The God Journey Novels & Stories

asked an old man standing in the sky, his eyes fixed on the forbidden land's door. "Well, let's see. If this kid really has the key, there's no harm in fighting the whole world. Because maybe we can create a new god for this world!" said the old woman beside him with a smile and high hopes when mentioning gods. All the elders who were hiding now had one hope and one desire that had become their lifelong obsession: to reach a higher level called godhood. That was their hope. Perhaps everyone also hoped to become a god, especially in this world that had lost its direction.

Darkous passed through the portal a second before she did, savagely pulling her forward by the chain. Elika looked around, her shoulders deflating in a sudden motion as her pulse rose. The second her feet touched the muddied ground, the princess knew. She could feel the familiar wind brushing through her hair, see the dense forest stretching out for miles in all directions; hear the distinctive patter of wildlife from miles away. Her connection erupted out, launching forward as if by force; her mind latching onto all the things she remembered. All the things she had missed. Darkous had lied, tricking Elika into a false sense of security. She was home, back in the heaven dimension. Her heart

"And I have a message for you from the gods themselves." I felt a sense of awe and reverence. The gods themselves? What could they possibly want with me? The spirit of the river smiled and took my hand. "Come," she said. "Let me show you." And with that, she led me on a journey through the realms of the gods, to a place of great wonder and magic. A place where the very fabric of reality was woven and unwoven. As we walked, the spirit of the river told me of the gods and their plans for me. She told me of the great destiny that lay before me, and of the challenges and trials that I would face.

I felt so weak and tired of this miserable life of mine. As it seems. Even the goddess has turned her back on me. The journey to the Trinity pack was a lonely one and each step I took only brought me closer to my doom.

the book reassured. I clicked my tongue. “Oh, but you do! Sometimes—yes, indeed." And with that, the book continued its revelation... "When they arrive, you would have to welcome them in the midst of the choas" Micha muttered, "in the midst of the choas?" The book answered in golden letters, "Yes in the midst of chaos. And by that moment, the creator of the Golden's would have disappeared" I stiffened, "Why? what do you mean" The book remained still for a moment and declared,

--- They reached the bottom. A chamber of obsidian and ancient flame. At its center: a molten pool ringed by carved wolves in various states of pain and transcendence. Some howled. Some burned. Some were… ascending. The walls whispered. Voices from the past. From before wolves ruled. Before packs. Before gods died. > “Two halves. One flame. To wield the godfire… One must break. One must bleed. One must burn.” Racheal’s grip tightened. “What does that mean?”

One of them was "THE FORSAKEN GOD!" THE ANIMAL GOD WHO FLEE FROM THE WORLD OF GODS! He read the book to let his tribes know who is their God! "Our God is Forsaken! THE FORSAKEN GOD! He lived deep inside in this deepest hell, "The Crater." But the GOD wanted to PROTECT US! He Stayed here for 100 years! HE'S A GOD! "He lived for almost a thousand years! And now our God is Back! He's going to reclaim his throne!"

“Hmm, though sea-level may be rising each year, but the God of Creation promised to never do that— that’s why we have the rainbow. It’s not just refraction and dispersion of the sun’s light by rain or other water droplets in the atmosphere— this is a promise that God of Creation made to us, that’s why the rainbow is a ring.” I find Restia gripping my hand. “…can the God of Creation bring back papa, mama, and Ruby…?” “Why are you asking me?” He uttered mercilessly. “You are Lucione’s daughter, and I was expecting a lot from you— yet you disappointed me by your naïve, selfish behaviour—” “PRINCIPAL…!” I yelled with a pleading voice. “Don’t talk anymore.” Restia weeps on my chest as I cradled h

They ecstatically exclaimed. "Creatures of Leafland! Finally, I've returned home! This is the reality of my existence! I'm supposed to be here. This is the land I've been longing for my entire life, but I didn't realize it until now... Come a little higher, a little closer! I know my journey isn't ended yet, and that life is a meandering road, but all I can hope for is that... it eventually leads me back to where I belong!"

He tried to live in the present and hope for a better future, there was a doubt that even if he took a neutral stand against the situation in the country, he paths would like meet with one of court generals or leaders of bandits or rebels or who ever traveled this roads. There was no doubt, the paths always meet, so he went through the forest to avoid one of the those paths. In front of him a large door opened and, naturally, the God of Death appeared. “How?” Kazuma asked. “Beacons,” the God of Death replied coldly. “There is chance that you can be helpful for a change or maybe even wash away the filth of you pass deeds. The choice is yours.”