Old Man God Novels & Stories

Chapter 80: Then There Was Nothing --Drake-- “Fuck! Demi no!” What the hell is she doing? There’s no way Demi can fight against this son of a bitch. He’s way stronger than I anticipated. They don’t call him the God of War for no reason. I am dead tired. I’m blaming it on being out of the game for twenty years or so. I can’t let my fatigue stop me. I have to keep pushing. I can’t let anything happen to Demi.

the older man replied, mixing his blood with a powdery substance while murmuring some incantations. "Why?" The older man smiled sinisterly, "Building my own empire," he stated dismissively as he took in the knitting brows of the younger man. He sighed in annoyance, "I'm using the dead because the dead cannot be killed, but...," he smirked, "they can only be returned to their anode until I'm killed," the older man explained. The man raised the goblet to the moon and chanted out. "Oh, the gods of Life, Oh, the gods of the East,

His figure whizzed and he appeared beside the two. "Age is merciless, even to the proud sons of Heaven. Even War Gods and Demon Gods will grow old. Unless one becomes immortal, we will have to die in the mortal realm someday." The old man shook his head, looking desolate. He seemed not to mind his old sparring partner's jibe. "Old creature, you have forcefully channeled your inner essence too. Although you have won, your demise must be near as well."

I parry away my gaze from him, and said, “No vampires are walking under the sunlight, and I won’t let give him anytime of the night to be with him,” “You think vampires only live in the dark? He was a pureblood leech, no wonder he can stand the heat of the sun,” I turned back to meet his gaze. This time it was softened. “Where’s your proof?” He smirked, “I’m a god. There’s no question for you to doubt me. Meeting them is too easy to see,” “If he is a vampire, why did he need my voice?” “That I cannot tell,” “I thought a god will know,”

“The ones your mother used to tell you and your brothers when you were younger?” “Which ones?” Alex pushed further, leaning against the bookshelf, unsure of where this conversation was headed. He had never seen this side of his father. “The ones of the old Gods and Goddesses,” Kevin chimed in, his eyes distant as he stared out of the window, looking at the sunset. “The Old Gods?” Alex repeated a confused look clouding his eyes. “Yes, like Odin, Loki, Eir, Freya...” Kevin answered, “do you remember the ones I’m talking about? Do you know the stories?”

“Oh wow, and he’s still kicking?” William snorted, “Kicking? The old man looks like a military general in his early 60s and all he ever does is hibernate. Like what the hell, how fair is that?” “Okay, now I know you’re tripping,” Alastor snickered, “Humans age quick, you know, even if they’re half-gods.” Alastor paused, staring at William’s twitching eyebrow. “Not like I’m saying you look old…” he added.

"You're lying! Bastard! Christianity is overrated. But the real Church will rise like a phoenix rising from the ashes.” “What real Church?” “It has nothing to do with your nonsense. What's in your pockets? Is that a religious artifact that could determine the fate of humanity?" “That's more like a conspiracy theory!” the pope laughed. The old man prayed silently. He was still thinking of ways to prolong his life so he could contact someone and hand over this artifact. “Yes! I love this crazy game with my victims!” “Please spare our lives.” “Who cares? I believe your God must be laughing at you now.”

Jesus Graham shut the fuck up. “Nah, not as interesting as that unfortunately. Just admin shit.” “Graham can you get the vinegar please?” Latisha asked, looking at me. Graham sighed and went into the kitchen. “I’m,” she started “Latisha stop it’s fine.” Dimitri looked at her and smiled. “I’m used to the spy shit seriously. It’s his opinion about the job I didn’t come here to debate strippers with him.” “Thanks. Oh god my pregnancy hormones,” she said wiping under her eyes. “Harper please don’t ever let this one go. Promise me.” I chuckled and grabbed his hand under the table.

“Commander, you’re still so efficient, and you’re never procrastinating. That’s why I’m devoted to you. If I were a woman, I would be willing to be your mistress.” Thomas rolled his eyes at him. “Don’t joke.” The two were talking. Right then, an old man walked out of an inner room. He clapped and complimented, “The problem has been solved so easily. The God of War is still so outstanding.” Huh? There was another enemy? Tigris looked over and saw that it was a gray-haired old man with wrinkles all over his face. He should be seventy or eighty years old. Although he was very old, he had a very good spirit.

Late one night, I came across a post asking everyone to share their wedding photos. I was about to leave mine in the comments when I saw a pinned reply. It was a set of wedding photos of my wife and my cousin. My mind went blank. I clicked into the poster's profile. There were more than a hundred posts, and almost all of them were wedding photos. I scrolled all the way down and opened the first one. At the top of the comments was a message from my childhood best friend: [Finally public! I've been waiting forever for this. Wishing you two a lifetime together!] Right below it was my mother's comment: [You both look wonderful. Take good care of each other.] There were also comments f