The God Ask Novels & Stories

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.

Nothing but a long, white robe that was off the ground. But I knew in my heart that he wasn't a guy. With his jaw clenched and his back straight, the boy moved ahead of me. He declared, "You are a god." The stranger smiled. "Just one of several," the man replied. However, I'm the first. When your fire gets out of control, the others will follow. Killian stepped between us and hissed. "What are you looking for?" The god said, "I came to give you a choice."

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 ?'

"But-but you should not be uncomfortable with showing softness, not around me. I do not think any less of people who emote fondness." The God bristled and his eyes darkened. A flash of anger radiated and one could also see fiery sparks ignite. His fist clenched and the temptation to crack the mortal across the skull was hard to resist but he couldn't. Anyone else would have felt the full force of his fury but instead he turned, biting his lip sharply. "To address a God as such is an insult," he hissed between gritted teeth "none as accustomed to being questioned by a mortal and none should be. Such a transgression would normally mean your skin would be split open by countless lashes; do you

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

The temple of Ash is quiet as I sit in the middle. I am alone for the first time, my hands flat on the floor, my eyes closed. I've been sitting here waiting for something to happen. God hasn't returned back from wherever he went, and his wife has stayed silent since telling me that I could choose or not to drip my blood in her temple, and let her rise again. The choice was mine. I had alot of questions, but I didn't think that she would have the answers. I wanted to ask God why he was trying to bring her back. Would he bring back her temples, her place of worship?