Modern Day God Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Not to mention your Guardian since you were born." Elize frowned. "What? You two of them?" "Your first Guardian, he can't bear your stubbornness, so Boss G has assigned me to you," said Lucian. "Boss G? Who is that?" Elize asked "He is Yahweh, Elohim, El Shaddai, Adonai, Elyon, Jehovah, Allah, El Roi, and Tetragrammaton. It depends on what humans called Him, but He is only one. He is the creator of heaven and earth, He is Boss G. " said Lucian

We’ve got demi-god friends, a goddess who gave birth to a werewolf after a throuple with a human and a goat-man, and that’s where you draw the line? Fair point. Gregory sighs. Still... why is he the big bad? Isn’t Christianity one of the newer religions? Yeah, but it’s also the most widespread. Belief = power when it comes to gods. So yeah—Lucifer’s the worst right now. Metaphysics later, Nathan snaps. What happened?

My Lord, I am deeply embarrassed to learn that Sir Owura Bismark is the god of the new planet. This country has made an unforgivable mistake. Leaders, I will forgive you since you have not heard the name of the world's savior. Jesus Christ of Nazareth is his name. I've returned to this secret castle conference room to introduce him to you once more. I respectfully propose that you accept him, and all your sins, iniquities, and transgressions will be forgiven.

It was the beginning of something new. I was no longer someone’s wife or shadow. I was the Godmother of the mafia families, Xavier’s mother, Kane’s beloved, and most importantly, I was myself. A year later, in a port city in Eustona, someone spotted a familiar figure. The man was ragged, limping on one leg. When he looked up, his face was covered in scars and humiliation. It was James. He saw me and instantly looked away in terror, ducking into the crowd like a rat scurrying across the street.

Future "The world is mad. We live in the 21st century, and we still believe in a macaroni God who supposedly sits in the sky and watches our every move, condemning the execution of the laws of the world created by himself. In earlier centuries, it was heard by all who could – charlatans, saints, prophets, and heroes of ancient myths. Now, which doesn't surprise me at all, it's being heard by psychiatric patients. What do you think is the difference between saints who hear the Supreme Father and psychiatric patients who hear the Supreme Father? - Sergey Petrovich, you know better, you are a psychiatrist with a lot of experience.

28 November 2013 In the story of creation, God has one thing in mind. He planned of customizing the world so that all the creatures thereon would be capable of receiving an abundance of grace and blessings. As a result, man was given the highest responsibility and privilege of all including, but not limited to, dominion over other life forms. The operative word is customization and that is how our modern lives could be characterized.

If I didn’t know better, I’d think they were father and son. “So he’s Mordecai's plaything,” I look up at my father. “What does this have to do with anything?” He snatches his phone from me. “It has everything to do with why your brother is still alive. Do I need to spell it out for you?” He doesn’t. It’s clear to me. “My man nearly lost his head getting these pictures,” father says with a heavy sigh. “Mordecai is not a man to be messed with.” Everyone in high society knows that. Mordecai Rhys, famously called Hades. He's the god of the underworld. Elusive, untouchable, and feared. Many influential people seek out his covering and protection, but it’s not something he so easily gives out.

Archived in the Living Library, Floor 3 💀 The Shattering of the Pantheon 1,000 years ago, the world was ruled not by kings, but by gods. Thirteen of them reigned, each governing one of the primal forces of creation: flame, time, mind, death, shadow, storm, and more. They were not merciful. They were not kind. They demanded worship, sacrifice, and obedience. Empires rose and fell by divine whim. Mortals lived in fear of the gods' cruelty disguised as justice. Until one of their own turned against them. Known only as the Godkiller, they were not born divine, but rose from mortal blood, wielding an unnatural power capable of severing divine essence from existence itself. It's said their blade

"What did you think lived there?" "Who are you?" she asked. Something shifted in his expression — so quick she almost missed it. Something that might have been surprise, as if he hadn't been asked that question in a very long time. "Kael," he said. "Seventh god of war. Currently fallen, stripped of divinity, and apparently summoned by a mortal girl in a cold room." A pause. "You may want to be afraid." "Should I be?"

Carlin requested for Adele to bring something to relive my headache, it was another obnoxious brew, I closed my nose and began drinking. We described out experience to her leaving nothing. She nodded a lot but said very little. It was starting to annoy me. “The Hunter God is from a different time of war and bloodshed. He’s the reason why we have senses and physical powers,” She said finally. “It will not be easy going against him. But you have Moon Goddess blessings.” Carlin and I nodded. “Let’s go back to my father. I have an announcement to make.” He said. I wondered what he was going to say.