Libidinous God Novels & Stories

Gideon purred like a hungry cat seeing its master, kneeling in front of the unknown figure. “It has been years since the prophecy was revealed. In the birth of the child’s parents and now that the child has grown. It cannot be repeated twice and not mean anything. You seem to not wonder, this are hinders that are yet to reveal their wings, and we have to clip them before they learning to fly. I cannot be undone by a mere mortal. I am the god to come, the god that all will recognize. If by means they are trouble, I better not find out. Find the imposters for me.”

Audelia replied casually, as if the words she said was not a blasphemy to God, it self. “Y-Y-You! Just now.. you’re going to say ‘Punching Bag’ weren’t you?!” Ultimia asked incredulously. “Surely you jest, God sama~ There is no way I will be so rude to a God no matter how disappointing that God is~” Audelia retorted with saccharine smile on her face. “I am not disappointing!” Ultimia exclaimed in frustration. “So moving on, please answer my question.” “Don’t just move on to the next subject like that! I am THE High God Ultimia, you know! Please have some res---”

Most importantly, she could see the obsidian scroll. It was no longer a piece of stone with writing. It was a three-dimensional holographic archive. She saw the faces of the Elders who had betrayed the Council. She saw the mathematical equations they had used to hide their influence. She saw the flaw in their 'Symphony of Silence'—a tiny, overlooked frequency that only a human ear, tuned to the logic of the brain, could hear. “I see it,” she whispered, her eyes glowing with a steady, brilliant white light that made Xander’s golden aura look dim. “The 'Goddess' isn't a person. It's a function. I am the interface.”

data-turn="assistant" My gloomy mood eased a little. At the very least, things weren’t as terrible as I had imagined. At least two people had treated me kindly. It wasn’t as though a woman who had lost her youth was worthless. Finally calming down, I opened a book about the High Gods. I began to understand why I had become like this: back then, Loki had used the “Path of the Underworld” on me, intending to destroy me completely. But perhaps because the world had been reborn, I had been given a chance to live again—only I had lost the divine power of the God of Love. A god who had lived for three thousand years without divine power, and without eating the golden apples, would naturally end up

Chapter: 4. ****** Thunder and Lightning blended into one in Obenis's rage. One of the Six powerful Celestial Gods. Obenis the god of the Middle Heavens known as Cerulean. His now enemy Yidis, the god of the Underworld, known as Shivvara. Both Gods once were friends but as they found their eternal brides, and began to have children, a rift began to rise among their wives and children and slowly it got passed onto their friendship. When Amiatta, the wife of Obenis, poisoned the first son of Yidis, Siurdem whom she also had an affair with and to conceal her sin, she poisoned him. When Obenis learned of this, his anger was so great he turned Amiatta into a Star, but Yidis was displeased with hi

I stepped forward, seals blazing white-silver. “By the oldest law,” I cried, voice echoing beyond the chamber, “no god may judge what it cannot bind!” I said with so much authority. The hall shook violently. Lucian roared, “Astrid, stop!” He said frightened. But it was already too late because I was already bleeding. Power ripped through me—not given, not borrowed. Claimed. The void reeled. “UNAUTHORIZED,” the god intoned. “Yes,” I whispered, blood dripping onto the glowing stone. “That’s what freedom looks like.” He said.

He finally let out. Lucian placed his hand on his head, he repetitively kept on saying "No, no. it can not be," Lucian mumbled. "So who is the fool now? I guess you thought that you were rewarded with your mate but no! The goddess never cared about her creation she only care about Order," Karnivan said smiling. he looked pleased with himself while others look dejected, they all stood motionlessly trying to assimilate what they had just heard. "How can they be the rebirth of Igigi, Igigi are creatures of light," Lucian said denying every possibility.

Teradin scoffed in disgust, his face wrinkling more than it already was from age. "Not Truth, General," Levlin corrected. "They speak of other gods, specifically the goddess of war and..." his brows furrowed in thought. "Someone called the Night's blue." At this Teradin barked a derogatory laugh. "Fear will make a man see anything. Apparently, it makes savages see gods."

Carlin requested for Adele to bring something to relive my headache, it was another obnoxious brew, I closed my nose and began drinking. We described out experience to her leaving nothing. She nodded a lot but said very little. It was starting to annoy me. “The Hunter God is from a different time of war and bloodshed. He’s the reason why we have senses and physical powers,” She said finally. “It will not be easy going against him. But you have Moon Goddess blessings.” Carlin and I nodded. “Let’s go back to my father. I have an announcement to make.” He said. I wondered what he was going to say.

He stood tall, immovable, his silhouette carved against the lantern light like a verdict the world itself had no choice but to obey. When he spoke, it was not a statement. Not even a declaration. It was the truth. “I…”His voice dropped, deep and resonant, vibrating through bone and breath. “…AM THE GOD OF WAR.” The tent felt it… the wooden beams, the ground underneath, everything seemed to tremble under the force of that certainty. Even the flames bowed, shrinking lower as if in reverence… or perhaps fear. A heartbeat later… Lucien slammed his fist against the table. Maps jumped. Ink pots rattled. It was a sound that didn’t just echo… it promised death.