The God Ask Novels & Stories

Mu Zi asked, "Can you say it now? Who exactly is the person I'm looking for, and where is he now?" The Divine Mother, however, asked her in return, "You clearly know the answer in your heart, why do you still come to ask me?" Mu Zi froze, her face changing slightly, "...... What do you mean by that?" "Things that you already know the answer to, but you repeatedly ask others, why? Do you have no confidence? Or ...... do you wish to find different answers to deny yourself?" The goddess smiled as she gazed at Mu Zi with a kind smile, "Seekers ask for guidance, I only receive guests who don't have the answer in their hearts, little girl, please go back."

"I am the technical GOD - he explained - blagging to the real GOD of CODE. Eigen seemed happy enough to humour the lad, letting him run his mouth without once interrupting. Until the end. "Do you know who I am?" he asked, grin widening so far it almost swallowed them whole. He would have, if not for Miaka's pleas. "Please let him live," she begged the old GOD, trying to save the new. Eigen paused, closing his giant mouth and reeling in his thick tongue and teeth. "I won't."

The mighty don't notice the small. Elena said nothing. Her father continued, “They say the War God is mighty and powerful in a way most people will never understand. No one dares speak when he says no. No one even coughs or breathes wrong in his presence. It’s said he fought bravely in the last war. — In all of this, here is the part you need to hear — he needs you just as much as you need him.”

"Fourteen packs under single authority for fifteen years. They have infrastructure." "We have you," I said to Mira Voss. She looked at me. "Yes," she said. "You do." She looked at the letter. "The Chosen received personally. Valdis has specific questions that only you can answer." She paused. "What do you think those questions are."

Feeling confused and light-headed, I made my way to the dining table and sat. Gideon was watching me with a rigid look. “I believe that the Moon Goddess is speaking with her,” he informed Gavin and I looked up at the pair with a frown. “Why?!” I growled then added, “What does she expect from me?” Shrugging, Gideon told me to ask her about it in my thoughts, and I rolled my eyes at him in disbelief. “I'm supposed to ask her the same way I speak to my wolf,” I inquired, and he said, “Yep, but ask HER directly.”

“If the gods did exist, they’ve never protected us. They’ve never helped us. Everything we do is the work of our own hands.” “Is it? Then let’s not think of rewards and blessings. What about divine punishment and scourging, little one? When the gods are angry, they strike down the unworthy and make known their wrath, don’t they?” “Please. I don’t need stories, I need answers. And I’ll either get them or I’ll leave you be. It’s your choice…Lady Ash.”

Ya! Ask" Magixtio replied in a calm tone. " So, I will be asking a couple of questions to you, are you okay with that? " Vis straightforwardly asked. " Well, let me hear the questions. " "Okay, the first question — just what is the God system? " Vis asked with a serious tone in his voice.

replied the little dragon to the deputy leader of the flower peak's question about the gods. "So, do we not have a single god to worship?" The little dragon froze for a moment, as the question asked by the Deputy Flower Peak felt familiar to him. Long ago, when he was with the golden dragon emperor, he had once asked the dragon emperor the same question. But the answer made the little dragon immediately fall silent, unable to speak. He still remembered how the dragon emperor smiled while explaining what faith was.

"No. I am serious, Iram. Can't we just go and ask the Moon Goddess to change her mind? Maybe if I would be the one to ask her, she might reconsider. You know... we're both ladies, so she might understand..." He chuckled again. This time, he turned to me, pinched my nose, and looked me in the eye. "Do you often talk to your God as a human, Amarantha?" he asked curiously. I looked up and thought for a second. Then I shook my head as my answer. "Then the answer is no," he said with finality. "Why not?"

Wonderfully made, as if the Goddess wanted to show off her skills when she created him. There’s not a hint of shame on his face. No indication that he’s lying. “And they all talk to you?” I ask He shakes his head. “No. Not all of them.” “How…how do you know it’s the gods talking to you?” Johnathan turns his head to look at me. “I just do.” “How though?” I ask, frustrated by the vague answer. “You are taking this remarkably well,” he says dryly, ignoring my question. “How else am I supposed to take it?”