Responsibility As A God Sparking Zero Novels & Stories

Once everything was in order, I gathered every gift Jasper had ever given me and burned them all. Under cover of darkness, I took my son in my arms and boarded the next flight out of the country. The following day, the banquet hall was full of guests who were here for the celebration, but there was no sign of me anywhere. Jasper called my phone over and over again, but every call went straight to voicemail. Panic crept in. Something felt very wrong. He raced home but found nothing on the nightstand but a single note. 'The Gamma homeworld has summoned me back to my planet. I'm taking the kid and ditching the dad. Don't miss me. Don't wait up.'

“Not without him tearing the veil completely. Nature is strict, and we can only intervene when the situation has escalated to our doorstep. Otherwise, we would have intervened years ago, and you wouldn’t have evolved into what you are today.” The Goddess’s words felt like a slap in the face. “That—” “It is what it is, and that’s why we came here,” said the god of Sleep. “We didn’t come here on a whim. Things are tense everywhere, and we just want to support you, bless you, strengthen your powers, and give you the guidance you need to accomplish what you must.” “It’s a huge responsibility for the five of us,” Vladimir said without hesitation. “And it all feels strange.”

The clouds became darker as lightning of heavy strikes shook the earth, and the humans knew that the only way for them out at the moment, was the cry out to the Almighty, Creator of God's, and the owner of the heavens and earth. "I am going to make anyone responsible for this pay dearly, I Swear by the God of the heavens." Odell with extreme confusion, but rage covering his eyes spoke with much intention, because not only is it impossible to him for a God to die, but knowing the fact that his father was killed. "Odell you have to stay calm and be in control..." "How can you tell me to stay calm at a moment like this, Barak!" Odell never lets Barak end his sentence by cutting him off in a rag

Nobody was created or was born naturally crazy. It's just that they created their illusion because of the environment they grew up in and the way people around them brought them up. It's their choice that they decided to act crazy when reality they are not. However, if they want to remain crazy then I will go crazy with them. Coming out of my thoughts I glare at Ambrose. "Then you should have looked for Hailey to take his head. I am Sr. Claire NaronzoThe woman in service of God. Not a mate. Not a creature like you or the bloody Jenna Harrison." I said and straighten my clothes.

He even attempted to rebuild his stoic persona as the city's pious scion, but with the insiders exposing him, he quickly became a laughingstock across the internet. Even the most capable employees of Moore Corporation started jumping ship one after another. Hannah had no choice but to step in herself, but she lacked the ability to turn things around and ended up dying from exhaustion. With her funeral, Moore Corporation officially went under. Now that the Moores were drowning in debt, Evan even tried his luck at becoming an influencer. He forced Jadon to appear in the videos for views—Jadon was shockingly thin at such a young age. I only realized all these when Jadon came looking for me.

"I have rarely had colour in my life except if you count the constant wars between the deities. Perhaps mortals think that having ultimate powers is a blessing but Gods have a harder task than they believe. We have our own worlds to watch as well as those that have been created. Whilst intervention is rare, we still have to keep an eye on things, at least those who care do. I myself, do not." He bristled and exited, slamming the door behind him. Heading back to his desk he covered his face in his hands, breathing deeply and heavily. How he wished he could believe that what he was doing would provide the outcome he desired but already Isaac's soft, yet cutting voice was severing his will. How

the three-woman wanted peace for women and children and Blake having had a rough childhood didn't want the same for the children so he embraced his destiny to be a savior. "With great power comes great responsibility" his mum had said to him and he realized that Maria was a fan of Spiderman, he had just copied Uncle Ben's line and threw it in his face. For Blake this Responsibility apart from making sure Gerald Wallace was wiped from the history books, was peace and a life for children and women. Not that he didn't care much about the men but they were the vulnerable ones. His newfound mission instantly made him a hero among the weak, now murals of the fearless Don and paintings were hanging

“And we’ve done it. We’ve turned something that could destroy into something that protects. That… that’s what matters.” Rowan feels a flicker of warmth from the bond, steady and comforting, reaching through her chest like a quiet heartbeat. She exhales slowly. “It’s more than power now. It’s responsibility. And we have to make sure every choice we make honors it.” Azeriel’s gaze sweeps over the distant villages, the rivers, the forests scarred by earlier eruptions but now green with regrowth. “The fire can’t just stay here,” he says. “People need to know it’s theirs too—not in their hands, but in their hearts. To inspire courage, to remind them they’re stronger than fear.”

Matteo says. “No,” Ezra replies. “They’re giving us responsibility.” That lands harder. Because responsibility means consequence. Whatever we do next— Will matter. A lot. “They’ve matched our observation,” I say. “Yes.” “They’ve aligned with our frame.” “Yes.” “Which means they can interpret our actions.” “Yes.” Matteo rubs his face. “Okay. So basically, anything we do now is going to be understood.” “Yes.” “And probably reflected back at us.” “Yes.” He lets out a breath.

I felt responsible for each person that was on our side. My mate was bearing the weight more than anyone else because the mission was to rescue Candice and Daphne. We would save as many as we could, but the ultimate goal was to secure them. No matter what any of us said, she still held onto the guilt that everyone was literally putting their lives on the line. Reika said that it was in their nature. They were the Goddess’ authority on Earth. So, they felt the same type of responsibility for all of us just as the Goddess did for her creation. As much as I hated them feeling that type of pressure, I could understand it.