Novel & Cerita The God Is Not Willing

Being with one Goddess for an eternity was like wearing the same shirt your whole life and never switching it. "My wife would be the one Goddess in the universe that doesn't like sharing and will not accept anything but faithfulness, it's not even funny Lucas. I'm a God for Gods sake." Luther said not at all laughing at this fact. It angered him that Gods were fucking with his life. If his wife didn't want to share fine but to have Gods reporting back to her was pissing him off.

I said and straighten my clothes. I won't even give in to them and their psychotic minds. I won't even admit to them that I am Jenna. No, I will never give them satisfaction. I may have been taught the ways and teachings of God but that doesn't take away the fact that I am also human. A human with feelings. "When are you going to accept that you are Jenna?" he asks shaking his head in disapproval. I snorted, "when I am in heaven smiling at you while you are begging on your knees in hell."

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

My hands clench. “And you think that cost is her?” I ask. “It is not what I think,” the god replies. “It is what has been written.” “There is no script,” Nova says sharply. “There is always a script.” I feel something break inside me. “If you are lying” “I gain nothing from lies,” it replies. “Then explain how you know this,” I demand. The god looks almost weary. “When a god ascends beyond restraint, the tether that anchors him weakens.” Nova’s fingers tighten slightly.

The god tilted its head weakly, a grotesque imitation of pity in its smile. “They will not love him.” Damien’s brow furrowed. “I don’t need them to.” “They will fear him. Worship him. Use him.” “I’ll never let that happen,” Damien said, his voice low and steady, but his hand shook slightly. “You will try,” the god murmured, silver blood staining its teeth as it smiled. “And you will fail. As all fathers do.” The wind, already weak, vanished completely. The sky held its breath. "And the world,” the god said, soft and final, “will fall silent once more.”

And so disappointed. *There is more than one way to fight a war.* “What about the other gods?” I ask. “What about their children?” *They are not my concern.* Is she testing us? And if we agree to her demands, does that mean we failed her test? “I can’t do that,” I say at last. “I cannot leave innocents to die. It is not who I am. You should know that. You made me.” The Goddess is quiet. Just when I think she won’t speak again, her voice whispers through the darkness.

Someone whom believed himself invincible. Well I knew he was not. Before we rode to find Alicia, Adras had finally broken the stubborn which. There was a weapon that could doom him. 'I´ll make him pay. For all he has done.' The god turned to face me looking mockingly at me and strode forward. "What day will your power ever exceed mine?!" the god laughed smugly replying to my thoughts. "The day will come, mark my word," I threatened back at him growling with bared fangs.

Bryce says. “I’m doing it for your pup. If she weren’t pregnant…but I don’t believe in punishing the innocent for their father’s sins. Do you want to say a prayer?” “No, your majesty,” Bryce looks me dead in the eye. My heart drops into my stomach and stays there. “I don’t think The Goddess is listening anyway.” “She’s always listening,” I say. “All the gods listen to us – but they never give us what we want. They are cruel that way.”

He sighed in pity. "Why?! Can't the Great Being do miracles?" I catechized out of disbelief. "My child, even a God like Me won't be able to help you if you yourself don't have faith in the power resting within you," He mumbled in a scolding yet worried tone. "I'm sorry, I can't bring myself to believe the existence of the power you are saying. The responsibility is too overwhelming for me," I insisted stubbornly. "I will respect your decision," He said with a sad tone.

The Fire God gestured toward the necklace still in the King’s hand. “Did it burn you?” I stiffened. “Yes,” I said. “Good,” he replied. “Touch it again.” I stared at him. “No.” He tilted his head. “You refuse a god?” “I refuse to put myself in pain when I don’t understand why,” I shot back. The King shook his head. The Fire God stepped closer. The heat intensified. My skin prickled. “It won’t hurt you this time,” he said. “Well, too bad, because I don’t believe you,” I replied.