The God Of Death Novels & Stories

oh. "Great. But that's okay, I'm not going to die now anyways." He looked concerned. "I heard that you saw your own death, child. Is that truth?" I nodded. "Gods above, that's too much for a kid your age to handle. I can't even imagine how you must be feeling." "It's not easy, I won't lie. Knowing other people's death is one thing, but knowing and seeing your own, is completely different," I sigh and laid down again with his help.

Amari asked scrunching her face and reaching over to check her phone. "It says if any man be in Christ , he's a new creature, old things have passed away behold all things are become new." Aunt Marie said nodding her head and smiling. "You said in your prayer last night when I came back that God should let me find happiness in him and peace." "Yes." "I'm heavy on the word peace." Amari sniffles "and I opened to a page in the Bible, Genesis, God is Almighty and powerful and then I prayed after and I felt that peace."

This process is killing the gods is not a secret, even the average cultivator knows about it, but to do the deed in completely killing the god was an atrocity in itself, the war that involved millions or even billions of innocent will occur, as long as that innocent recognize that god as having authority over something. Another god that is harder to kill than the god that has people to worship them is the true God that has authority over some obscure concept and needs no one to recognize them. For the gods themselves, this kind of god is like a mother nature that can’t be killed or won against. Such as the god of time, past, future, and knowledge like Yog-Sothoth or the god that has authorit

-"The god who listened to people beggings... He was deeply in love with the goddess Cardea. She was a god of protection, and also a god of trees. she all the time protected humans and their houses from evil. Until she met the god of death. But she didn't love him, she fooled him instead of loving him. She hated how he kept human spirits, how he tortured them. How all gods played with people's lives she hated all of them and especially him. She loved humans more than gods. So the god of death decided to take revenge on her in answering her people's calling, quicker than she could do it... He cursed the people that Cardea would se

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 cho

Theo and said;" sorry young boy about that, as you see i'm an old man sometimes i used to misstep" "misstep", as Theo muttered the word and said to the old," it's ok" and looked at the spoil food and gets up to walk to his house he heard the old man saying:" here take this as an apology, i guess this doesn't value too much, take this and forgive this old man". Theo looked at the thing in old man hand as he can clearly see it was an book, who know because of that book a man whom all the cosmos will fear be created that day.

“What happened? I mean, how did his former die?” “To tell you the truth, mistress, I do not know the details of the death of the gods. I have only lived for a hundred years, after the sorrowful death of the gods. For the specifics, I am sure Sir Charon and the other minor deities are well-aware as they were witnesses.”

GABRIEL P. O. V In the inky darkness of the night, I was in the presence of the God of Death. An all-black outfit clung to his body, and it covered his face with a hideous skull mask. There was no ambient illumination, save for the dim light emanating from the God of Death's fiery red eyes. With steady steps, I faced the God of Death, my heart pounding. “Oh, God of Death, I am willing to give my life as a sacrifice. If you return Grace to me,” I said in a trembling voice, my eyes full of hope.

To call them vane would be no understatement. "True but let's face it they're always quick to act when they feel threatened. And there's two things they feel threatened by. Gods of death, and demons. Christopher is one of them already! When was the last time you've heard of a pure demon? Now once he gets closer to becoming a full fledged god they will sense it, and they will want him dead for certain!" Alesia snapped. Generally killing another god was a difficult and cataclysmic event. The battles would shake both the heavens and earth. But there was one reason they especially would aim to end a god of death. That was the fact a god of death didn't just have control over life and death of mo

A question that'd bugged him for eons on end. He was the God of Death. Every living creature followed a cycle of birth, growth, transformation, and peak that could only be completed when they crossed the gate of the Underworld. As the God of Death, he assisted every being in concluding their final journey. He wasn't a curse, or the harbinger of bad luck, but the ultimate truth of life. And the Goddess of Life...she was his other half. Where she (life) began, he (death) ended, and where he (death) ended, she (life) began. They were two sides of the same coin.