Reborn As God Of Destruction Novels & Stories

“But that’s not true. He was never killed. He was… recycled.” Ellie blinked. “Recycled? Like a soda can?” Voss’s lips twitched. “Some guardians are too important to destroy. So the gods forged a cycle. Every time the world neared collapse, the guardian would return. In flesh. In form. In fur.” She gestured toward the beast at Ellie’s side. “That’s him. Not a clone. Not an experiment. The reborn key. The only being strong enough to keep the Chimera locked in Tartarus.”

I was no longer the bleeding, begging omega on the marble floor. I was Seraphina Voss , reborn, armed with beauty and vengeance, sitting at the very heart of the empire that had tried to erase me and I was just getting started.

She whispered to her reflection: “If they want me… they’re not ready for what happens next.” Because Sheraphina wasn’t the same fragile girl she’d been before rebirth. She had survived death once. She wouldn’t bow to the shadows now.

He stood tall, cloaked in a robe of writhing black, crowned with horns of shattered bone, eyes burning like dying stars. “So many have tried to shape this world in their image,” he said. “Gods. Kings. Saints. They all tried to fix it, to change it. And they failed. Why should my ambition be any different?” “Because you’re not fixing anything,” Sarah said. “You’re just destroying it.” “And what is destruction,” he asked, “if not the first step toward rebirth?” Sarah’s jaw tightened. “Then I’m glad you know you’re going to fail.”

“Do you really think that just because you’ve stolen a goddess’s immortality, you have earned the right to call yourself a god?” “Who said I want to be the god of the new world?” He folded his arms across his chest as he towered over me. “My enmity is with your moon goddess and to destroy her. I need to destroy faith in her and that won’t until I obliterate all her worshippers. You see, darling, I don’t wish to save anyone because I, too… have been looking… for my revenge.” His voice turned hoarse with bitterness, and his aura thickened with primal hatred.

Death and Destruction shall prevail, with humanity's sacrifice if it were not for humanity to turn the tide. “This one is similar,” I gesture to another scripture, “Un faux dieu fera tomber les royaumes, éradiquant ceux qui s'opposent à une règle. Une arme doit être créée pour détruire ou sauver. Car la destruction de tout sera une renaissance de la mort, de l'assujettissement et de l'avidité. Bien que l'humanité tombe, le sacrifice de l'humanité inversera la tendance. Pour un seul, peut être l'un et l'autre, l'autre à l'exception des Gémeaux et des parents qui mettront le pendule sur sa trajectoire.” A false god shall make kingdoms fall, eradicating those who oppose one rule. A weapon shall

Edward/Dagon shouted from above. Richard/Amon screamed a challenge at the Elemental Gods. Suddenly, vines sprang up and grabbed onto his arms. Richard/ Amon burnt them off, but four more appeared and grabbed onto his body. Every time he got free, double the vines appeared. They were dragging him down to the ground. Thick ones covering his body, stopping from even wiggling. Ice was starting to cover the vines, making it even more difficult to move or burn them off. “How dare you!” Amon/Richard screamed, “I am a direct descendent of the Demon of Destruction !” “Oh,” said Nerida amused, “That would be impressive, except that we are the Gods of Creation. We banished your Father to the abyss. You

A single teardrop slid down his cheek as he tapped the icon ‘Confirm Self Destruction. He heart twisted with guilt. After all, he had built Roasty all by himself but he had to destroy it. Sometimes in life one had to choose between bad and worse. He closed his eyes and thought about his sweet daughter, Sia, and his lovely yet brave wife Sarah. He imagined playing with Sia on the beach. He imagined that he was lying on the beach with them under a star-studded night. If he was reborn, he would request God to reunite them. He laughed at this thought. From when had he started believing in the existence of God?

Instead of throwing it away or keeping it back in his pocket, he forced it into my mouth. "Animal! That's what you are. And you are meant to eat pieces of cotton," I choked on my tears. "Please!" That was the only word I could utter. "Get your ass out and get ready to visit the hospital," He left the room after saying this. How can God be this cruel? First, I was killed by my boyfriend and best friend, and when I thought I had been given a second chance, I was reborn into the body of a woman who was occasionally abused by her husband and his concubine. I didn't wish for this. He should have allowed me to die and rest in peace. Why did he bring me here to suffer more?

Jensen was confused, and Evie smiled bitterly. “They did not inherit anything because they are the original gods from heaven,” she said. “Returners to ancestry are those deities who entered the cycle of birth. They were born to mortals but they retained their memories and powers as deities.” In her world, when a returner to ancestry was born, as soon as she or he became old enough, he or she would become the ruler of the land automatically. In any case, most of them were born to royalties, as the royalties in her world directly descended from deities.