The God Complex Book Novels & Stories

Maybe many had suffered, in accord with Investigator Pinto’s allusion to similar attacks, patterns, MOs. And the man who had taken Uiara Cunhedo away? Maybe he had been poisoned by the surviving sister, who had been poisoned by her godlike brother, to whom we were all, men and women alike, samples. Maybe it was just that twisted. Maybe the son had become a more demented version of the father, and the sister had projected the brother upon her lovers, who accepted the fantasy with enthrallment, awe. Maybe her brother had let me kill him because he knew, in his deranged martyrdom, the legacy would go on. The world was full of egos and complexes, entire religions built upon arrogant notions of t

It was as if his chest had been pressed down by something tens of millions of tons of tons. What was even more terrifying was the huge aura of the corpse-protecting spirit cat. Samuel really believed that even if the True God came, it was absolutely impossible for him to get out of that environment alive. No wonder the ginseng baby wanted to steal his Eight Desolations Heavenly Book and enter the Tomb of the God.

— That's the problem, I don't know anything about him — I confess. “Yeah, well, that could be a problem I have the answer to,” he says, as he takes a small book out of his pocket. The small book fits easily into the palm of his hand, and he hands it to me. I open the first page of the black leather bound book, which has nothing on the cover, and inside are detailed pages filled with writing and paintings of moons much like the marks on my neck. — Do you want to read? It's the story of the forbidden god and everything he stands for. - Yes. I mean thank you. You wrote this? I ask. He shakes his head without saying anything else. I look down at the book and start reading about this forbidden go

Several books were piled up by his side. “Many come here to pray for academics, or anything related to writing. However, its true significance lies in rewriting one’s fate. When your desire is strong enough, you will be blessed with a chance to take greater control of your fate, or others fates as well, depending on your powers.” “So, the books are... Gods?” “More like instruments of this god in particular.” [I was right!] BaoBao cheered and gave himself a pat on his back. ‘So that’s what my book meant. No wonder it was not afraid of me finding out what it was.’

She had never revealed her beliefs to anyone before, her father forbidding other beliefs when she was still a child; her own remaining a secret for as long as she could remember. “Strange belief. But I guess it works.” The dark lord shrugged, taking another draw of his cigarette. Elika lowered her eyes once more, becoming increasingly nervous as the animalistic man continued to glare down at her. Taking deep breaths, the princess wrapped her arms around her stomach; attempting to calm her pulse as it raced. “Very strange belief indeed.” The feral immortal growled, tilting his head as he continued to glare. “It may be strange, but its mine.” The princess murmured, staring down at the tattered

"What the fuck?" I asked, my arm sliding around Kiema's shoulders. "I'm not sure I heard you right. I'm going to join some gods and/or goddesses who want to destroy humanity?" She leaned forward, her body almost vibrating. Ten/Saint nodded. "That is what the book seems to be saying." "Is that what Anda could have meant in the spirit landscape? About Kiema being bigger and more powerful than we knew or understood?" Xander asked, his expression pinched.

The simple black-skinned book was a scholar's chronicle of his search for lost knowledge at the time of the coming of the Dark Gods, and while it was an interesting read, it didn't really teach Viktor anything very useful. The book titled only Anatomy, on the other hand, fascinated him and he had to acknowledge that the concepts and detailed information it contained were easy for him to assimilate and integrate into his own knowledge. In fact, he seemed to have a strange affinity for the ideas presented in the book. He attributed this to the long relationship he had had with death by growing up as the son of a priest of the death god.

He asks, “While you think of something to choose, I’m gonna get something. Stay here.” Goldie watches Darryl walk away from him. He stands still for a moment, before looking at the books that surrounded him. He notices a book that is not much bigger than his hand. The cover is simple, with nothing but the illustration of red circles within a circle at the bottom half, and the name “Dante” written on the top half. He picks it up and inspects it, trying to read other words on the back of the book. He was able to process some of the words, but could not understand the whole paragraph.

I can’t see the whole title, but it is about gods and deities. ”I didn’t know you were interested in those kind of books, I thought you only love history books because that’s what I always saw you were reading.” I said to her still looking at the book. Weird. I don’t like that kind of book, but I think I wanna read them because of my weird dreams. A figment scattered dreams of mine that felt like true. I saw green eyes of a man and woman whose blurry in my dream, then I heard about god of I don’t know.

He shuddered to think what the implications of that were; whatever the god had done to whoever he resembled. Yet inside memories throbbed in turmoil, trying to make sense of the puzzle. Isaac could not deny the God had a draw, compelling him to move closer, to be nearer to a beast that could tear him limb from limb. It was only a spot of common sense that stopped him. He watched cautiously in fearful awe as Am Heh moved about, reading over one of the ancient tomes. His gaze lingered a bit longer than it should as he leaned to study the book before swiftly averting his eyes. This really was not the time to be comparing to the imagery he was so used to. However, it was a far better view than t