Spawn God Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 113: THE UNBORN GOD The "Lagos-grit" had taught me that a god isn’t born in a temple; a god is born in the dark, usually when someone is screaming for their life. And looking at the black, oily mess pooling on the High Queen’s white carpet, I realized I was about to witness the most expensive birth in the history of the Void.

I would end up dragging the pack down and lead them to suffer. I didn’t go to school, but the Goddess gave me knowledge. I’m very intelligent, and she gave me her own education to accompany my rebirth. She also allowed me to learn quickly, no matter what I was being taught. That is why, despite only having a short time to formally train, I was picking it up like a sponge.

He looked at me, waiting for me to talk. “I’m pregnant”.

“Somehow I knew he was going to be an Australian Aboriginal, but in fact I was only confirmed this when I began to compose his special connection with the creation spirits of the Dreamtime and with your totemic animal. With a spirit world that—” He stopped. — Well, that exists or does not exist? The audience looked at him mesmerized. By this time, all chairs were occupied and some people were standing at the back and sides. "I mean, is there a god or a spirit?" Damien continued. — Yes, there is. minds of people who believe. But what about measurable, scientific, real reality?

Amari asked scrunching her face and reaching over to check her phone. "It says if any man be in Christ , he's a new creature, old things have passed away behold all things are become new." Aunt Marie said nodding her head and smiling. "You said in your prayer last night when I came back that God should let me find happiness in him and peace." "Yes." "I'm heavy on the word peace." Amari sniffles "and I opened to a page in the Bible, Genesis, God is Almighty and powerful and then I prayed after and I felt that peace."

James admitted. “I love the feel of a classic. It’s all mechanical keyboards for me,” Tres said, shutting he computer back down. James paused. “Let me guess. You’re descended from Hephaestus, right?” “Right you are, bro. It’s not that big a deal though. Everyone here is descended from a god at one point or another. It’s not like we go around claiming allegiance and all that as if we were living out a Percy Jackson book or something. Like with me, mostly you can only tell which divine ancestry someone has from their interests and hobbies and skills and what not.” Tres laughed loudly. “My mom, she grew up Catholic. She totally freaked when my dad spilled the beans after they got married. Dad s

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Logan carefully put me down, then charged at Niles and they started fighting fiercely. My back hurt so much that I gasped for air. But just then, a bold idea flashed through my mind. Looking at Sophie acting crazy, I knew we couldn't keep the rebirth secret any longer. But more than the rebirth, I needed to create a role for myself. One that could guide Logan to the path I wanted. Logan and Niles were natural enemies. They fought many times. No one had won yet. While Logan was distracted, Niles grabbed Sophie and ran.

She snatched a glass of water off the table beside her and flung it at him. The water froze midair. Every droplet suspended, glistening. Adam tilted his head, amused. “Better.” Then he waved a hand and all at once, the droplets reversed course, gathering back into the glass as if time itself obeyed him. Her blood ran cold. He smiled. “Welcome to Level Two, darling. Here, I’m God.” Her voice shook. “Then I’ll learn to kill God.” His smile faltered. “That’s the problem with you, Lola. You mistake rebellion for healing.”

My heart began to pound in my chest, with shaky hand I reached out again, immediately I brushed my fingertips against the cold metal surface, I recoiled instinctively as if burnt, shivers shot down my spine as I glanced around nervously, my breath coming in sharp and ragged intakes. Where the hell was I?! I mean I know I’m in my room but why the hell am I in my room?! I fucking died! Is this my after life?! Why can I still feel my body without any scratch or pain, what the -, the loud blaring of my phone intercepts my thoughts, my heart hadn’t stop racing a bit, infact it’s rate increased with every passing second, with shaky hands I slowly reached for my phone, “ NOVAN” was written boldly o