Nietzsche God Is Dead Novels & Stories

“I guess it is to be expected. Every one eventually comes to fear death.” “Impossible! I am Immortal!” Berlak declared, eyes glowing with rebellion. “I am a god. I cannot die. This is but a vessel. A pathetic and weak vessel. You may end it now but I will come back in the next and I will hunt you down. I swear it by Grivit. I will find you and I will kill you. I will bring to you the fear of death…” now he was rambling, spittle and blood spilling with each word… “and when I’m done with you every one will understand my power. I am a god and you are nothing but a puny mor—”

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.

Vivian died alone in her home, her body not discovered until it had already begun to rot. Only then did a question arise within me. After the deaths of my parents and Vivian, I never saw their souls. So why did I remain? The system finally appeared and answered my doubt. It said it had seen how painful my life had been, and how tragic my death was. So it used its power to keep my soul intact, allowing me to witness their downfall with my own eyes. Now that they were all gone… it was time for me to let go and be reborn.

Persephone shook her head, “You have been weakened, and they will easily destroy your defences. I will stay and aid you as you have.” Elika laughed, knowing that the goddess was correct, but that she could allow her to make such a sacrifice. “I am sure that you will find a way to thank me in the future.” “Wait...” The goddess argued; her words slipping into the folds of time as the young immortal pulled apart the atoms of her body, sending them from the realm in pieces.

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙚, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 � �𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜. – 𝙁𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙠 𝘽𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙢𝙖𝙣. *** "But... I want to ask you something... first... If I die here... would you really come and... punish God for creating... misunderstandings amongst us, sis?" Krishna whispered in a pain filled voice and winced, Maya felt her blood freezing and her heart stopping right at that moment.

“My first attempt 70 years ago was the only satisfactory one, where you managed to take the man's heart. But on this attempt, even after rewinding time 7 times, I still can't destroy him." The Great God usually never talk this much. Cecilia was surprised to hear the majestic figure speak several sentences at once. "Why won't he just die?" murmured the God. “Y-you want to kill him?” Cecilia asked. The God turned to Cecilia. "Yes. While making him suffer. If possible, to the point of making him destroy the world, and make everyone hate him."

Chaos is the beginning and the end, everything that means you can manipulate it, my she-wolf Becca said slyly. I frowned because I wasn't understanding anything, then I remembered the lessons my mother had given me when I was barely a child. “Remember, Nadine, life and death are sides of the same coin, so a god of death is a god of life, is a creator god,” my mother said when she was teaching me the pantheon of gods. “Isn't that against nature?” I asked her with a frown. The laws of the natural were clear, or so I had thought up to that point.

I drove the screw right through my heart. I felt something explode in me. I heard Nifrem and William scream. I knew I had fucked up the god's plans. Just like Alvina, this stupid god was vulnerable in a human body. Whatever happened to me and my body would happen to him. Unfortunately for the bastard, I wasn't invincible. " Stupid Stupid Girl!" Nifrem yelled, " We would have ruled the world together." " I do not intend to rule a world filled with rot and decay," I said laughing. I could feel the god's life slip away along with mine. I had gotten him. My action did not expel him, It killed him.

“To attain godhood, one is to kill the god or the goddess. Now imagine if I kill both. I will be the ultimate. The ultimate form of power. No one past, present, or future will be able to stop me.” “I-It will n-never ha… h-appen,” Layla coughed and blood trickled down her lips. “T-the god and… and g-goddess will n-never l-let… let that ha-happen. They’ll find a w-way to s-stop you.”

boy:- so you are god, you are really beautiful, can you explain to me why you didn't help me when I was suffering alone and when I was about to die, why didn't you let me die when I was suffering, explain you are the goddess of death, why didn't you something, why didn't you kill me so I don't have to suffer, after all, you are the goddess of death, why I am alive and keep suffering. goddess:- you kid, all humans are just behaving like idiots, do you think that we hate you or do you think we have only you to fill your life with happiness, no we have to do complex and superior work, but because of your selfish nation you suffer because you want to guarantee to have everything and go everythi