The God Is Not Willing Novels & Stories

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.”

he was like a God that what everyone thought when seeing him a handsome guy like him was rarely seen among wolves only fox were so beautiful but the difference is that they had a feeling of seductive even if they are just looking at you. 'I wonder if I have a mate I mean I didn't even shift no mate would like me as their mates' apart from thinking of his failure in shifting sometimes his thoughts fall on his mate he didn't Know what kind of a mate moon Goddness would bless him with or maybe he will have no mate just like he didn't shift or maybe he will have one but can not obtain her just rejected , fifteen minutes had passed and Barbie was back with a roasted big meat she gave it to his so

The leader's voice returned to her calm, authoritative tone. “ But won't the gods be angry? We can't kill the goddess chosen and the blessed heir, that is the biggest sin to Nati and Natalí, we will be punished by the heavens for this” A meek man voiced out. His voice shook at the mention of the gods.

“You need not fear. You will withstand it.” I glanced at the crawling rot consuming trees, grasses and shrubs in its path. “How do you know?” “The Goddess said so.” I scoffed. “ A goddess that speaks to everyone else but me. I no longer believe in her words.” Angry resentment had built up inside of me towards the hand that thought it fit to play with my life. “Should a goddess not speak to her subject?” The ghost gently inclined her hed to the side, her expression looking…confused? “A goddess cannot speak to herself.”

“Absolutely not.” “I don’t want it either,” I said, voice shaking. “But the chamber doesn’t care about what we want.” The sigils pulsed brighter, reacting to my words. Clara turned to the vessel, face pale. “So what happens if we refuse?” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “The goddess rises incomplete,” I whispered. “And she destroys the world trying to fill the missing pieces.” Ares’ chest rose and fell rapidly. “She will have to go through me first.”

“Have you ever wondered what it would be like to sit next to God?” Maya said, eyes still moist as they reflected the fire’s whispery flames. “For me, that is not a simple question to answer because I have sat next to one who sits next to God. He dispenses his keys, breaks his genetic codes without regard for bystanders, or even those he dispenses his keys to, those whose codes he breaks. It is entirely possible he has cracked the genetic code to God Himself, but does he consider the possibility of offense? No, because there are no possibilities with him. There is only the thing he intends to achieve and the straightest route to that achievement. For him, God is a bystander. He’ll acknowledge

"It is said that the gods thought him a joke before the war, giving him the title of jester amongst themselves. He did try for us. Sadly, the gods proved greater." Valerik shook his head solemnly. "That is a sad story. Its lessons are not one that would encourage the children who hear it." "We cannot change the truth because we don't like it, Priest!" she snapped. "Neither will we stop telling it." "It is no wonder the credence doesn't tell it so." Valerik rose. "There is no way they will tell a story that speaks of the existence of other gods. Or a man, made god. It would be blasphemous."

ELIZA : what??... End the war, how does my power help to do that?? And why exactly am I the one that gets to do that, I mean can’t the Father just snap his fingers and everything is back to normal?? GABRIEL : It’s not so simple, Eliza, the Father can’t interfere in such a direct manner before the appointed time, it would go against his word and as it is known, his word is absolute ELIZA : What the hell are you talking about??... So many people have died and he won’t do anything all because his word are more important that the lives of his creation?? Is that what you are saying??

"You think money fixes everything, don't you? You're not scared that I'll cause trouble; you're just afraid that I'll report your dirty dealings to the authorities! "I don't want your filthy money. I want justice!" Jude snorted, then kicked fragments of Dad's gravestone and shattered it further. Ashes and dust blew into my face. "Velda Group is justice in Hyporion!" He crouched down and whispered a threat into my ear in a voice only I could hear, "You'd better pray that I never get my hands on Piper. If I do, I'll make sure she's begging for death!" Those words were the breaking point. I tackled him to the ground and started driving my fists into his face.

Alonso's pov “Alejandro, ponte los zapatos,” I say, glancing at the clock. (“You’re going to be late for school.”) He swings his feet from his seat at the breakfast table, making no move to obey. Instead, he pushes eggs around on his plate, sighing dramatically. “I don't want to go today.” he mutters. My brows lift. “Y eso por qué?” (And why is that?) He shrugs, playing with the hem of his shirt. “Solo no tengo ganas.” (I just don’t feel like it.)