The God Journey Novels & Stories

❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ Who is Sid and where is he? Is he alive or not? If he is alive, then where? If he dead, then how? For the answers join the journey, IT IS THE JOURNEY IN SEARCH OF ANSWERS. It is the journey to find the love. JOURNEY OF LOVE AND QUESTIONS, WHAT IF THEY BISECTS EACH OTHER?

I asked Gabriel as we lifted into the air and soared towards The Clearing. The Clearing is what we call The Garden of Eden. Only Divinity can access it. Though, mortals from other god sects have wandered in by accident. It has a security system that detects mortals and brings them back to where they entered and seals itself off to them from then on. It’s kind of like a living version of AI. “Gabriel, Emerial, Lucifer.” God said as we landed in The Clearing. “Elijah.” Lucifer said back. “Back to that again, Luci?” God asked.

Why in Horus do they need him? There’s only one way to find out. That night, after the children are put to bed on the breezy sleep porch of the house, Grandfather slips out to his personal transport and keys for a destination far away. He’s completely unaware that I’m aboard, watching in excitement. The trip takes hours… it’s hard for a child to hold their bladder. Grandfather has to stop a few times, and I take full advantage- grateful that he’s a lot slower than me- before scuttling back to the transport. I notice that we’re headed to the mountains. There are a few mountains in our world, but this particular range is the only one that seems perennially shrouded in mist at the summit. It lo

It feels like I was pushing a huge rock and didn’t make it to move. Anubis smiled in a sinister way. His eyes stare back at me with his black orbs’ pupils. “This isn’t funny for telling me you are meeting some God. Isn’t that insulting?” “What? —” My voice trailed off, “What are you talking about? Why do you keep talking about a God?” I tried to hide anything that he can tell I know a God. But when I think more of it, his name, and his aura. It isn’t just right like a human. “Are you a God?”

He almost felt warm all over, and for the first time he noticed just how breathtakingly beautiful she was. Christian Ayettey groaned inwardly. What the fuck was happening to him?

All he felt was frustration and defeat. ‘How could they think that just because a god says it will happen means it’s the only thing that will happen?’ he thinks to himself. More and more questions form in his head when he sees a sliver of light luring him a little further from the beach. The light moves in an S-like wave following the wind’s path. He stares at the light, cautious as he’s high with his emotions. A translucent shape of a woman beckons at him to follow. He squints trying to see if the woman he saw was real, despite that he still follows her. He walks into a ravine surrounded by glowing leaves at its tips, the ground with leaks of water from the stream nearby. He walks further d

Emma hid her head in my cloak and I placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “We’re fine Emma.” I said softly though I too was on edge. Eddy closed his eyes while Justin flipped a blade between his fingers. They were probably used to this feeling. The feeling of despair from just being near The Divide. “Where does it lead?” I questioned cautiously as we neared the gates on the far side. “Some say it leads straight to hell. Others believe the gods carved it into the land when they formed the mountains..” Justin spoke more to himself looking anxious.

Atarah glanced at both Amon and the black figure alternatively for a moment before nodding her head. "Be safe then, don't forget we aren't done yet." she was referring to the conversation concerning Tiana. Atarah departed from Amon and she began running, her breathing began heavier and faster as she increased her pace. She had to reach any of the scouts or guardians which were probably back at the main city or towards the edge. she paced her way into the forest and then she had chattering not so far from her direction and she lost focused in which her foot got caught in between tree root and she crashed into the ground heavily.

She clenched her fists, nails digging into her palms as she fought against the rising tide of emotions. "Impossible," she whispered, her voice strained. "How could you possibly know about that?" "Because, dear one, I am here to help guide you on your journey," Cassandra explained, stepping closer to Lyra. "I have witnessed countless souls pass through the ages, searching for redemption and purpose. It is my gift, my responsibility, to aid those who seek it." "Redemption?" Lyra scoffed, shaking her head vehemently as she took a step back. "What makes you think I want redemption? What makes you think I even believe any of this?"

It was the beginning of something new. I was no longer someone’s wife or shadow. I was the Godmother of the mafia families, Xavier’s mother, Kane’s beloved, and most importantly, I was myself. A year later, in a port city in Eustona, someone spotted a familiar figure. The man was ragged, limping on one leg. When he looked up, his face was covered in scars and humiliation. It was James. He saw me and instantly looked away in terror, ducking into the crowd like a rat scurrying across the street.