Never Failing God Novels & Stories

“I… There was no point. He was gone and not coming back.” “What about your second chance?” He chuckles, “Zachariah, you know that is not possible. We only get one.” “I am not so sure anymore… The Moon Goddess is strange in her ways…”

Unforgiving. I exhaled slowly. “They’re exhausted,” I said. Because I could feel it. All of them. Drained. Broken. Changed. Chaos nodded. “Each trial is different.” A pause. “Each failure is personal.” I turned to him. “And what about the ones who didn’t pass?” Chaos didn’t answer immediately. Which was answer enough. I stepped forward. “No.” The void reacted. Sharp. Final. “They don’t stay broken,” I said. My voice steady now.

him , the king of Alta. My mother never had a child, as every night she begged and prayed until she collapses hard on the floor , hitting it as a broken branch, exhausted and powerless as she always became. To wake up the next day to do it all over again, in non-ending loop , when it will over ? no one knows , it seems like it is not working or not going to work at all , not like this . "Your highness you have to stop, you are pushing on your limits and our Lord is going to punish us," said her scared servant.

This had escalated far beyond our control, surpassing even my most arrogant assumptions of what I could handle. Could I grovel to the Goddess for mercy? Would she even deign to hear my prayers? In my desperation, I had effectively invited doom into the world. I realized then that Jabez had won, and I had failed. His ability to rewrite his fate hadn't been a result of sheer will alone; it was because he carried the Creator's favor. The Goddess, however, seemed intent on witnessing our total destruction.

so now he already constructed a big sanctuary for him, they couldn't believe what their eyes just saw My prince, you can't just come up with a mere image and just want us to worship him just that is not proper at all and your image can't even guide or protect this our nation at all And as for me and my family will never worship this useless and powerless image that you called god even your god can't show himself, your god can't even defend you as I'm talking to you right away Are you sure your god can even save us all in times of trouble? To hell with your god, and I have said it already I will never worship or serve your deity

I wish I could bring you back. I wish you could smile again. I wish we could talk again. I wish we could still hear your voice. I wish I could tell you how much we love you. I wish I could tell you and convince you this is not right. I wish to convince you that you had no right to end your life. I wish you would come back. If these wishes cannot come true, then, I pray to God to burn those, who made you commit suicide, in the fires of hell forever. Above all, I still wish you could come back. We Love You. You will always be missed, Sheffali. Rest in Peace.

Please forgive him and let the gods handle this matter. Sadiq ➡ gods! What gods? Where were they when my mother was thrown into the dirt, where were they when my mother was sexually abused, where were they when my mother was killed? Where were they? The gods don't care about us.. They're just sitting high in the heavens watching humans suffer and tear each other apart.. I've longed forgotten about the gods.. All those people that have wronged me and my mother and father.. I'm going to make them pay.. Some have already paid the price and in time others will follow. .

“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?”

From preparing hand warmers in the winter, serving gazpacho in the summer, to warm herbal teas for periods—all the care he had once shown me, he had shared with her. I flipped to the day I had a difficult labor. Evan wrote, "I can't imagine how heartbroken I would've been if it had been Jade who was in such excruciating pain—the thought alone brought me to tears. Thankfully, it wasn't her. "Thank goodness our son was born healthy. I can now live without seeing her again, and remain faithful to Jade." I froze. It turned out that the tears Evan had shed by the delivery bed weren't for me. The reason he had renounced his worldly pursuits wasn't to pray for me as well.

Siddarth said " I also don't have believe in such things. I stopped falling into their legs an year back. My life taught me these God's are only just rocks. Neither they can see our tears or they can help us from any fire pit. " Nivi said reliving all her frustration towards god for making her life into a mess.