Mensahero Ng Diyos Novels & Stories

“my people were strong because of this. And we drew the attention of the gods. They offered us a contract. We would perform some tasks for them at certain points and they would pay for our services. When there were planets that stepped out of line or people who had forgotten their place, we were the ones who came in to put them back into place.” Mane looked at Komfo Anokye with a questioning gaze. The gods were a bunch of people capable of living forever and ironically, feared death more than anyone else. It wasn’t surprising that they contacted a people who could take care of their dirty work. What surprised Mane was that the Weapon Masters agreed to work for the gods. Komfo Anokye came acr

CHAPTER ONE: GODS ARE NOT DEITIES. Deities and gods are two different species, all ranging from the most powerful, being the gods, and the deities seconded by them. But because they are very similar, they were just given another name of a deity. The only difference is that deities were once human, and were gifted with the power of immortality and each with their special abilities and responsibilities. CHAPTER TWO: WHY DO DEITIES EXIST? Every god has his or her deity to help them with the minor tasks when dealing with the realms.

I rubbed my palms together, feeling my finger turn numb from the cold. “To protect his bloodlines and people, Micah declared that from among the pure werewolves, a Saint would be born at the same time as the Messiah. But the Saint would have foresight and complete knowledge about who the Messiah was from the moment he was born. He would hold the power to stop her. So, all his people must listen to the Saint and try all they must, to prevent the Serithian wars,” father said.

Durga was not the hero of the story, but the villain who had destroyed Mahishasura. Mahisashura had not been a mere demon. He was a devotee of the gods, a warrior who had earned their favor through years of penance and devotion. From Brahma himself, he had received a boon, a gift: invincibility against any man or god. Armed with this divine protection, he believed the world should recognize his power—but instead, he was met with fear and hostility.

James said. He grinned at Gary's grim expression and then continued, "Riley's father ... that William Mackenzie is the most powerful god of war ever. So, how could someone like Evan De Kruk whose name I don't even remember be able to defeat Riley?"

An expression of anger and vengeance radiated from her face. "Maghanada Indrajit is no ordinary demon. He has the nickname of the god of war. If you think you can finish him off easily, you're wrong. To defeat him, we must eliminate his twelve brothers first. Without them, he's very weak! After that, I will crush his head!" Asura was furious. His emotions were running high and made him envision the death of Maghanada Indrajit.

Then she shook her head again. “I want to believe in you, Ron.” She said, “I really do but you don't understand. It’s hopeless. Even if Eron were released, even if you pray and he recovers his powers, he cannot defeat Dareth. Only the Sword of Heaven has that kind of power but Dareth destroyed him long ago when he saw the signs of a true god awakening.” Prince Ron gasped. “A true god?” Nemyra nodded. “Yes. A true god is the ruler of the higher heavens. There hasn’t been one in countless centuries and when he saw your husband exhibiting the signs of one…”

Mother says in a damning tone. “Iokaste,” a man’s voice says from behind me, “word has traveled that you have devised a plan to bring balance to the Manae.” A man sitting behind me says. I turn to face a muscular blonde man with curly hair. He’s wearing a short toga, with a metal hat, and winged sandals. Hermes, Messenger of the Gods, is addressing me as if I didn’t just suck almost all the life force out of Zeus. Zeus’s energy is still coursing wildly through me. I swallow hard as I find room for it to be contained in my soul so it doesn’t affect my decisions. Even contained in its spot, I feel the power of the staticky force crackling inside me, begging to be released.

Herja spoke sharply, "You're not in this class to think. You're in the class to learn how to react quickly and without hesitation. You're in the class to develop the skills necessary to protect yourself, and even if you already know all of these things, as I'm sure you do, you're still in the class because it is a requirement to graduate from Divine Academy. Is that clear? If it isn't, we can always involve your father in the matter. I can summon him right now if you want?" Miles looks like he's about to explode. I've never heard anyone talk to the heirs, so if there's one nice thing I'll say about Professor Herja is that she has balls, big hefty ones made out of steel. I waited for Miles to

"May the Perfect Man curse you!" Oliviér's eyebrows gave away the surprise he felt with the way they jolted open. He looked back over at the boy. "The perfect man?" His hand squeezed harder. "What would an idiot peasant know about an evil god?" At the words of Oliviér the boy's face paled. It was obvious he did not mean to speak those words, but the way Oliviér saw it the boy really was an idiot commoner. The Perfect man. Dubbed an evil god in the whole of Hara, as well as any other god who wasn't Mother Earth. The Perfect Man was the god of gentlemen, and perfection, it was the reason why only men were his worshippers.