The Case For A Creator Novels & Stories

Charles raised his hand for silence. “You’ve not only transgressed human norms and laws, doctor”, he said, “but also those of God who tells us the creation is solely his work, and procreation should only occur between a man and a woman, and naturally. You’ve created something in a test tube and that is against nature, violating the laws of nature and God. And not satisfied with that, you used the blood of our Lord Jesus Christ to make such a blasphemous creation, pretending to pass it off as such in the eyes of men, and that’s why we don’t recognize it, because that product is not our Lord...!”

“And the act of creating you may also have been intentionally designed to obstruct justice.” Silence. That distinction landed. Mara stepped forward. “The creator and the created are not automatically the same moral subject.” Root nodded slowly. “Exactly.” Elias looked at Jonah. “Did your source intentionally create nineteen continuations?” “Yes.” “Did you individually choose to be created?” Long pause. “No.” Good. “Did you individually choose the timing?” “No.” “Then even if the source used your existence strategically…” “…that does not necessarily make your existence fraudulent.” The deep layer went quiet.

What is the fucking point? “You created them?” she splutters, patting her chest. “We’re called Gods for a reason, not just because of our astonishing power, but because we create things, some of us more than others or for different reasons,” I explain, slowly sitting back when I hear her breathing even out. “So, all supernaturals were created by the Gods?” “For varying reasons, but yes.” “So why did you create raitruums?” she asks with intrigue. Well, I fucking opened myself up to that one.

The End answered quietly. Existence. The Creator's face changed. No. Arielle turned toward her. You know it. The Creator shook her head. I thought it was only a theory. What theory? The Creator looked at Dawn. That existence itself might someday become hungry. Cassian frowned. That makes no sense. The Creator nodded. I know. But when you create enough worlds, enough life, enough possibilities, something happens. What? The Creator looked toward the sky. The universe begins to want more.

Kieran sat in the preparation tent, elbows resting on his restless knees, hands loosely clasped in front of him. Tanaka and Brock were just kicking around, wasting time until the match starts. His heartbeat was steady, neither calm nor agitated. Just ready. He wasn’t really a religious man; if he were given two options of believing that there is a god or not, he would choose to believe God exists. Since he thinks that for the universe to exist, it must have a creator. The Big Bang theory, a good theory mind you, just doesn’t make sense that something came from nothing, as 'nothing' is the absence of something.

“Tell me why I should consider this?” “Your curse would exist as long as you are Yaweh’s son and to be honest I wasn’t able to study Crocell—I am fascinated at the creation of life, especially rare circumstances such as your situation.” The god said and somehow I felt like there is a glimmer in his eyes that I can’t decipher. A glimmer of light that is akin to longing.

This whole planet was an experiment of the first creator. It took a good billion years before the humans came into play. The little boy in my arms, eating as I look out at all the people here ,hiccups. He looks completely surprised by it. I smile as I look into his eyes. Yes, the creator is still there, but he has never experienced anything like hiccups. This little boy is my world, and he needs to be our world, for as long as it takes to make him the best god he can be. Not many parents get to raise a god. I do believe I am the only one who has ever existed to have the privilage.

Even the royal family can not control their Primordial Chaos magic as they need the blessing of Chaos, which they can only get from their ancestor, Samael. Creation Manipulation: the action or process of bringing something into existence, Creation magic is a form of magic that allows the users to shape various objects like weapons, armour, etc, Goddess of war Marcella possess this kind of magic, she can anything into a reality but there is a limit, magic comes with a price. -

Enoch looked down at Debra and Marion. "If there's a creator out there making universes and humans, why can't we be creators too?" Debra felt sick. "So what? You trashed families and did all this crap just to feed your ego?" "Not me," Enoch said coolly. "The Osborne family. The four families found the truth. The world has a creator. They could've used it to make things better, but they didn't. My ancestors saw how brutal this world is. They swore to build a perfect one. The mission passed down, and after generations' hard work, we've finally cracked it."

Zaykee bombarded him with lots of questions. "I am Uzden Trilo, the founder of these creatures. I created them from the past centuries. I am sure you'll question why I lived this long. I'll answer that, "The answer is simple, I won't make things harder for you to understand. I am immortal, I don't die because one of the gods cursed me for creating these creatures. "According to them, gods and goddesses only have the right to make life and nature. Well, I created life and at the same time, soldiers, to protect humanity