The God Ask Novels & Stories

The celestial god had bridged a gap between gods and humans a long time ago. He watched her run in the garden like a three years old child with no care in the world. Her laughter rang in the wind like soft bells. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Adjusting the flowers, he walked toward her confident. His mind was made up, he was going to talk to her, and they were going to be friends. Soon, he got to where she stood with a wide grin plastered on his face. He extended the flowers to her. But to his dismay, she walked past him. He followed her, hoping she’d accept his flowers. But it was almost like he wasn't there. He realized she could not see him. She had no idea someone

Emma must have noticed my reaction. She lowered her head and spoke softly, her voice shy. "Kyle, you can't go thinking about other things. I only asked for your help because a flea got in there and it itches." I shook my head. "Don't worry. I’m not thinking about those things. It's just a natural male reaction. It's not something I can control." To distract myself, I started asking Emma if she had ever done anything intimate with her boyfriend. I asked her a few other things as well.

Her eyes eery as I see the flames reflect in her white eyes. “And the other part?” I ask her and she looks back at me. The look in her eyes sends a shiver down my spine. Why the fuck did I have to ask that? “Well, the other part is from the gods themselves. Do you know how often the gods hear prayers asking why? Why things were happening to them? Why did their mates hurt them? Why things never went their way? Why they weren’t loved? Why they aren’t good enough?” I shake my head at her words and she looks down.

“What? Why do I want to do that? I’m a god of war, not an idiot god who has a screw loose in the head like those evil gods such as the god of slaughter, the god of the massacre. Hell, even they didn’t have a self-destructive tendency to destroy themselves and their followers by putting themselves in conflict with a strong god who they fully knew could kill them with one slap. Do I look like a masochist to you?” Mars asks back with a face that has the word “What the hell are you talking about?” over all his faces.

Giving one or two-word answers makes them ask questions, and the more they ask, the more they talk themselves. "Kind of?" Luka arches an eyebrow at me. I flash him an awkward smile as if I can't define the answer he seeks. "Yes, kind of. But it's not the heaven you talk about around here. There are no cloud buildings, and the man with the long, white beard. I already mentioned that God is a woman, right?" I'm dipping into dangerous territory here. One thing is to answer his questions, but bringing up God again, soon after I spilled some information while I got angry, is another issue.

"The scriptures of the book of James, chapter one, verse five and six comes to mind as I ponder about what you have said. Verse five says, 'If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God, that giveth to all men liberally, and upbraideth not; and it shall be given him,' while verse six says 'But let him ask in faith, nothing wavering. For he that wavereth is like a wave of the sea driven with the wind and tossed.' Following this scripture, I feel it is safe to say, the only way to get true answers is through praying in faith and asking God! He will give us the answers we are looking for, about anything!" "I see!" I wanted to ask Elder Moses if he had quoted the scriptures he just said without

I said with a smile as I took in the expression of wonder on each of their faces. “What? You didn’t think God would let paradise go to waste just because a stupid girl ate an apple, did you?” “At this point, I’m willing to forget anything I thought I knew before I met you, love.” Blake had already wandered ahead, carefully inspecting his surroundings, but Aiden remained by my side, his grip on my hand still firm. “So, God is real then?” Aiden asked as we wandered through the garden. “Of course. God, Zeus, Jupiter, Odin… whatever you wish to call him. We know him as the all-father.”

"Before you ask me why you are here, I want to tell you something. Rather, I want to show you something." "Show me something?" I asked dubiously. Whenever I asked any questions from the goddess, she effectively evaded all questions and whatever questions she did answer, she dished out confusing answers and talked in riddles. So, for her to summon me to this dreamland and offer to show me something, alarmed me in more ways than one.

I shrugged with my lips pouting out in disbelief. "I know what you desire, little human, but I want to hear it from you," Why is it he keeps telling that he is a god? There are so many questions that I wanted to ask, but I wanted to see if he is just a hoax, and I'll try to get along with his act. I let out a heavy sigh, "Fine, we will see about that," and I sound defeated.

I turned around and slide down the length of the door and when I finally felt the floor support me I became sitting with my head against my knees pressed up against my only way out. 'What interest would a god have in me? What interest would Enosos have in me? He was the god of seduction, he could have anyone and yet he has demanded me since I was nothing more then an innocent child. How could I be his? How could he claim that power over me?'