Old Man God Novels & Stories

We were watching TV one day when one of us accidentally changed the channel to an interview with a pilgrim. It was Morgan. He looked like he'd aged decades. He was so worn that I almost couldn't recognize him. The footage showed him chanting while worshiping at the feet of the gods he was praying to. I was taken aback and dazed by this. He'd never believed in these things in the past, even casting aside the protective talisman I'd gotten him. Now, however, he sincerely got on his knees and bowed before the gods.

"Yes, he was that Casper ancestors grandson and had been the oracle for a very long time until he decided to retire after his wife and all immediate family members died. It is hard to outlive all your family members you know. Loneliness soon overtakes you even though you have people around you. That is why no one likes immortality if his loved ones are going to be dead. What is the need thereof? That made perfect sense. "But the old man I met didn't seem lonely at all," I thought to myself. "That's because all the years he has been alive have taught him how to deal with it and he doesn't stay at the same place and he stopped concerning himself with things of the mortal world. He lives as a g

The grip was strong that I had to hold back a whince. The shadow moved and it raised both hands. “I am sorry,” a man’s voice said quickly. “I did not mean to scare you.” He stepped into the last bit of light and I finally got a look at him. He was older, maybe fifty and wearing simple dark clothes and boots covered in dirt. A gardener. That was what he looked like. “I waved at you earlier when you first came to the estate,” he said. “I guess you did not see me.” I remembered the silhouette now, the man in the distance near the rose bushes. I chuckled nervously and tried to calm my breathing.

The cloud continued to rumble as it prepared its next blow. The old man chuckled to himself bitterly, muttering, "Seven more, but I can't even throw another punch anymore. It's so hard to become a god… So many had died before me from the very same Thunder Raid. I guess I'm no different." It was then that a middle-aged man with snowy white hair showed up. He appeared to be casually strolling on a footpath, yet in the blink of an eye, he was standing next to August. The old man raised his head. "Oh. Great Master Forn. You've come."

James’s words about his father being dead had left a scar too deep for a child to understand. I wiped his tears away and looked straight into his eyes. “The papa who baked cakes with you? That man is gone. The one out there now, the man they call the ‘Don Hill’… he’s the one who hurt us, and we don’t want him anymore, okay?” Xavier blinked and then nodded slightly. He buried his face in my chest and began to cry softly. I let him cry. At least, crying was better than keeping it all inside.

He swats the man's hand when he's about to touch his face. "Feisty. Perfect for a dark mage." The man said licking his lips. "Who are you and what is this place?" he asked calmly. "Where in the place where the curse began. The place where the deities thought they won.' The guy said... "Y-you are- "Rowan. I'm glad you know me." he said "I'm not though." he sassed. Rowan chuckled and circling him. "What do you want from me, old man?" Though Rowan by age is way older, his appearance remained in his prime age.

I said to myself did Conner really do this trap just to keep his family safe? That’s when I started realizing that I might have misjudged you. This man is willing to do everything for his family.” He said that with conviction and a smile on his face. This time his smile was not mockery, but relief and trust. I looked at Mr. Yates with eyes full of determination. “I swore on my grave that I will never be like my father and yes I will definitely do everything that I can to keep my family protected and safe. That is why I wanted to talk to you today to get some assurance that you will never bother my wife again.” Mr. Yates let out a soft laugh, “You truly are a man who can show his own strengt

It's strange how I didn't realize he it. "Because she is." He sighs. "Please eat and then we can talk." I slowly obey him, taking a few seconds interval to look at him and then back at my food. "What kind of god are you, Nathan?" I pick the food in front of me. "You said that you would answer my questions, right, so here I am waiting for some answers." "And you didn't waste a second to jump into asking." I catch a small glimpse of his smirk before he says. "I am a god that manipulates time."

“It wasn’t easy, seeing as I’ve failed before, but I’ve finally succeeded this time. Had I gotten it down the first time, I’d be in the Third-grade ultimate god-level like you guys right now!” “You should be happy! The fighting prowess of First-grade ultimate god-level is good enough! You have no idea how many people want so badly to break through into the ultimate god-level. More importantly, you’ll be able to live for two hundred years once you’ve broken through into the ultimate god-level!” an old man from the Cabello family chimed in with envy. “Sigh… Look at me. I’m only in the elementary level of the true god-level at this age. I don’t know if I’ll ever break through to the ultimate go

The regrets surged. I didn't flinch. --- When I opened my eyes, the sun was setting. Hours had passed. I was still standing. My face was wet with tears I didn't remember crying. My throat was raw. But I was still standing. Fenra watched me from the edge of the circle. Her three eyes were unreadable. "You didn't break." "I almost did." "Almost is not broken." She stepped into the circle and placed a hand on my shoulder. "You're ready. As ready as anyone can be to face a seven-hundred-year-old Null who wants to become a god."