The Lonely God Novels & Stories

I parked in the garage and went into the house. The house was quiet. It’s just me now. I’ll get used to it eventually, though I have to admit that I feel lonely. But I am not going to dwell on it. This feeling is just temporary. At least, I hope. Shaking that thought out of my head, I went to take a shower. When I was finished, I sat on my bed thinking about this point in my life. My job starts tomorrow night, so I’ll stay awake just a little longer to slowly adjust working the graveyard shift. Looking at the time, it’s only 10pm, so I looked for something to watch on one of those streaming networks. No matter how many streaming services or channels I have, there is always nothin

he said and I gulped the bile rising in my throat. Stay strong Emmy. Put your feet on the ground and look ahead. I closed my eyes for a second and tried to even my breaths. I opened them and looked in front of me. “Because I put my faith in you.” I said and it was true. When I had nothing. no clue. No direction, I got to know about him from a witch. A god who lived among us, a god in exile. A lonely God. “Because I want to help you.” the words were out of my mouth before I could realize and something inside his eyes changed. He looked annoyed, and surprised and for some reason I don’t see the hostility in his eyes aiming at me.

She was there to take some rest and slowly She felt her soul leaving the ground Weighing like air she faded bit by bit Dusting into decay and rot And she saw the last run of the man She probably loved She dissipated some more She could feel herself descend... Was this really the end? Not Your Typical Love It was not a sudden incident That bridged his cold heart To the warmth of her presence He had often felt a lonesome need to fulfill His imaginative greed With the belief of something better Than the freezing reality of his existence He took to his realization Of her pretty presence and the fearlessness Maybe this was what the God’s were after all this while Caging him in his own consciousne

The Goddess answered Luna's questions honestly, explained aspects of divine governance, discussed the nature of bridges and why they were rare. "You're lonely," Luna observed at one point. "Being divine means being separate. You can't really connect with anyone as an equal." "Perceptive. Yes, godhood is isolating. Bridges understand that isolation in ways other mortals don't. You exist between worlds, never fully belonging anywhere. We're alike in that way." "Is that why you wanted to meet me? You're lonely too?" The Goddess smiled sadly. "Perhaps. It's been a very long time since anyone surprised me, challenged me, refused to simply accept my plans. You remind me that free will, true free w

Gwen sat beside Eddie and kept looking at his handsome face. Eddie could be seen walking on a lonely road. The lonely road is an isolated street. It seems no one has ever stepped foot there. No single sign of a car. There’s no sign of activity there. No noise or shadows. Eddie felt he was walking through a ghost town. Eddie could feel fear and anxiety in all his body, thinking if there could be somebody by his side but no one was there. He kept walking and the road seemed endless. "Hello!, Anybody here". He called out, only to be greeted by the response of his echo.

“I expected she called me, but I saw you. I didn’t know what to feel but anger. How did you summon me when I don’t even know you? I thought she was you, but--- so, I attacked without thinking. I’m sorry.” I don’t know what to say. The woman Kurai mentions that whom he married. Is that who he means? “I’m sorry, too. I didn’t know that I’ve sung the song that cause you to come down here.” “I thought she was still alive.” What happened to him? I wanted to ask him about it, but I hate to pry and just waited for him to speak up. He just sat there as his eyes try to stop the tears at bay. I somehow felt mesmerize by the expressions he gives away. Is there anyway a God like him could feel emotions?

Samson took a glance at Ace. “Me? As someone like me, who stands by God’s left and right hands, I’m destined to be alone.” Ace stood up and looked at his feet. “Have you ever experienced the feeling of seeing everyone from above and being able to look over everything?” Samson shook his head. ‘Compared to Ace, I’m just an earthling.’ After a long pause, Ace whispered. “It’s lonely.” ‘Lonely.’ Those who were different from ordinary people, those who were smart and always stood by the perspective of God, were destined to be alone.

In the depths of hell, I learned who I was. It takes a strong soul to endure so much pain and heartache and still make it out alive.... to not get stuck in the deep burning pit of misery. It takes a resilient creature to claw its way, back up out of the darkness and back into a reality, where your nightmares, can finally turn into dreams. My human name is Sebastian Quinn. I have been a lone wolf since the alpha of the Moon Shadow pack disbanded and disowned me from the pack a hundred years ago because of my special and reliable ability that is one-of-a-kind; knowing everyone's truth and lies.

a land that was not supposed to be stepped by the none holy beings, the stones voluntarily gave way for these gods,as they walked in with no single fear in their heart, there was a smoke at the middle of that cave, it concentrated on a grave, the grave was White in color and was plain like Cristal, is shown lights of many beauties, Luku and the Warlock sat on it, discussing when the other gods came to them, they looked up and smiled, they were so relaxed and calm, like nothing was going on, what had happened to them, nobody knew, Atinuke felt something strange about such a peaceful hurry less sitting, but Odo just went to them and as soon as she entered the smoke, she joined in the conversa

Arthur found me weeping in the pantry yesterday, overwhelmed by the certain, inexplicable feeling that I had left the oven on in a house I’d never lived in. They are everywhere. A God of the Particular Way Dust Motes Dance in a Sunbeam. A God of the Lingering Taste of Metal. A God of That One Word You Can’t Remember. They are born from the fallout—the Warden’s clumsy creation, our son’s unleashed power, the dissipated melancholy of the Muse. They are too numerous to fight, too fragile to destroy. Stepping on the wrong patch of carpet might annihilate the God of Worn-Out Sock Elastic, and who knows what the metaphysical repercussions of that would be?