The God Ask Novels & Stories

"What did you think lived there?" "Who are you?" she asked. Something shifted in his expression — so quick she almost missed it. Something that might have been surprise, as if he hadn't been asked that question in a very long time. "Kael," he said. "Seventh god of war. Currently fallen, stripped of divinity, and apparently summoned by a mortal girl in a cold room." A pause. "You may want to be afraid." "Should I be?"

Who wouldn't fall for such a man? As much as I hate to admit it, I am falling terribly. "Do you know what gods like?" I say, my voice barely above a whisper. He shakes his head. “Tell me.” "Sacrifices and thanksgiving," I say. "Oh? And how do I go about it, my goddess?" he asks, his voice low and seductive. "Get down here and kiss me.”

The man looked at Samuel and was stunned. Then he smiled again and said, "I know what you want to ask, but I have told you before that there are some things you should not know." "Or, you'll know when the time comes. Why are you so persistent?" Samuel laughed softly and said, "I naturally don’t dare to disturb you. However, this question is related to you." "My problem?" The man asked doubtfully. Samuel nodded. "I want to ask you, with your strength, are you a True God?"

Sapphire asked. "Catrina could open it as she is not a living being but she is not a ghost either, it is complicated. We are here to seek help from the god." He turned to look at the god who has been quietly listening to them. "What do you need?" Terrick bow his head and Catrina followed suit. Raising his head to look at the god but not in his eyes, he said

So he agreed to Xiao Chen's first request and immediately asked Xiao Chen for his second wish. "This... I want to know about the demon god!" Xiao Chen said telepathically to the Snow Sect Patriarch. The Snow Sect Patriarch's face immediately changed, and not only that, his aura also escaped upon hearing the name of the demon god. "Why are you asking me about the demon god? Have you found where the demon god lives? Or are you connected to the demon god?" asked the Snow Sect Patriarch telepathically, but his aura accidentally escaped and made the people around him a little unable to control themselves.

Casting a hand across the surface but not touching, I call out to the higher powers of both gods. 'I need answers, if the God's be willing? Please, show me a positive YES.' I stand still with bated breath and hope I have their favour today. I don’t often ask outright for help. I watched as the rose petals form a circle in the centre of the bowl and began to turn slowly in unison. They stay in the same pattern and motion for a few moments making it clear it’s an answer. This is from Khonsu, I can sense it. I hope I have also piqued the interest of the other realm gods in connecting this way.

He made her legs wrap around his waist and made her sit properly, while she was dying inside with everything he was doing to her. “Open your eyes, princess,” he demanded and she did as he said. She opened her beautiful eyes for him which were surely red because of squeezing them shut every time she felt shameful. “Do you believe in God?” He asked her out of the blue. Him asking about God suddenly was indeed unexpected. Though she did not understand his motive, the answer within her was crystal clear. She nodded slowly. “So telling lies is God’s lesson?” he asked while dipping his head in the crook of her neck, his voice hinting at danger.

"Ezra..." In the dream, I pushed in, thrusting deep and filled him. Bred him. Pumped my seed inside until it dripped out. Marked him. Owned him. His body shook under me. Hands clawing the sheets. But he pushed back—fuck, he pushed back wanting more. I wanted to break him. In the dream. In real life. Bend him until he knelt. Breed him until he worshipped and called me god. I stroked harder, my fist tight and balls drawing up. I imagined pinning him down, spreading his legs wide and fucking him raw. Until he bled. Until he cried. Until he begged for my cum. "Breed me," he'd say. "Make me yours."

A god who had exposed function had earned the right to be asked whether he wanted to remain one. And the sun asked, in a voice almost human, "What alternative do you offer me, little spark?"