Modern Day God Mga Nobela at Kwento

Hikaru added from the sidelines. " No, Rhane is the creator of Versions." Amber shook her head. " What?!" Manor and I exclaimed as we both poked our heads out of our huddle. " Yeah, a long time ago, long before the war of the gods for the one true god. The gods were having a cold war against each other. Asil Luna Goddess of Healing and Lexi Bathory God of Virtue against Exinious, God of War, and Helder Lord of the underworld. The only one that stayed neutral was Zagerust, the God of curiosity. He's the only one that remained friends of the two sides, but he was easily distracted by his curiosity that he couldn't stop the cold war." Amber started the tale with a nod.

“Especially not Humans who think themselves gods.” “I am not that which you think me to be,” the tall figure called Nowk retorted in his undulating voice. He turned to face the visitor. The hood of his cloak shrouded everything underneath, much like those of his servants. “I am both foundation and that which breaks it. I am he who fuels the light and swallows it in darkness. In this realm in which you stand, I am the god. You are powerless.”

Green as well considered herself a goddess as thus, going to a better place after she sacrificed herself for the good of the world during Hades Plague. As popularly known and hinted, Hilda has as well be considered a goddess. But with the presence of multiple gods across pantheons, where do each of them stand? The classes of gods are divided into the three parts, Elder Gods, Old Gods and New gods. I'd be classifying all of that here, Starting with the new gods. NEW GODS HILDA - DEBUT

“But why aren’t you down there with the other gods?” “Apollo knows of my offer,” he says with a shrug. “If I’m needed, he’ll call. I just wanted to spend some time with you all. My mates are catching up, but the mortal world is… very modern. I don’t always follow what they’re talking about, so I thought I’d make myself useful here.” Huh. I hadn’t really thought about what it would be like—being thousands of years old and trying to connect with mates who grew up on N*****x and TikTok. That has to be a tough adjustment.

Joshaya could do magic and stuff but just because he called himself a god didn’t mean he was omnipotent, no more than calling yourself a DJ meant you were talented. “Yes. He is a god. He was here before us. He gave us life.” The forest came over all willowy when talking about him. Fear, respect, awe, it was all in there. Like the child of a dictator after they’ve won an election (by 96%) but before the death camps. That special sweet spot for denial. It’s all relative, though. If you went back thousands of years and showed them your iPhone, they’d think you were a god. Then they’d find out the cable from the old charger didn’t fit the new model and realise you were actually the devil.

He tilts his head, “Maybe top four.” She smirks, “Top one more like.” He looks away, rubbing his face vigorously, trying hard not to smile, “Not what I said. Just to be clear. Wouldn’t want to offend anyone.” He looks down, “Not many people truly worship the old Gods anymore. There are some, but it’s not like it used to be. You are a breath of fresh air; you always have been. Every life, you honour us. You talk to us like real people and we all appreciate that.” She frowns,

“You are the bride of a god.” Her breath caught. “Bride… of a god?” Her fingers tightened around the ring. “What bride?What God” She has never met any God let alone to consent to any marriage. Wait he couldn’t possibly mean his bride right? She gasped as it dawned on her she was referring to himself. So he is a God? Ivana stood there confused as several thoughts flooded her mind. “Yes, mortal.” His eyes bore into her. “And being bound to you…” His jaw clenched. “Only deepens my hatred for humans.”

“Loyalty. Trust. Nothing more. Stand with me. Walk into the new world by my side, and I will never kneel to anyone.” He opened his arms again, void energy pulsing beneath his skin in dark, violet glows. His hair blew wildly in the wind. The cracked city echoed with his voice. “I am Nihareth. I am not a god. I am what comes after gods.” The silence that followed was thick. Then a man stepped forward. His body was twisted, burned by holy magic in some distant battle. “If what you say is true… if the gods are crumbling… then what comes next?”

Chloe asked "That's bullshit. I don't believe in God. God is only made to appease the weak, silly, and those who can't keep up with this world. If there really is a God then where is he? Why doesn't he save you all? Why I'm the one who should save you all and not him? Where is he right now when you need him the most?" I said

I continue all while Cara remains silent. Being the God of life and fertility, Cara is granted the ability to speak with the Lord of the heavens directly, and not just in a dream like it is for the rest of us. Cara is one of the ten Gods in creation who can meet the Lord of creations, and even if she is only able to ask on behalf of Odell, she also knows the Lord of creation would never agree to such, and let's say he does, there would be an aftermath worse than it all, because as he has said,