Modern Day God Novels & Stories

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

"Over time, we all just made the moon an important factor in our lives, by worshiping an unrealistic and inexistent being that we call a goddess, and claim to be in some way, affiliated with the moon. Attributing some purely coincidental happenings to her…" "I have done some tinkering, and I believe that the moon goddess doesn't exist. We are the gods, and we rule this world. We are the apex predator, predating over every living thing that exists. So, there is no need whatsoever to worship some sort of hypothetical goddess, or anything…" I breathed in, a deep breath, and I sighed, "Hmm. That's a lot you just said, man. You must have thought about this long and hard…" "That may be true, Papa.

"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."

Isaac said, simply to break the silence. "Indeed. Humdrum as it is. Perhaps one day our glory will be reinstated, but for now, we leave you under the watch of others." "Some still worship you," Isaac thought of the Goths at his old school. "Wiccans, Pagans...not as prevalent as long ago, but you still have some sway." "Some." Atum looked down at his feet. The modern worship was fine. But it lacked the reverence he had been used to. It made him feel useful though. More than any nine until five jobs would.

Aubrey explained, getting shocked glances from the beings much larger than he was. "In the mortal realm, we needed to study and become the best in order to get money and live without dying. Here you don't need to eat all the time, you can starve but you can't die from starvation. You can live anywhere and still be a god. Even though your high beings from mortals, there's still that one being higher than you and that's the only being who commands every single thing, while you're restricted to what you do. You can't control every single thing, even if it belongs to you. So you just need to find a way to prevent death if you can't control it. Giving up and being afraid won't solve anything. It

God is a spirit and can not be seen or touched, but he lived in heaven " he did that to prevent a recurrence of such doctor Strength trouble with his formally misunderstood sermons. After doctor Strength was done with the pastor and his belief he called a fraud, he decided to visit a mosque and when he got there, the cleric addressed him, and they had a discussion, the man said when he was asked if God resides in the mosque, that God can not live in any house built by man, that he exists but in heaven above, doctor Strength came out and looked towards the sky, and believed that truly, the creator must lived in the heaven above, and he had been dreaming of meeting with him someday if any oppo

“Trouble your mind no more, young prince, I shall tell you who I am! I am a young god who appeared in this world, created by three of the four most powerful infinite beings in existence and sent from the heavens.” He levitates and projects images in the air of a young man. “Who is that?” Mukura asks looking at the image. “That is me, little girl, centuries before your birth!” “So, you age backwards?” she attacks his manifestation as a child. “Actually, how I look is a matter of how I want to look, how I would like to manifest myself in this mortal realm.” “Gods! How typical.” Gurudza says in a harsh low tone.