Nietzsche About God Novels & Stories

she says confidently. “How are you so sure?” Chris wonders aloud. “Because Mei would not exist if he was.” “I don’t follow,” he says confused. “When a God dies, all their power dies with them, meaning everything they ever created; everything their magic touched, reverts to its original state. Basically, if Oshmin was dead all nagata would cease to exist.” Chris gulps and Axel howls as a shudder rocks through me. The thought that my very existence is held in someone else’s hands is terrifying, mostly because it’s something I experienced for most of my life, and I don’t like feeling that way.

My body betrayed me as my nipples hardened in the cool air. “I’m fairly sure God designed your body to drive men into insanity,” Tristan said darkly. Stifling the excited thrill his words sent through me, I retorted, “You believe in God?” “No. I don’t. But looking at you, I could turn into a believer.” I huffed. “There’s a cozy warm place in Hell reserved just for you.” “I’ve burned before.” I slanted him a look. He’d said the same words before, and I wondered what exactly he meant by it.

It feels like I was pushing a huge rock and didn’t make it to move. Anubis smiled in a sinister way. His eyes stare back at me with his black orbs’ pupils. “This isn’t funny for telling me you are meeting some God. Isn’t that insulting?” “What? —” My voice trailed off, “What are you talking about? Why do you keep talking about a God?” I tried to hide anything that he can tell I know a God. But when I think more of it, his name, and his aura. It isn’t just right like a human. “Are you a God?”

“Yeah. The birth of a new, extremely powerful god. Lucifer succeeded. Nyx is now a goddess.” Well, fuck. I think about Nyx—what she’s suffered, what she’s endured. I don’t know her well, but she’s been to the clinic where I train. Taught us about herbal remedies and healing in the field. She’s good. She’s kind. Nathan… he’s been part of my life forever. The fact that this is their path? I’d question the Goddess’s plan if I didn’t know how hard she’s trying to change fate. Naomi’s voice breaks through my thoughts. “What does this mean?”

“A world without my mates is an empty world to me.” “That was always the cost of saving everyone,” said the goddess of creation. “Do you regret that?” “No,” I said sadly. “I regret not sacrificing myself to take down Nixa. That's what I regret.” The gods looked at me with pity, and I continued to cry loudly. Minutes later, my father appeared with the god who healed him and looked at me in pain. “You have to let them go, Nadine,” the god of chaos said seriously, and I denied.

“Or maybe it’s because I found out that we’re mates. Fuck the Moon Goddess or giving us this situation, though. She thinks she can sever the tie between us.” “Can you say that to your deity?” I muttered. “She’s not a literal god,” he muttered. “She’s someone we look up to when we don’t have an explanation, I guess. I’ve never believed in her like most others do. I know that a creator exists; however, relying on them too much makes you forget why you exist in the first place.” I normally would have agreed with such sentiment; however, I couldn’t even bring myself to breath properly. He played with the straw between his lips as he took another unbothered sip. His expression was relaxed, even p

A person who doesn't know his place. "Escape? You think you can escape? The barrier that's keeping you lock in here was made by the Goddess of Life herself! So you think you can out power a God? Don't make me Laugh Human! HA HA HA HA!" "Yes I can. The power of God isn't invincible it can be beaten by a power of another God." Deberia was silenced. It was an unexpected answer. Is he implying that he also has a power given by a God? "Power of another God? You have a power given by a God?"

Maybe many had suffered, in accord with Investigator Pinto’s allusion to similar attacks, patterns, MOs. And the man who had taken Uiara Cunhedo away? Maybe he had been poisoned by the surviving sister, who had been poisoned by her godlike brother, to whom we were all, men and women alike, samples. Maybe it was just that twisted. Maybe the son had become a more demented version of the father, and the sister had projected the brother upon her lovers, who accepted the fantasy with enthrallment, awe. Maybe her brother had let me kill him because he knew, in his deranged martyrdom, the legacy would go on. The world was full of egos and complexes, entire religions built upon arrogant notions of t

‘No, he must fulfil his duty! “What duty?” I ask, trying to reach for any trace of Enrique’s aura as I keep Azarakh talking. Although I remain on edge. He smiles cruelly, although it looks more like a scene out of a horror movie. ‘A god cannot kill a god, but they can kill the offspring of gods, and my goddess is not a novice to this,’ he sneers. Who is his goddess? “What duty!” I repeat. ‘His blood will be offered at the feet of Nur and Skotos!’

Was there no absolute thing? Now that the result had been proven, he was naturally more convinced of this situation. "Is there really anyone in this world who can make a person who has almost reached a bottleneck break through in just four hours?" "If there is such a person, I want to ask how powerful he is." "That's right. Could he be a True God from Eight Direction World?" When something they couldn't figure out appeared, everyone would naturally think of ways to link it to the gods.