Spawn God Novels & Stories

Despite the sunglasses covering much of his face, his fair skin, prominent nose, and defined features indicated he was very handsome. In her past life, Lindsay had seen a bit of this variety show and knew who the mystery guest was. This was Elric Edgworth, born into a top-tier elite family in the capital, far surpassing even the Harper family's status. Elric was also the reigning esports champion and a super popular gaming streamer, known as "El God" among esports fans. Due to a hand injury, he retired from the esports scene after winning the world championship and decided to venture into the entertainment industry instead.

"Rest in peace, darling." "Luna, how could you?!" "I hope you get hit by a car the moment you leave this place, and then get your innards eaten by a dog!" Johnny finally tore off the civilized facade he was wearing, and started cursing at me with all his heart. "Any baby a monster like you gives birth to is going to be deformed!" "Johnny, this is your brother's flesh and blood…" I turned around and looked at him with a saddened expression, which was helpfully captured on the phone of one of the helpful netizens who had recovered from the pain.

Things that didn’t exist yesterday. The sound they make—gods—it’s wrong. Like bones grinding in a furnace, like something old clawing its way back into the skin of the world. They call themselves the Godspawn. But I know what they really are. Elara’s lies made flesh. The first one lands in front of me. It doesn’t sound like a man when it hits the ground. It sounds like the earth breaking its own spine. Dust shatters into the air. Rocks crack. The smell of sulfur slams into me like a fist. And gods—

(凸ಠ益ಠ)凸 Noah stared into the all-encompassing darkness, looking very much at a loss. “If there is no Haven and no God, then… what is the purpose of my birth and ascension?” Noah could feel the invisible entities sharing a look among themselves. “Actually… to be honest with you… your homeworld, Cradle, is an artificially made world we created specifically to nurture new recruits… so uh… it was made to periodically spawn parentless babies with good specs…” ‘Wow…parentless babies with good specs… that’s one hell of an accurate phrase to describe worldborn!’ (ꐦ ◠‿◠)

said Eirian with a yawn. “Already?!” Dorin asked, surprised. “Well, at least you finally got your phasma core.” “A phasma core?” Dorin asked again. “A thunder god’s phasma core,” Pan Phineas explained. “Since our element has such destructive power, it has been a Heilig tradition to keep our phasma in a cradle or core where it can sleep until we need its power.”

When one becomes a god, they develop two attributes: a godhead, which contains their vitality and grants them immortality; and godspark, which contains all their power. When a godspark is sealed, the god loses access to his or her immense power, but would still have their measureless level of vitality if their godhead is intact. That was what Ray did whenever he spared with his son. He sealed his godspark, effectively cutting him off from his immense power but kept his godhead unsealed. There was only one way to truly kill a god- they must have their godhead destroyed, or sealed. Normally it was difficult to see through a god’s weakness. Unlike the godspark, which was part of the god and cou

"The void isn't empty, Lucas. It’s just waiting for a 'Vibration.' We’re going to give it a 'Symphony'." The launch of the Spore was a galactic event. Every "Resonance-Silk" sail on every world turned toward the Andromeda-Void, casting a combined beam of "Intent" that acted as a localized "Big Bang." The Spore didn't just move; it vanished in a flash of violet light, leaving behind a "Tail of Memories" that would take a thousand years to fade. The Union was no longer just the masters of their own house; they were the "Gardeners of the Local-Group."

he said as he stared at the burning building with the kidnappers inside screaming in pain. “Grim reaper?” confusion was on my face. He shook his head, “Non, I am Doom and I bring death to people.” “What do you mean?” I asked with confusion. He replied with a cold voice, “It doesn’t matter. You will forget about me anyway.” “I won’t… You saved me. I owe you my life,” I murmured. “You will, I will make you,” he softly mumbled as he slowly snapped his finger in front of me.

Nya hoped someday she would have a curvy figure with large breasts, but for now, she used her tiny frame to her advantage and folded herself into the shadows, trying to calm her thundering heart before her hiding spot was given away. He would be by soon; she just knew it. Gavin Cross was a talented hunter, as was his father before him. Someday, Gavin would be a fierce warrior, too, just like his father, Xaver. Though King Zar refused to appoint Xaver to a post higher than King’s Commander for reasons Nya didn’t understand, everyone knew that Xaver was the best warrior in the army and had more kills than anyone else, even King’s General Rok Phin.

The genie turned to the smiling infant child, he said softly to the couple: “I name this child Hector, hoping he can be brave and strong enough to protect those he loves.” After saying that, the god left in the boundless happiness of the other poor couple. They do not know, in that dark corner is a cold gaze looking at the newborn baby, jealousy, greed has rekindled; The thirst to continue living and living under the sun turned a weak boy who was only waiting for his death to become a bloodthirsty demon that could kill everyone in pursuit of immortality. That boy is Pacular Sparker.