Modern Day God Novels & Stories

Uju reminded me of her ownership in the place we lived together. Today, I asked myself about my identity. I asked myself who I am. Am I the loner who lost himself trying to search for someone else? Am I the loner who lost his past while seeking for a lost cause? Yes! Lost cause! The senior pastor of Mrs. Uju's church told her I was a lost cause, a demon infested human being with a craving to go against the will of God. What is God? A system? Who is God? A fantasy? How is God? An unimaginable being with utmost perfection that distorts the laws of science? Nowadays, the characters in my mind now speak to you not me. I try to tell them I am in control but they refuse to believe my words. They r

Mina said shaking her head. The Ocean God laughed, “Do you not know who I am?” “uuummm, we’ve been calling you the ocean God this entire time, and that means absolutely nothing to us. You see, we only serve one God the Big God, the King of Kings, the one with the Big G not the little one.” Mina said looking at him like he was crazy. “Look it's obviously that you have no idea what is going on, why don't you allow us to fill you in on everything and we can..” Makahi was saying when his words were suddenly stuck in his mouth. Maka came forward immediately trying to break out of the hold that was put on him.

I saw a smirk on his face, he sat on the couch with crossed legs and folded arms, I stared at him for minutes, I couldn’t believe my eyes, how could a geek god of luck be real and alive! “How and….. actually just how!!.” I said with wide eyes. “How am I here?!.” H replied. I nodded vigorously with my eyes still on him. “I came to check on you and why your emotions are messed up!.” He said. He sound like a normal person. “You’re the god of ‘Luck!’ “ I murmured. “No!, I am the god of wealth!.” “What!, but I summoned Tyche!.” I exclaimed. “No baby girl you summoned me!.” He said.

“Ah…” “He’s just human, like yourself. Why wouldn’t you go out like someone who can call himself a God?” Like Kurai. Right. “Wow. You are right. He is not human.” Anubis frown by what I said then suddenly beamed a smile. “He’s like a God, too?” Did he mean someone who is filthy rich, right? “Yes.” And I tried to go along with him.

Yes, undoubtedly, but it suddenly disappeared, when necessary, conditions emerge such as the loss of many innocent lives, the existence of climate change, severe tornadoes, tidal waves, and fatal tragedy. "I was longing for God to answer my queries," he said, "which later became apparent when new civilization, progress, and modernization arise on the surface of the planet Earth. “It's great, I remarked. God, you are real as Your Words are made manifest in these marvelous, wonderful, fascinating creations which I can't explain by words what I feel as I see them with my own naked eyes. Who am I to question You God of creation? No other God can create these heavenly bodies and wonderful creatio

There’s silence as I quietly reread what I just read out loud. Pushing my hair back, I tuck the phone between my chin and ear as I check the next page, hoping for more. “Bullshit, that can’t be true, that’s just… none of this stuff is real.” “We exist, Sebastian, we're werewolves. How can you say that this doesn’t mean something? And don’t you think we are forgetting the goddess?” “Really Zaia, this is modern times. Why should we be praying daily to a god that probably doesn’t exist?”

As if something inside me started to burst. ‘Did you enjoy that fun life you had? You waste so much time already…’ That voice started to ring a bell in my head. The owner of that voice… there was no doubt it was him. Godar, a god of time and stars. Laughter was again heard. It was… really him. This place is something that has gods and goddesses. Although their interaction with the mortals is limited, they can still give or offer mortals something. Just like how Brother Clad can manipulate the elements of Earth.

The thing is, my friend Mab intends to represent The Most Holy Trinity in the Paranormal Industry and Supernatural Circles simply because she finds it unfair that someone who she considers the most powerful spiritual being would not have a representative in these areas. She knows many will not find her worthy. But she doesn't care. She loves her Father so much she intends to continue on this path until she is called home. Here is one of the stories that she researched about how the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob and her Savior Jesus Christ has brought about modern-day miracles through the power of the Holy Spirit. And this is with no intention of shoving any religious ideals down anyone's

"Ezra..." In the dream, I pushed in, thrusting deep and filled him. Bred him. Pumped my seed inside until it dripped out. Marked him. Owned him. His body shook under me. Hands clawing the sheets. But he pushed back—fuck, he pushed back wanting more. I wanted to break him. In the dream. In real life. Bend him until he knelt. Breed him until he worshipped and called me god. I stroked harder, my fist tight and balls drawing up. I imagined pinning him down, spreading his legs wide and fucking him raw. Until he bled. Until he cried. Until he begged for my cum. "Breed me," he'd say. "Make me yours."