The God Ask Novels & Stories

“What did you do?” “I didn’t deserve him. I was horrible. I’m horrible.” -**He also used to buy me pads. And roll-on. And body spray. He understood my body more than I did.**- “What did you do, Mpumi?” Dave interrupted, “What is God?” He was sitting with his brother the whole time. He brought himself closer to Dion and Mpumi. It was night time, after meal. The question went unexpected. Mpumi sat up to try to give a response, “It’s a question of, who not what.”

THE heavens never spoke in whispers. They roared. Kael knelt at the edge of the celestial dais, his skin stripped of its golden glow, blackened now with the mark of divine betrayal. The air around him shimmered with judgment, each breath thick with the rancid stench of mortality. Above him, the gods loomed, their faces carved from the cold light of eternity. Their eyes held neither pity nor forgiveness—only a cruelty as infinite as the stars. “You, the god of storms, who once commanded the skies,” boomed the All-Father, his voice rattling the cosmos, “have desecrated the sacred laws. You dared to love what is beneath us. A mortal. A fleeting ember among our eternal flame.”

He's here for me, I know it. Usually, when I know someone is trying to get close to me, I avoid them at all cost. For example, Micah, the Virtue Humility lives upon the Moon also, but we keep our distance. Any time we cross the line between each, something bad happens. "Are you The Moon?" I ask him. It's not a completely absurd question. Many assume there is a mortal like embodiment of his power. Damon laughs. "I wish. No, I'm just a kid who works for him."

I put my hand on his chest. “Still not giving up?” I asked, crossing my legs. His eyes went directly to them and he groaned, eyes coming back to mine. “No.” He took a sip of his drink. “Just a kiss Harper.” It didn’t sound like a question more a demand and as his lips hovered over mine I stood up.

My breath caught as I stood before the core, where the towering statue of the Moon Goddess loomed, serene and powerful, illuminated by a silvery glow that seemed to pulse with life. “Goddess!” I called out, my voice echoing through the serene temple. “I need answers, and you must give them to me,” I demanded, my tone unwavering. Staring into the carved, ethereal face of the Moon Goddess, I pressed on. “Who is the girl that keeps appearing in my dreams?” My voice trembled slightly, but I forced it to remain steady. “Is she my mate?” I paused, hoping for even the faintest sign of a response, but the silence loomed heavy around me.

Once I had satisfied his bashful disbelief, a rather interesting mix of emotion on a man usually so sure of himself, I waited for him to state the true purpose of his visit. When he told me he had something to ask me, I didn’t know if my heart or my genitals got more excited. While my heart had no invitation to be acting out because of him at all, my genitals certainly did. A smallish, dusty and yet seemingly perfectly functioning corner of my brain conjured up at least two hundred images of possible outcomes should his question be of the carnal variety.

he laid on it and closed his eyes . “why do you try ? a man , strong vibrant and wild the sun God. asked the woman standing by his side looking down at the puddle of water . looking at another story unfold. this time she had weaved a different timeline, a different destiny. desperate to unite the descendants of her two sons

' The question has kind of rummaged around in my head for a while now. 'A God ? What makes you think that there is more than one ?' He retorts, arching one eyebrow. 'Siri told me about Your kind, that Jötnars are chaos powers. I assumed there was more than one then'. I explain. 'I can't tell you much; only that I am not the only one of my kind'. Tjalfe looks philosophically at the night sky, taking a pause for effect. 'Am I a God ? Are there other Gods ? And is there a main God ? If I should answer that you will first have to tell me, what is God ?'

He clapped his hand over his mouth before the question left him, feeling a heat burning his cheeks. "Since you are new and you realised your error, I will overlook that small transgression," Am Heh looked fixedly at him. "As for whatever question you have, I am sure you will find whatever answers you seek along the way." Before Ishaq could thank him, the door was knocked, echoing in the room. The God looked over, beckoning for the waiting male to enter. A tall, lanky creature, eyes so dark they could be seen as black. Scars littered his exposed flesh, remnants of this life and the one he had come from.

He had his hand holding up his chin with his elbow on the table like this was the most interesting meeting he had ever attended. Everyone started to look around to see who had their hands raised. There were only a few Gods who raised a hand. Boreis looked at the 4 Gods who's hands were raised and raised an eye brow. Exodus and Luther were the obvious ones but The God of Fortune was a complete surprise. He already assumed that The God of light would say he could. All Boreis could do was roll his eyes while freezing The God of pain and sufferings drink. As Algea The God of pain and suffering looked up at him with a menacing smirk, Boreis froze Algeas hands solid before teleporting next to The