The Case For A Creator Novels & Stories

That has to be enough. The Progenitor completes its ending just as the Architect arrives. Presence manifesting that dwarfs everything I’ve encountered. Not cosmic force or void entity but something that exists before categories of existence. The thing that designed the First Keeper. That created the framework for realities. That judges whether existence continues or unmakes for redesign. “I am the Architect,” it announces with a voice that resonates through reality’s substrate. “I have observed your demonstration. Nine thousand werewolves died choosing purpose over survival. The Progenitor sacrificed itself proving creation evolved beyond base nature. This is evidence of genuine transcendenc

I feel a little hesitant to tell my story, but I know that it was necessary, so I take a deep breath and release an audible sigh before I begin. It happened two centuries ago, but memories were still fresh in my mind as if it was only yesterday. Flashback two centuries ago... Have you heard about the creators? They are the highest beings, the God of all gods, and the most powerful vital force ever existed. They are also known as the Light and Darkness we cannot see, but we know it was there. They are the exact opposite and are said to be rivals, but one cannot exist without the other. Some say that they are just myths, created by religious groups that wanted to believe in something to give t

“I too have a mate, he used to be incredible and would create the most beautiful things. But as time passed by his ambition grew to the point where nothing he created was good enough in his eyes; I watched him create all of you, and when you were not what he expected you to be he cast you aside like broken toys forgotten. But what he forgot was that he too was created. The universe requires a balance for everything so when he created his perfect humans he never foresaw that they would be a meal for a previous creation he left discarded. I grew tired of his need for perfection, so I left, I took you all out of purgatory, not to wreak havoc but to live freely as intended. You must realize that

So, what kind of being was strong enough to subject all the stars to it? “We had been so prided in our existence that we had forgotten something. We were so many that there was no way we could be considered unique. Having one ball is very different from having millions. With one, we could argue that it came into existence by accident or by choice, but with many, it was clear that there was a maker in place. We stars had ignored one crucial fact. While we were indeed allowed free will in the universe, we were not the creators of it. The fact that it existed, and we existed, meant that there was a creator.” The Red Sun’s words caused a bulb to light up in Kylie’s head, and the answer to her qu

He rubbed his forehead slowly. “That was always the problem,” he muttered. “What do you mean?” Theodore asked. “The Creator isn’t a normal enemy,” He explained. “It doesn’t exist in only one place. It spreads itself across shadows, across fear, across chaos.” My chest tightened. “So even after everything we did…” He nodded grimly. “It can still return.” Theodore growled under his breath. “Then we’ll destroy it completely next time.” I shook my head. “No.” Both men looked at me.

“In chaos there is light and dark, as well as a touch of balance.” “That is correct,” said the goddess. “Can a non-creator god, but with little powers of creation, create something new?” I asked seriously, and the goddess looked at me with a frown. “Theoretically you could say yes, it can be done as long as the person doing it has enough power to make the creation sustainable,” the goddess said. “What is it that you plan to do?” “If I tell you, it's not going to happen,” I said with a smile and walked away.

"Experiments?" "Attempts." "At what?" "Creating something that could exist without a creator." Evelyn stared. "Why?" "Because you wanted to die." Silence. Evelyn's breathing stopped. "I wanted to die?" "Not physically." "Then what?" "You wanted your consciousness to end." "Why?" "Because you discovered the burden of being the first." Elias looked at her. "You were alone." "You created everything." "And everything depended on you." "Nothing could exist without you." "So you searched for something that could continue after you were gone."

"Noah?" "Mmm?" He mumbled. "Nature is so complex and beautiful. Do you think the human's God is real? That he really created everything?" "Yes." He said straight away. I looked up at him, "Why?" "Because no single celled organism could have created a view as beautiful as you."

"I mean, I'm sure Gran will help me figure it out." "Your grandmother is quite powerful and knowledgeable, Genesis, but I doubt she'd be able to help in this case." With my confused stare, he continued, his voice taking on a more serious tone. "Genesis, you were partially shifted the last time I saw you. I'm pretty sure your suddenly crazy power is because of the Oculus, a werewolf relic."

"Every crystal in your cities, every tree in your forests, every drop of water in your rivers—it all came from my realm originally." "Then we will make new matter," Luna declared. "From what source? You are not gods, children. You cannot create something from nothing." Adrian stepped forward, his voice quiet but firm. "Actually, we can." "Impossible." "I spent eons consuming and destroying. But creation... creation requires a different kind of power entirely." He looked at Luna and me with something approaching hope. "Love creates. Sacrifice creates. Even redemption creates." "Pretty philosophy. But philosophy does not reshape reality."