Machine God Novels & Stories

The Dark God’s response silenced all the ancient gods who heard it; although the Goddess of Charm is undeniably powerful, in terms of seniority and strength, the Dark God ranks among the mightiest. There are also the God of War, the God of Spears, and the Wind God, who stand on equal footing with him, but they rarely make an appearance, feeling no need to show themselves in the realm of the gods unless absolutely necessary. Unlike the Dark God, who was considered free and unrestrained, he preferred to do whatever he wanted rather than be trapped by the ancient customs of the ancient gods themselves.

Every pulse filled her with unbearable heat and unbearable cold at once—a contradiction that felt like being torn in half and stitched back together in the same moment. “What is it?” Aria whispered. “The original Gate,” the god breathed. “The one your moon goddess failed to kill. The one that birthed every realm, every god, every vessel. The heart of the first god-god. The one even we were made from.” Aria trembled. “That’s impossible.” He laughed softly. “Nothing about you is impossible anymore.” She jerked away—as far as the void allowed—and swung her power like a blade. White-gold shadow slashed across the air, forcing him back.

The Black Sun Blade on his back vibrated softly, giving off a faint gleam. The final trial, the place where human blood must be burned for a god to be born. “So this is where everything ends?” he murmured. “Or perhaps, where everything begins again.” The white sky above him cracked open, and from that rift descended a massive figure clad in dark red armor, radiating an aura that could halt the vibration of the air itself. The War God’s Spirit. Its eyes burned like living embers. Every step made the ground tremble. When it spoke, its voice rumbled like thunder in Rayden’s chest.

The celestial god had bridged a gap between gods and humans a long time ago. He watched her run in the garden like a three years old child with no care in the world. Her laughter rang in the wind like soft bells. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Adjusting the flowers, he walked toward her confident. His mind was made up, he was going to talk to her, and they were going to be friends. Soon, he got to where she stood with a wide grin plastered on his face. He extended the flowers to her. But to his dismay, she walked past him. He followed her, hoping she’d accept his flowers. But it was almost like he wasn't there. He realized she could not see him. She had no idea someone

I ask as I remember what Rena mentioned about the Moon Goddess being dead and the mating system getting messed up. “Yes. Lord Umbra, the Green Moon or also known as the Dark side of the Moon.” Dad’s grip on me tightens and his voice rumbles as if he’s worshiping this God. “Our people need to know of him, our one true God. The only one who deserves to be worshiped. You are born for that very reason, son. You’ll be the one who’ll forge his greatness into the minds of the werewolf race!”

“ you are just saying this because you are a full werewolf ,you know am an hyprid and my parents made us serve the moon goddess but never for once had she the alpha who hates me come up for me ,I had always been in terrible situation but she never does card abd I would never pray to get agsin ,am an hyprid and I serve myself I don't care about any god,I am my own god

God, is the existence of the high and mighty, overlooking the multitude of beings every move, but now, the souldevouring demonic flower swept the human world, wars all over the world, corpses everywhere, why, there is no God to save all beings . "Haha!" Xiao Dust tilted his head and laughed, his long hair fluttering behind his shoulders as he coldly said, "God? What is a god? Shouldn't a god bless all beings? But why, why is everyone dead? God can't even protect himself, what qualifications does he have to call himself a god in front of mortals!"

After becoming a God Rank guardian, his body’s recovery greatly improved. As long as he did not sustain damage to his vital parts that would kill him in a short period, he would be able to recover with the help of modern medicine and treatment. Therefore, when his vital parts were being attacked, he would rather use his other body parts to block it. “Dirk, God of Military, what do you think of that?” Blaze asked with a grin as he stood about 100 meters away from Dirk. “You Falconians are only worthy of cheap tricks,” Dirk said without any expression on his face.

Maverick pointed out a little less hostile. "I am." I did not hesitate. He actually looked surprised by my words. He should be anything but surprised. "You made me this way. I don't see why you are acting so surprised since you stabbed me with a sword that stole all the humanity I had." I stated nonchalantly. The room became silent and regret shined bright in Mavericks eyes. I looked away from him and turned my attention back to my book. "All tier 4-8 Gods will only be able to teleport and conjure up things." I explained once again.

Odell who is one to be easily tempered, which the humans describe to have the quick temper of a human remains the God of war, as when it comes to fighting of demons, Odell is at the front line. Layland on the other hand is the God of illusions and compel, while Barak is the God of the four elements, and Darius, being the God of the underworld. Aside all that, it is known for each of the Gods to be blessed with strength, speed, and hyper senses. "And who says this is a joke, less at all useless?" Alec replies them. "Now if any of you can't answer the question, I will," Alec stares at them all.