The Case For A Creator Novels & Stories

“You are not acting like a king. You are acting like a man possessed.” His hands tighten briefly then loosen like he is forcing himself not to grab me again. “The moon goddess is the reason we exist,” he says, his voice hard and wounded at the same time. “She created us. She bound us. She gave us mates for a reason.” “And I hate her for it,” I say without hesitation. He stares at me like I just confessed to murder. “Why,” he demands. “Why would you hate your creator so much. She made you in her image. In her likeness. Even humans remain faithful to the god who created them. Why can you not.”

Finally, the cosmic tribunal posed the ultimate question that would determine all their futures: "Does the original creator of power retain the right to reclaim that power, even when the creator regrets having given it and the recipients have used it to build meaningful lives?" I stepped into the center of the crystalline space, my voice steady with the certainty that came from having fought too many battles to be intimidated by even cosmic authority: "We are not mistakes to be corrected or experiments to be discontinued. We are a living legacy of what power can become when guided by love and tempered by choice."

"In the beginning, it was just me here. I tended the land, created the flora and fauna. It was my home, and I was happy for the longest time." Sounded lonely to Bailey. "Then, I grew bored. Alone, with no one to share my love of the land with, I simply existed." She gestured expansively. "Then the Creator came. It swept through my land, upending my precious cultivation. It had been watching me from its home, and offered me something I couldn't refuse." "What is the Creator?" Bailey blinked. It was a very broad term without any gender identification. "The Creator is the original Spark. I think Humans call it God, Yahweh, sometimes the Big Bang. It is the catalyst for the beginning of existenc

The First Immortal nodded. “The Creator you struck now carries a fracture in its being.” Rowan scratched his head. “That sounds bad.” “For them or for us?” Seraphine asked. The First Immortal’s eyes darkened slightly. “For reality.” Seraphine stared at him. “Explain.” “When you cut the Creator…” He gestured toward the sky. “…you disrupted a force older than the universe.” The witches stopped working. Everyone was listening now. “The Creators are not simply beings,” the First Immortal continued.

He muses. “I agree. The Creator wanted her to be in human form so her human could die and Abadon could be unleashed into the world. I just don’t understand why The Creator didn’t just let her destroy the world then.” Michael shrugs. “I imagine Le Créateur couldn’t do it because she would continuously die and weaken while she was in heaven. Le Créateur must have needed the balance restored so she could gain her full powers. It’s the only thing that makes sense.”

The next page: "Creation is a complex process that is subject to laws. This is what leads us to ask: Who created us with this perfection? How can a power that can perform a miracle like creation not be classified under the following framework, and if the one who created us is God, then he is worthy of worship" The next page: "There are many reasons, and there are many beliefs and sects, and all this diversity stems from desires and desires , the weak creature knows his destiny and submits to the strongest, and the strongest submits to those who are more powerful than him, and the one who sits on the throne of power is called God, he claims divinity because he subjugated the weakest and becau

“That shouldn’t have failed…” Hades laughed louder. “Great magician, reduced to nothing. Your power is only a copy. A shadow.” Gavriel clenched his fists. “What is going on?!” he demanded. “Explain. Now.” Zander wiped his mouth slowly, his hands shaking. “There are records,” he said quietly. “Older than our kingdoms. Older than the Moon Goddess belief.” He swallowed before continuing. “They say the Creator first made mankind. Man and woman. No magic, no beasts. Just free will.”

“I'm sorry, as much as I wanted to help you. I can't meddle with their lives. I have no power to do that. The Creator. He's the only one who decides if they will live or not." Kairos was suddenly gone. Then I found myself walking to the chapel of the hospital. Right now, all I could do is to pray and beg for Him. The one that Kairos called The Creator. "Kairos says you're a forgivable God," I said as I kneeled on the pew. "He says You're a God of second chances. And You listen to everyone. So, please, if… if You're listening right now. I'm begging you to spare Lenos and Caren's lives. Please save them. They both deserve to live."

“He saved my life. There has to be something.” The Reaper was silent for a long moment, his gaze shifting between Damon’s wound and my stomach. He was the auditor of souls, the final arbiter of life and death. He was looking at the cosmic scales, weighing the life of a Prince of Hell against the potential lives of three beings who could reshape the universe. “There is… a theory,” he said slowly. “A long shot. To counteract a weapon of pure unmaking, you need a catalyst of pure creation. Something forged not from power, but from the echo of the moment power itself began.”

—NEITHER DOES THE ORDER OF THE UNIVERSE PROVE THE EXISTENCE OF A GOD. The worshipers of a God find, especially in the order of the universe, an invincible proof of the existence of an intelligent and wise being who rules it. But this order is only a result of motions necessarily brought on by causes or by circumstances which are sometimes favorable and sometimes injurious to ourselves; we approve the former and find fault with the latter.