. Transform you against your will. Make you God whether you accept it or not." The cracks widen. Something massive moving behind them. Coming closer. Coming for me. The True Origin. The ultimate being. The God that wants to make me God. And I have nowhere