Lighting God Novels & Stories

When his hands went to my waist I knew that the universe would soon perish. "So." Alexander whispered. Right when I opened my mouth a clearing of a throat had me looking over and going stiff. "I was praying that the warnings that went off were nothing but it seems like I underestimated you." Hector The God of absolute light power's chuckled in a not so friendly way. 4 of Mazayas closest allies were standing by the door way. Hector in the middle with Autumn the Goddess of peaceful manipulation and control on his left and Christopher The God of good fortune on his right. Klaus was off to the side just staring at me.

Somehow chanting the three words as she reads it in a whisper from the carved equivalent Latin words of it. The door opens as a pentagram on the very top of the door draws and is illuminated into a crimson one. Just then and just like an invitation exclusive for her, wherein the letter is the bridge for that purpose. She lighted the candle on the candlestick, as she enters the darkroom bracing herself. With a few steps in, the door slammed shut, yet she did not flinch nor turns around, as the room was then illuminated with the candlelight that chronologically and with a pattern lighted not into the regular orange glow, but a blueish-white, representing the Gods, and a particular one.

Its glow was almost blinding, and they knew that retrieving it would not be easy. As they approached the pedestal, a figure materialized before them. It was made of pure light, its form shifting and changing, almost too bright to look at directly. "Welcome, travelers," the figure said, its voice echoing through the hall. "I am the Guardian of Light. You have come far, but your journey is not yet over." Kai stepped forward, his determination unwavering. "We need the Light Relic to complete our mission. We must prevent the God Giant Statue of Destroyers from emerging."

With the help of the God of Light, the four race suppressed the demon race and little by little they managed to seal them off. After that, the God of Light created a new realm and became unhappy again. As he promised the other race of power and prestige, they were tricked to submit to him. They became underlings of light and God set up his temples. He played his cards in kindness but soon casted a plague to annihilate the Earth. All race shook because of his power and they willingly followed him, but there’s one thing that’s been out of his control and that is the human’s sister who carries the blood of the ancient mage, the only human who dared to threaten his very existence and that is som

No matter how deeper the feelings are, in the end, one is in heaven, one is on earth, one is in the light, and one is in the dark. The Great Hall of Heaven, heaven. In the great hall of heaven, the throne of the Lord of the Gods emitted an extremely blinding light, the person sitting on it was still as cold as twelve thousand years ago, and he was no longer the God of Fire León de Fuego, who believe that just praying to the Lord of the Gods is effective. “I am the god of sin, kneel before the Lord of the Gods!” He knelt before the throne, bowing and saying.

Lyra — POV Light swallows everything. Not warm light. Not divine light. Not a light that heals. A light that annihilates. It floods the divine plane like a star going supernova, tearing through shadow and god-flesh and memory. I’m weightless and burning and infinite all at once. Cain’s hand in mine is the only real thing left, the only anchor keeping me from dissolving into the light. The Goddess is speaking—but her words bend and echo, warped by the power detonating through us.

" Lucas asked, trying to process all that he had just heard. At first, all this year he has been blaming his mom for shading all the truth away from him but it seems it wasn't all her fault. She must have spent time running from her past and might have buried it long ago. "Zeus is the God of Lighting." the demoness answered. "What?" Both Ana and Lucas shouted in unison. They were both shocked by what they just heard. Does a God want to rain his rage upon this innocent world for what they didn't do?

"Elior, God is my light." I look at the King as I say, "Yes, Elior our Son the child of light, God is his light, the God Of God told us of a precious child who would be born with mighty powers, because of this child the Evil gods no longer exist, only the good to guide his way." I pull my wife into my arms; we're surrounded by our families in a room filled with love and hope, a new hope for a peaceful future. Elior, our precious child of light, is a true gift from our gods.

Two out of two. We entered the hospital, and Elisa and Angie told their parents about our findings. King Maximus listened with attention, while Queen Ariel wanted to head out and fight. "Girls, excellent job..." The former king said. "Helios is the god of light, of the sun..." Angie said, "Light is defeated with Shadows..." Elisa said, "Day is defeated by night..." she added, and Queen Ariel beamed. "Dominic..." she mumbled, and Elisa winked.

The deeper we went the wider the hole became, however, the place was still eerily quiet. "…." Not only that, but it was also completely dark, too, "Sahra, illuminate the area," Oren instructed. For a moment I thought she'd administer some sort of skill or something, but it was just wishful thinking as she just brought out a heavy-duty flashlight in her inventory. That reminds me, is a high authority spell that only angels and high priests can use.