Old Man God Novels & Stories

The old lady muttered in between death smiling as blood gushed out of her mouth, “Old bitch…” I cursed and gave her one last stab making it ten, more blood gushed out from her mouth, right now I knew she’ll never survive “Right…now….the police are on their way, run….before…they…catch you little boy, repen….t” She fought and breathed her last breath I was shocked even after what I did to this old lady she still cared about me even at the point of her death, how could I have done this to such a beautiful soul

Eyes red with tears, Evan wailed in disbelief, "Why did I do that? We've made a vow before the Moon Goddess, swearing to only love each other!" I tried to sound as calm as possible, but the slight tremor in my voice betrayed my emotional turmoil. "I would like an answer, too. Alas, the goddess did not hear my prayers." As a human, I had never truly been accepted by the Moon Goddess. The pack’s rituals, their traditions, were all alien to me. I had been an outsider, no matter how deeply I loved Evan. His 17-year-old self looked at me with heartache. Then, he tried to rub his furry head against my cheek.

One that he has summoned, perhaps, or one he randomly thought of making— or it is an illusion. An offer? He has nothing to offer. He's not from Olympus anymore. His blessings are merely for humans, are gods even allowed to be given blessings? Wait— Wine! Of course! How could he be so slow? "I'll offer you wine for eternity. That is all I have in my power. Do we have a deal?" Morpheus stares right into the screen, like he was really there in front of him, like he was testing his worthiness, weighing his skills, and assessing his integrity. After what a full minute, he smiles and nods.

Yet, that's what his fellow Gods think is the reason behind the love the humans have for him, but it goes farther than that, as Alec himself intently cares for the people. "What are you doing Alec? You're supposed to be helping not cracking useless jokes," Odell speaks up still making Alec smirk harder. Odell who is one to be easily tempered, which the humans describe to have the quick temper of a human remains the God of war, as when it comes to fighting of demons, Odell is at the front line.

THE heavens never spoke in whispers. They roared. Kael knelt at the edge of the celestial dais, his skin stripped of its golden glow, blackened now with the mark of divine betrayal. The air around him shimmered with judgment, each breath thick with the rancid stench of mortality. Above him, the gods loomed, their faces carved from the cold light of eternity. Their eyes held neither pity nor forgiveness—only a cruelty as infinite as the stars. “You, the god of storms, who once commanded the skies,” boomed the All-Father, his voice rattling the cosmos, “have desecrated the sacred laws. You dared to love what is beneath us. A mortal. A fleeting ember among our eternal flame.”

His hunched over posture, unkempt beard, and deep dark circles denoted an exhausted existence. "My name is Guardian" the old man began "I am the god in charge of a distant world, a world different from earth, you have two options." "two options?" The old man nodded, but just before he could respond, he began to sneeze violently. After wiping the slime from his mouth using his faded tunic, he spoke: “The first option is to return to the wheel of transmigration, you would lose all the memories of your life and you would be reborn as a living being somewhere on Earth, this would be what normal."

, but could not free himself from the tight grip. "Yes, if that is so ..." were the confused words of one of the three monks. While two of them carried the unconscious man into his room, the third followed the father and Louis. He had dragged Godric to the forecourt of the monastery and only let him go there. All the monks of the monastery were gathered in the forecourt, at least those who could. “Ah Father Godric! Brother louis! So you will be driving in pairs. ”, Said an older monk for the crowd and smiled gently at the two men. Godric moved away from the demon, had looked at him once more disgruntled, but then smiled just as gently back at the old man. "Brother Gordon." Godric greeted him

"Asmodeus, you're trying to run away after doing evil in our household. Do you think the Thompsons are so easily dealt with?! Since you're here, just leave your life behind!" At that moment, an old voice was suddenly heard. An old man who looked to be almost seventy years old quickly dashed over. With a wave of his hand, an incredible force was felt charging right at Asmodeus! "The Almighty State!" Asmodeus widened his eyes intensely when he felt the old man's attack.

Turns out, living is the hardest part. I don’t want to live anymore. I want to... suddenly, someone knocks on my door. I let out a frustrated sigh. If this is Arles again then I am going to burn him. I leave the bedroom and enter the sitting area before opening the door. The door opens to reveal an old man standing on its other side. Every single hair on his head has turned white including his eyebrows. The wrinkles on his face speak about his age and his hard, calculating brown eyes have a look of intelligence to them that could only be gained by experience. He is wearing a black cloak whose edge rests on the floor lazily. He is quite tall and is lean. He looks cold and distant.

If he had known about it earlier, he wouldn’t have acted so rashly. Kayson asked faintly, “Who sent you?” “Beckham Yoder, please… Please don’t kill me…” Kayson released him. The old man fell to the ground and gasped for air. ”Who are you?” The old man hastily replied, “I’m Ogden. People usually address me as ‘The Wicked One’.” Kayson thought for a while and delivered a palm strike at him, causing him to spurt out a mouthful of blood. After that, he pulled out a charm to catch some of Ogden’s blood.