The Lonely God Novelas e Histórias

I was the happiest woman alive, I wished to relive the night over and over and over again till eternity. If we spent the night together, it only meant he saw me as his mate, and he was also in love with me, right? That was why he could not resist the temptation because he craved for my body the same way I craved for his. I looked at the bruises on my arms, it was all worth it. But my smile faded when Lucian was nowhere to be found. I looked side to side, expecting to see him on the other side, but I was well aware from the time I had awoken that I was alone.

I turn to the goddess. “You regret creating them.” “Yes.” “Do you regret existing?” She studies me carefully. “No.” “Then why do you look like you want to disappear?” Her voice breaks slightly. “Because I do not trust myself not to repeat my mistake.” The confession shakes me. “You fear loneliness again,” I whisper. “Yes.” “And you think if I take your place, I will understand.” “Yes.” “And suffer.” “Yes.” Silence presses in. “You made gods to avoid loneliness,” I say slowly. “And now you are alone again.”

Just being able to eat at a table again instead of on the cold floor is a small achievement. “We have a few,” he answers vaguely. — Gods of war and peace. Gods of desire, hate and love. And a wolf god who created everyone else because he was tired of being alone in the sky. The impression of your voice makes me curious. — Don't you believe in your gods? The Prince takes a long pause. He seems to reflect on something at the bottom of his glass.

A skeletal tree, fossilized for generations, suddenly bloomed. Its black flowers opened. And screamed. In the Pale Court, mirrors burst into ash. Prophets clawed at their throats, gagging on their own tongues as visions overtook them. In the Hollow Vale, the soil began to pulse. With heat. With sorrow. With something worse than vengeance, Expectation. A shape rose. Not bone. Not man. A god made of hunger, grief, and the dust of old queens’ promises. The God Below did not rise for crowns.

God. The important part. The ordinary days. The hard conversations. The rebuilding after mistakes. Elena rested her forehead lightly against his shoulder. “You know what I love most about us now?” “What?” “I never feel emotionally lonely beside you anymore.” God. That sentence physically hurt his chest. Because loneliness once haunted their relationship constantly. Now companionship felt effortless. Adrian kissed the top of her head softly. “You know what I love most?” “What?” “That loving you stopped feeling like something I had to earn.”

Too fast to even react or make a protest, Clay smirks as he crashes his lips unto him as the door closes. Now, tell me what could it be? But a rather skyline? “The most terrible loneliness is in loving someone completely, deeply, and without reserve and knowing you’re not loved that way in return.” ----- Anonymous -----

a woman. She wandered through the empty universe alone. Days, centuries, millennia... time had no meaning. She smiled as she created rivers of light, and she laughed as she shaped stars. Yet, there was no one to share them with. Aiden whispered, "She was alone." A voice answered beside him, "Completely." The First Guardian stood there, watching the memory unfold. "Creation is beautiful," he said softly, "but loneliness is unbearable." The Moon Goddess knelt within the endless light. For the very first time... she cried. One single silver tear drifted into the emptiness below, sparkling like a tiny moon. Aiden watched it fall.

⸻ 🌙 The Lonely Boy The pages turned. ⸻ A memory emerged. ⸻ Not of a god. Not of an author. ⸻ A boy. ⸻ Alone. ⸻ Sitting in endless darkness. ⸻ No stars. No worlds. No dreams. ⸻ Nothing. ⸻ Just silence. ⸻ The same loneliness the Dreamer once described. ⸻ The same loneliness the Mother once felt. ⸻ The same loneliness the Void King carried for eternity.

He gasps, gagging, and vomits black liquid that sizzles against the earth. He collapses to his knees, retching, darkness peeling off him in writhing strips like rotting skin. Underneath is something small, weak and pathetic. A hollow shell where a god once stood. Lola and I step forward as one. “Together,” we declare, light and shadow entwining, “we are balance. Goddesses born.” The sky cracks open — light flooding one side, night swallowing the other. “We do not beg.” The earth trembles. “We do not break.”

I tell him. “Damn, Well, it’s about time you found a man who knows how to please you. All your previous boyfriends have been shit. I’m gay and I could probably please a woman better than most straight men. I mean, how many times did you finish with Mitchell?” Who needs a man when you can have a God? I’m only going off two encounters here, but I’m telling you there is no competition. Gods are Gods for a reason, and they will literally rock your world.