Playing God Meaning Novels & Stories

He didn't believe in any god, when he was the Lord of Lif The gods had never meant much to Moriah, though like most men he had been known to make offerings to the earrior before battle, to the smith when he launched a ship, and to the mother whenever his wife grew great with child. He felt ill as he watched them burn, and not only from the smo

"Even if there was a way to bring her back, it would be an impossible one." He froze at her words. "What do you mean by "impossible?" Nothing is impossible." He spoke. My grandmother arched a brow. "Nothing you say? Have you ever killed a deity?" My mouth dropped. What the heck does that mean? "What?" He said through gritted teeth. Grandmother chuckled. "That's exactly how "impossible" your tasked is. No, they are not technically gods, but they can hold the power of one." What is she talking about?

The mighty don't notice the small. Elena said nothing. Her father continued, “They say the War God is mighty and powerful in a way most people will never understand. No one dares speak when he says no. No one even coughs or breathes wrong in his presence. It’s said he fought bravely in the last war. — In all of this, here is the part you need to hear — he needs you just as much as you need him.”

"Ezra..." In the dream, I pushed in, thrusting deep and filled him. Bred him. Pumped my seed inside until it dripped out. Marked him. Owned him. His body shook under me. Hands clawing the sheets. But he pushed back—fuck, he pushed back wanting more. I wanted to break him. In the dream. In real life. Bend him until he knelt. Breed him until he worshipped and called me god. I stroked harder, my fist tight and balls drawing up. I imagined pinning him down, spreading his legs wide and fucking him raw. Until he bled. Until he cried. Until he begged for my cum. "Breed me," he'd say. "Make me yours."

The celestial god had bridged a gap between gods and humans a long time ago. He watched her run in the garden like a three years old child with no care in the world. Her laughter rang in the wind like soft bells. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Adjusting the flowers, he walked toward her confident. His mind was made up, he was going to talk to her, and they were going to be friends. Soon, he got to where she stood with a wide grin plastered on his face. He extended the flowers to her. But to his dismay, she walked past him. He followed her, hoping she’d accept his flowers. But it was almost like he wasn't there. He realized she could not see him. She had no idea someone

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.

him change his mind but all he wanted was to fulfil his dream of bringing his God back to life but then his God turned wild and his whole life changed at that point he realized he was always wrong and the fact that he brought his God back to life was also wrong he wanted to change everything so he wanted to fight his god by himself. His god had made him feel insecure and his life was nothing short of death his mom and dad had died because the sole reason that they wanted love, and hatred had forced him to do some things that he shouldn't have done when he was a kid, but now with the feeling that he could eradicate hatred he brought back his god but his god was evil, so he changed and wanted

Guess this is the divine version, minus the bond. “I mean, great—we’ve narrowed it down to four impossible places to reach,” Nathan snaps. “And the one guy who can get us in has ghosted us for weeks!” I wince. Not at what he said—but how. His voice is full of gravel and knives. But to their credit, none of the gods retaliate. Instead, there’s a pause while the elder gods confer—apparently trying to figure out what “ghosted” and “MIA” mean. “Missing in action,” Selene offers, deadpan. “It’s a military term. Human slang.”

Then they prayed to Ganesha, the god of beginnings and good fortune and the remover of obstacles. After that it was time for Jaimala, exchanging garlands. Siddharth get up and he put garland. Then he knelt to let Advika put another Jaimala on him. Advika smiled as youngsters cheered and clapped for them. The Jaimala symbolizes the partners welcoming each other into their families.

Maia said, losing interest in the situation. “Power of Faith? What’s that?” Blake Jr. asked, interested in the sound of this new power. “It’s when a group of fanatics worship a deity and utilizes the power of faith to strip them of years of their lives so they can become stronger with their cultivation. A loophole for obtaining energy that doesn’t go against Heaven and Earth. Draining the lifeforce of their worshipers with the hope of going to a better place, when all they are doing is sacrificing themselves to another race of beings.” Maia said and looked out like reminiscing on something, then continued. “The old Gods did the same thing until their followers chose a new God and then anothe