The Lonely God Novels & Stories

Yeojoon inhaled the smell of rain, of peppermint, and the soft gusts of faint flowery scents in the ruined garden. Being the god of wine, he has always had a good nose. This is why he prefers to be isolated from other humans and live off in a wide expanse of land, placing his mansion in the middle, with it's all walls and maenads, his female followers, that guard each corner for rabid beasts that sometimes pass by.

“You know, you are the white jade, the snow mountain gave birth to you, and the sun and the moon gave you your soul. Over millions of years, he acquired a soul and life and eventually transformed into this body. When he saw all the changes in mankind, he resolved to become a god to help them. Through thousands of years of training, he had a great change and finally became a god. At that time, he thought that he would have extraordinary strength, not only having a life free of worries and suffering but also being able to change the miserable fate of mankind. But after becoming a powerful god, he knew he was wrong… Human fate is determined by them, god also has no right to change, the only thi

She sat before the golden seed, as she had done a hundred times before. “I know the stories,” she whispered to it, her voice echoing slightly in the quiet space. “I know you saved everything. But… what do I do? Everything feels so… complete.” She expected nothing. It was a seed. A relic. But as her hand rested on its warm surface, something shifted. It wasn't a voice. It wasn't a vision. It was a feeling. A profound, quiet loneliness. Not her own, but something… older. Vaster. It was the echo of the echo. The feeling of the Composer, the lonely god, before it had learned to listen.

Deep silence The entire universe waits. Then The voice breaks “…Really?” The single word carries centuries of loneliness. Millennia. Maybe more. It hurts to hear “Yes.” My answer comes immediately. “You’re not alone.” The galaxies tremble. The stars flicker weakly. The heartbeat almost returns. Almost Then Something Changes The void beyond reality begins opening. Not tearing. Not breaking. Blooming Like a flower unfolding across eternity. Theodore points immediately “Oh good. The impossible loneliness dimension is opening.” Aurelion ignores him

“It was a look of relief and then calculation. I knew then that there were many other stories, and he was relieved that you only knew of the one.” “F-ker,” Tony bared his teeth at the fire. “Do you think his god listened to him?” He added. Joseph Cline had spent the last half an hour of his life confessing his very extensive list of crimes to the One God, and then sighed into death almost peacefully. Talen swallowed hard. “No. There is no One God. There is only men, and their greed.”

he said. “You are the lonely god and don't think for a second I've forgiven you for all you did. I still want to drive a fucking dagger to your immortal heart.” I frowned, before I could press him further, he disappeared into the shadows, leaving me alone with my thoughts once more. >>> I walked through the dungeons, Lotar right behind me as the screams echoed from each cell. “Look! Haha! It's the Lonely god!” “Cold blooded killer!” “Usurper!”

"This is your last day ugly animal, you self conceited Animal! You should better run or else I'll skin you off. Don't blame me for making me this angry. In this century no one would ever disrespect this God!" A God made his way to that annoying animal, Luis Park! And this God is Dripping with Acids! The stones melt! It means that this God is something. Unbelievable and Powerful! This God is coming! Nobody! No one! That God is coming! .... "This place is too dark for a handsome like me." Then he felt a cold wind. "Growled~" His stomach growled. 'So scary!' He thought as his pants were pissed off. But it wasn't just a cold!

He was utterly, profoundly alone. He had spent a lifetime building fortresses—of money, of power, of emotional distance. He had believed they made him strong. Now, he saw they were only lonely. Jonah had punched a hole in those walls with nothing but his sincerity, his passion, his radiance. And now, in a last attempt to repair the defenses, Clarkson had shoved him back out into the cold.

It looks like my happiness is waning and declining day by day even my Dad has refused to come back to life. I live in solitary, forlorn, and doldrums. I have no home of my own, no husband, no children, no family, and even my only hope refuses to come back to life. It now looks like everyone is running from me. Who knows maybe I'm a creature made of misfortune, harps, and troubles." "Shush, that's enough. Everyone might forsake you or run away from you just as you said but God will never leave you. He won't, just trust him."

I was the only one still trapped in the hatred of three years ago. I lit the candles and bowed my head before them. "Mom. Baby. I saw them again. "Julian Sterling thinks I'm going to save him." I gave a cold laugh. "This time, I'll send them to hell with my own hands."