Novel & Cerita The God Is Not Willing

"Eh?" "He's not a God?" "He's not a God!" "Not God!" "Not God!" "He's no God!" "Yes! The leader was right! He is just the Forsaken God! He is not a God anymore." "Kill God!" "Kill God!" "Kill God!" The men yelled. "Ahhh! HOW DARE YOU FIGHT A GOD??" "YOU ARE MAKING ME ANGRY!" "Defend!" The leader yelled! Butt flapped his wings hardly!

Didn’t speak. IMANI (faltering) So that’s it? You’re just going to be okay with someone else stepping in? REGAN (stern now) You want me to be involved? Then don’t turn help into a weapon. You can’t demand support and reject it in the same breath. (pause) If you don’t want the PA’s help, then don’t complain. Choose one. The room was still. The air felt tighter now, despite the warm light and the food still simmering on the stove.

The gods’ gaze—if it could be called that—pinned me still. "You broke the veil." "You bled where none should bleed." "Now you will mend what you unmade." I lifted my chin. "And if I refuse?" Silence. Then—laughter. Soft, endless, cruel. "Refusal is a human word," said the first god. "You are not that anymore." The storm around me thickened. Julian tried to reach me, but his body froze mid-motion, held in stasis. His eyes—wide, terrified—met mine.

Weather, Prince Brayden and Prince Bo frowned at the strange sights in front of them. “You’re the God of Death, give him a chance. Give me a chance. Give us a chance, please,” said Agatha. The God of Death frown and then slowly said, “He’s dead.” Refusing to let go, Agatha plead again, “I won’t let you take him.” “You have no choice.” “Then let’s make a deal.” “Why not? You love to gamble.” “No.” “Why not?” “Because you got nothing I want.”

No Spirit was ever known to be powerful enough to speak and interrupt the god of gods. " And I would do it again. I will destroy this entire world if I had to , for her! “ I just gave justice…. Is that a sin now?” The gods sigh. “ Indeed it is. Justice is what we decide and deliver. You had no right to interfere.” Than clenches his fists to seethe. " Call Sal please...let her decide my fate. I will accept whatever she decides for me. " " Let her be my punisher. Please." The god of God sigh. Looking up from the piece of paper in his hands.

“What was my greatest gift to you?” “My life” “Apart from that?” Nahamani scrunched her nose in confusion. After a brief silence, God replied. “Your will”. He said. “I have given every being the gift of choice to do as they please. I cannot take it away from them. If you use that gift to call for me, I will come but until then I will not force myself on you”. “But my lord--” “When Michael spoke to Lucifer, he did not call my name. He praised himself in front of the angels, he exhibited the same trait of pride and you cannot fight evil with evil, now he is paying with his life”.

“Loyalty. Trust. Nothing more. Stand with me. Walk into the new world by my side, and I will never kneel to anyone.” He opened his arms again, void energy pulsing beneath his skin in dark, violet glows. His hair blew wildly in the wind. The cracked city echoed with his voice. “I am Nihareth. I am not a god. I am what comes after gods.” The silence that followed was thick. Then a man stepped forward. His body was twisted, burned by holy magic in some distant battle. “If what you say is true… if the gods are crumbling… then what comes next?”

It takes all my willpower not to vault over the wall just to talk to her, whatever the consequences of the fall might be. “Duplicitous Kar, I charge you to cede your throne in apology,” Soren demands. Father’s jaw works, but his posture never falters. “I offer no apology for the Goddess’s will. It is Her compromise to break. Perhaps She saw this cravenness in you already.”

My strength and my pillar. While he made his every steps, I felt warm on his back and I couldn't get my eyes off his inviting neck. How could someone be so perfect? His wolves didn't like me that much. They suspected me a lot, and sometimes when I pretended to sleep, they try to talk Derrick out of it. I felt bad, that wherever I go to, I cannot be liked. It felt like I was a living curse. "When it all seems like the world is turning their back against you, remember I am beside you, holding your hands and standing beside you. I am enough for you. I am your world" His words carried hope,faith and healing. I didn't know how he does that.

I put my hand on his chest. “I know you.” “And you know what type of man I am. As if someone could fucking order me to kill someone. Do I look like someone who can be ordered around?” His eyes were black and he looked down at me. I shook my head. “I was really hoping this was going to be nothing. Not even go to trial so I didn’t tell you. When it did I shit myself but I still couldn’t find the words.” “Any words would of done Dimitri.”