Old Man God Novels & Stories

An old man shouted at Mickey, "It turns out that you've reached Heaven Ascension. No wonder you are so arrogant. Teach me something if you can!" The elderly man walked forward as he spoke and slowly drew a wooden stick from his clothing. Everyone's eyes were on Mickey. Mickey frowned and looked at the old man. "Who are you? Can you tell me your name?" "Monty Hondulez, an elder from Beggars' Sect," the old man said. Mickey nodded and said, "Since you are the elder of the Beggars' Sect, maybe I'll be the one who learns a thing or two instead." Then he slowly walked toward Monty.

It was opened in a real sense, not a word to describe an action. The wooden door was directly opened from the middle, and the old man whom she had seen last night appeared in front of the two. "What did you just say? Say it again." Allen Peterson looked at the man in front of him, his hands trembling for some reason. "It's good to call the God formula, but it's only useful for people with consciousness. Why don't you try it?" Hearing this, the old man became more excited. He grabbed Allen Peterson's collar and asked, "who did you hear that? And why did you know these two recipes?"

by Ethan Choi His name is Thorran Savage although he preferred to be called by one syllable nickname “Thor”. Yes, just like the God of Thunder, he’s our god. We call him our god because we had no other choice. Thor is the strongest of the strongest hence there is no comparable word other than god.

Author's Pov.:- " God! A huge salute to you guys. Your work is incredible. God! I'm so tired in just one round " Maverick said to the rescue team men as he helped them carry an old lady on the stretcher. They have rescued the sufferers from their houses and now they have come back to the camp as it's evening and now there's no more news of any stuck sufferers.

Soul damage is tricky as the old man will not get rid of the hurt anytime soon. "Thank you for the help Zenking god but I would politely decline the offer. I don't think a pet god is such a good occupation of tutor in," the old man resisted the Zenking god's hospitality. "It's not like you have a choice pathetic god since I'm not taking no for an answer," the fat god said and as he was about to chant and implement slave art unto the old grandfather, the void ream suddenly trembled. That would be absurd since how can a realm shake?

“You are the bride of a god.” Her breath caught. “Bride… of a god?” Her fingers tightened around the ring. “What bride?What God” She has never met any God let alone to consent to any marriage. Wait he couldn’t possibly mean his bride right? She gasped as it dawned on her she was referring to himself. So he is a God? Ivana stood there confused as several thoughts flooded her mind. “Yes, mortal.” His eyes bore into her. “And being bound to you…” His jaw clenched. “Only deepens my hatred for humans.”

Hearing the God of War's words, the old man's old eyes flashed with wisdom. "Release that woman and treat her well." The old man said lightly! The God of War frowned. When had the Holy Court ever been afraid of other people's threats? However, he did not dare to disobey this wise old man's words. "Yes." The God of War cupped his hands and turned to leave respectfully. "The master of Heaven's Gate should have come from that ancient country, right?" The old man muttered.

Humans may fear him or adore him for his power, but in Grass' eyes, he is nothing but a coward. Grass was Alpha Adam's Beta before Alpha Adam left the pack to live among humans. He lives now as Don, the big boss of the Mafia; some refer to him as the Godfather but behind all that quote-impressive title is a disgraced Alpha who runs away from its own pack. What Alpha would do that? Only an Alpha who feels incapable of doing its duties will!

The first time I went to the boutique to try on wedding dresses, I stumbled upon the staff playing their game of “Guess the Bride.” The big screen inside was displaying the package my fiancé had reserved. Eager to snag the commission, the makeup artist spoke up first: “I remember the bride is petite and delicate. She looks absolutely stunning in a mermaid dress.” The photographer chime in: “She has straight bangs and two dimples when she smiles.” “Oh, right—and a red mole on her collarbone. She looks best in an off-shoulder gown.” I froze right on the spot. I had waist-length, voluminous waves, no dimples, and certainly no mole. The person they were describing fit my best friend—Charlotte Ho

asked an old man standing in the sky, his eyes fixed on the forbidden land's door. "Well, let's see. If this kid really has the key, there's no harm in fighting the whole world. Because maybe we can create a new god for this world!" said the old woman beside him with a smile and high hopes when mentioning gods. All the elders who were hiding now had one hope and one desire that had become their lifelong obsession: to reach a higher level called godhood. That was their hope. Perhaps everyone also hoped to become a god, especially in this world that had lost its direction.