Never Failing God Novels & Stories

“You were right, God might have delayed in his bestowing to me but it sure did come. He never closes all doors Aurora, there's always one door open but we're always soaking on the closed door that we nearly miss the open one.” “Kathy is right,” Olivia chimes in. “There is always a God Aurora, and he will never fail us. Isn't this what you always told us? How can you not believe in him? You were always our go to for the reminder of his existence and love for us as his children.” “Well then, I must be his step child now.” I snort.

No… What could he do? Was he a failure? No...He had never failed in anything and he would never allow himself to lose. He was Kenny, the grandson of the Dawson family who never believed in failure. The word failure never existed in his dictionary and he wasn't going to introduce it to it.

"Then you have already failed her once." That hit like a punch to the gut because he was right. I had failed Evie long before my parents brought in a witch to mess with my memories of her. I had failed her that night after I took something precious from her. "You will not get another excuse if you fail her again," He continued, looking at me pointedly. "Not from this council and definitely not from the Moon Goddess." I swallowed before uttering truthfully. "I won't fail her again." His eyes held mine, searching for any signs of dishonesty and when he finds none, he nods. "Good. See that you don't."

Suddenly, I remembered what my true mother, the goddess of night, Nótt, once said: There are so many people in this world—you never know which one you truly love, until you begin to miss them. Until the colorful vows and the promises of childhood become ancient legends, a lament carried through the long corridors of memory. — The End of The Reborn Fire God —

“Why anyone with a gift doesn’t live long enough to master it?” The goddess didn’t answer. Thea nodded. “Thought so. We’re all risks, aren’t we? Have a higher chance of going crazy? I fucking knew it.” “I still believe you can beat her,” the goddess said. “You still believe I can beat her,” Thea parroted. “That’s great. What do you know? By my count, I’m just another failed experiment.” “You’re anything but.” “Is there anything else you want me to relay right now?”

All my life, I had begged the heavens, begged for a name, begged for a home. Only now did I understand. A true home is the self. From this day on, whatever struggles may come my way, I stand firmly on my own two feet.

The collective we that is we. Before anyone can answer, Hope appears. In her God form. Looking at us with infinite eyes. "Oh Grandma." She sounds heartbroken. "What did you do?" "We tried to stay together." I sob. We sob. "We tried to avoid the Absolute. We tried to love forever. We failed. We chose wrong. We doomed ourselves differently." "No you didn't." Hope touches our merged form. "You chose love. Real love. Sacrificial love. Eternal love. That's never wrong. Never a failure. Never doom."

He looked down and sighed, "It has been a long time since I failed at something. I almost forgot what it feels like" "Friedrich Nietzsche once said, 'The errors of great men are venerable because they are more fruitful than the truths of little men.' And you are a god. Your failure isn't really a failure, for 'failure is simply an opportunity to begin again, this time more intelligently.' Those were the words of Ford. If Henry was still here, he'd say the same thing." Ray looked at Butler Fin in puzzlement. He asked his mentor, "Who are these people that you keep mentioning. Since I was little you always quote some person I have never met before or never even heard of before. Mind telling me

If she failed, our world would be doomed. “I know I should stop doubting myself, but what if I fail?” “You’re not fighting that son of a bitch alone, Nirvana. I will be with you, our allies, and every last pack member. Don’t forget about that. What if your great-great-grandfather wins? Then he just saved the world.” “What if I won’t make it back? What if I die?”

“You had the power to connect people…!” I stood by the window as I look at him with a depressed look as I clench my fist. “If I can’t even protect one person… what does it have for me to become king…?” He stands, patting off the grass on him. “…Everyone makes mistakes, brat— even if it’s the God of Creation.” He said. “God does not make mistakes…! You are lying…!” Restia murmured. This story— no, this is history.