The God Ask Novels & Stories

" l...let me go who are you ?" " who am I ?" jack asked as he removed the spell disguising his eyes.and stared at the priest " w..what are you ?" " me? i am a god," his voice thundered in the narrow alley his voice seeming to make the air itself vibrate like it was afraid of his presence make the air vibrate as he spoke " and right now I am going to send you to the underworld Early" .

20-30 people surrounding him. He was confused at this much people and why they were here, but when he decided to ask them what they were doing here he heard the hunter whispered among themselves, Theo's hearing was good because of his cultivation. He was not only in qi refining but as well as in five treasure organ refining, for most people it was hard to even cultivate five treasure organ. Forget about cultivating most people doesn't even know what is five treasured organ.

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.”

asked a deep, gravelly voice from a shadowy corner of the room. “Trust? No, father I do not trust him. He is reliable in that he knows the consequences of any . . . errors he may commit. He will do what I tell him and gather what information is desired.” Clurife turned to give respect to his father, Hades, as the god floated into the center of the chamber.

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?

The psychopathic lord quickly denied the man’s request, shoving it to one side as he continued looking over building prospects and various families requiring larger housing as they expanded. “Okay ... Do you hate answering them all, sir? My brothers created a game when they got bored and accepted every fifth request no matter how foolish.” The girl stated blandly, once again mentioning her older brothers as her eyes scanned the study. “I only hate answering the utter foolish ones. If they aren’t very foolish, it doesn’t bother me.” The psychopathic lord muttered, skimming over another page. “I like answering them; it’s interesting to see what the people ask for, sir. Especially when they are

"Ahh, every megalomaniac's wet dream, you wanted to play God." "I am a god." "Oh yeah, which one?" "The one." He all but bellowed. "Yeah? So was Ahura Mazda but we haven't heard fuck all from him in centuries." "You dare?" Now he's frothing at the mouth, this is like a bad as fuck B movie. I'm expecting the crazy fuck doll to come out of the woodwork any minute now.

Aengus, the god of the underworld, stepped up while his hands were busy playing with his long, brown hair. "Before Tima brought the human girl here, she asked for our approval first. Did you do that? Can you ask yourself if you've asked for all of our permissions one by one so that you'll also know why you're being scolded again right now?" Aengus said calmly that only made Abbadon roll his eyes in annoyance. Every one of them just acts like they're superior and he's fucking annoyed. “In the first place you wouldn’t even allow it if I did, right? So, why should I still do it?”

The Moon Goddess turned her gaze to the sky. “Great rivers do not ask where storms are born,” she said. “They only learn how to endure the flood.” I frowned. “That is not an answer.” She looked back at me, amused. “Answers are cups,” she said. “And you are still learning how much you can hold.” I pressed my lips together, then asked again, more carefully. “Why is he coming for me?” The Goddess stepped closer again. This time, I did not step back. “Tell me,” she said, “what happens when a torch is lit in a dark field?”

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.