Novels About Gods Novels & Stories

’ Gideon asks, his wolf nudges a small shelf lined with books that all look handwritten, the pages are yellowing telling me it's old and when I pick up one of the copies I find the pages greasey like it's been handled too many times. ‘The Holy Bible: How God wants a pure world.’ I read for Gideon; it's hard to keep the disgust out of my voice, of course God has been dragged into this. Look at any point in human history and you will find religion as the reason why men hurt others. I holster my gun; knowing Gideon is standing guard allows me to flick through the Bible without care for my surroundings. The first page is all about how God created the world, nothing I haven’t read in an old Bible

It felt like another emergency arriving before the last one had been wiped off the stones. The old gods people remembered from kitchens, thresholds, wells, bedsides, crossroads, and shop counters had survived by becoming habits. Not legends. Not statues. Habits. Incense in a chipped bowl. A whispered thank-you before opening the door. The first ladle of soup poured back into the pot. Small worship. Stubborn worship. Below-Prayer could eat divine names, but it struggled with gods who had almost no names left. "We were beneath notice," the Stove God said proudly.

Yet Am Heh adored it, finding the blazes and hiss of flames the pinnacle of tranquillity. The greener gardens and fountains of the front were fine to some, just not to him. He looked around briefly at the sound of rustling and smiled dryly. "I have rarely had colour in my life except if you count the constant wars between the deities. Perhaps mortals think that having ultimate powers is a blessing but Gods have a harder task than they believe. We have our own worlds to watch as well as those that have been created. Whilst intervention is rare, we still have to keep an eye on things, at least those who care do. I myself, do not."

He opened the book, and the first page contained the same words of the centaur Jack about blood, God and salvation, and on second page it was written: "Mortal beings with their desires and lusts are the root of evil, all creatures are the creation of one God, but every time he creates a new race, he think that it will be better than the one before it, but the same thing is repeated because of desires, dreams and ambitions. This God created a new race, which is the race of the gods and sent one of them to the earth to be the savior and lead all the races to overcome their lusts, but he failed and he too was dragged into his lust, And he followed his whims, so he returned to the city of the go

With all the religion and beliefs coming differently from various countries and sectors, the question began to develop. Is there a God? Are gods real? People are torn between those who believe that their existence is real, and those who have little to no faith in the mythologies they deem as fairytale-like stories. The truth is, they are very much alive. Specifically speaking, the Greek gods are.

Something was going on. … "It was a bold move, brother!" Adras said. "Invading a country, supposedly protected by the gods." "Not to mentioning almost draining the princess dry," Yura continued. I had heard this stories so many times before. 'I have lived for over 2 thousand years, nothing, not even some pretend gods could hurt me.' "I grew sick of hearing the nonsense and prophesies about a blessed princess in a protected country, " I answered them angry. "We are the gods, we take everything we want, it is rightfully ours to take."

That night was the night that she first noticed a big change, she saw Agbe around the camp and it was like a flash, he disappeared, and the next thing, they all were Leaving the land, when she looked around and couldn't found anymore around, she followed them to see where they were going without a word, and they went to the ships, she said, "up till now I still don't understand what happened." GOD'S DILEMMA After the knowledge of her life been kept in the land, these gods became more certain that the kingdom of gods and goddesses was not destroyed by fire, they looked forward at talking with the new general, and the only way they could get that done was to get caught, Atinuke and some other

“A story about the gifts that the Gods and Goddesses bestowed upon us.” Gods? Goddesses? The thought itself was so ridiculous that I wanted to laugh. There were no Gods! There were no Goddesses! Just devils wearing human skin. Because if there had been Gods and deities in real life, so many of us wouldn’t suffer every single day. But instead of telling Sarah all of that, I simply nodded my head at her. “Go on.” A small smile formed on her lips, as if she was about to tell me some kind of fantastic tale that was filled with heroes and dragon-slaying knights. I was only listening to her because I knew none of this was real. It just couldn’t be.

“Why almost?” She looked at me with surprise. “Are you serious?” When I furrowed my brows and nodded, she said, “The gods are the good guys. They rarely play with the devil who can get into the mind of a weak human and manipulate. You know that.” “I do,” I nodded. “It’s just that I’m still trying to decipher fact from fiction. You have to remember that I wasn’t raised in this reality. My world was the world of the mundane. Much of what you take as fact is taught as fiction amongst the mundane.”

he tilted his head, "and you wouldn't stand a chance." I glared at him, ignoring the little twist of curiosity that his words sparked. Stronger at night. I'd read that once, buried in a witch's diary centuries old. The ancients had been the gods' sexual experiments—pure energy and flesh bound into form. Too much power for one body, yet they walked freely. Why would the gods allow something like them to live amongst the lesser beings? Why allow them to roam? If they had been as malevolent as the vampires, no species would have survived. They could have ended every living thing without effort. It made me wonder if the gods had simply gotten bored and tossed them away like unwanted toys, leavin