The God Of Life Novels & Stories

"Good evening ladies and gentle men, gods and goddess." The oracle of life suddenly faded into existence at the alter, slowly shaping in self into a white feminine figure. "We are all gathered here today to celebrate a remarkable upcoming, the upcoming of a new being into the immortal realm. Many of you know that by now, that this being belongs to one of our deities, Aubrey." The oracle smoothly motions her hand, as though moving gracefully in water as she points towards Aubrey who stood up and placed his wine glass down to the table.

Sophy looked at me, as though she could read my thoughts. “Could someone lend me a cell phone?” Sophy asked. Khalid was the first to respond and hand over his cell phone, which he already unlocked for her. As Sophy is sitting on the opposite side of the shield, I can't see what she's searching for. “According to the myths, The Great Old Ones, the Earth was inhabited by creatures who appeared here billions of years ago even before our planet was able to generate and sustain life on its own. It is said that it was these creatures, and not God, who created life on earth. Man himself was their creation, created solely from scorn and servitude. A pantheon of ancient and powerful space deities, w

Our adorable babies. I know it sounds surreal just like a beautiful dream. I don't know if you are still there or has moved on and don't even remember about certain, sharp tongued hot headed Alizey. Yeah that's me ;) But if you are still there stuck with my memories. Than I want you to forget me and move on. Death is inevitable and I can't fight it. But I can tell you this, I'm going to my Allah the one who love his human seventy times more than their mothers. Just imagine how much love I'm gonna get.

We fell from God's eyes like rain. God's spine is the Axis Mundi, the Tree of Life that wends its way through the worlds. It is a living tree whose branches are the nerves of Creation. It is all-watching, all-knowing, but because it cannot speak, no one knows the will of the Lord. In death God bore a fruit of seven lobes, and it arched across the Heavens as the Lord's final words. In the midst of the rebirth, all creatures looked up, at this rainbow, a promise. Each band split, and the Seven Spirits of God took form, clothed in the light of their Creator.

much that he had to destroy himself and since then no one had heard about this great powerful god, and his disappearance gave another god a chance to rise, and the name of that god was Laalu Ogiri oko. After he had left and was not seen human became useless they had no sense and behave disgustingly they take wife and husbannds without knowing if they love or not, they did not know deference between things, thy saw no evil in any act, they had no sadness whatsoever and believed they only need to.love their god, it took Eledumare a long time to remove this spell from their life and when it was finally removed human had done many evil and we're all regretting them, they never remembered any oth

Lose a turn in the game of life? Isn’t God all about love and forgiveness? And what about Ecto? Is he really the work of the devil like Ms. Perfect claims? Does he or doesn’t he have a soul? Is it in fact blasphemous to fall in love with him? In a similar vein, is it blasphemous for Babylee to love Trish because they’re both female?

Enosos ran at me and just as he was about to come into contact I tore the small cristal straight out of my arm. The weapon I had pressed into my very body to use at the right time against the very creature that now stood in front of me. The god stopped in his tracks. Eyes widening. "As god made man powerful, with this crystal I make the god powerless," I spoke clearly and let my voice boom over the room. I could sense almost immediately how his powers demised and I did not wait to act.

"All of that aside, how sure are you that this kid is planning to off himself?" "It's the stuff he's into. The fact that he's a level ten. That tells me he's heavy into Eastern philosophy and their way of doing things. If he's a disciple of Sun Tzu, then this kid lives by a different code. He won't live if he kills his own father, and he can't allow his father to live." "I say let him kill the fuck."

"You come to help me, don't you? To resurrect my love, Anna?" A deep, resonant chuckle escaped Thanaros, the God of Death. "Yeah, little human," he replied, his voice carrying an otherworldly weight. "I am indeed the God of Death, Thanaros. But the cycle of life and death is not mine to disrupt. I cannot resurrect your dead lover."

Nothing but truth rings out in his words, and I feel my stomach sinking deeper and deeper. “Dammit, Jartre, stop!” “What are you talking about?” I ask with as steady a voice as I can muster. “Allow me the wonderful honour of introducing you to your animai. Yildiz, meet Oshmin, the God of Life and Death,” he announces with glee. So much glee in his voice as if his words didn’t just shatter everything I thought I knew.