The Mind Of God Novels & Stories

The next words I said stunned Elder Moses. "My thoughts about that has made me to lose faith in God." "What do you mean by that?" "Philosophy of life! Everything is confusing at some point because when one starts to imagine different scenarios, he or she ends up getting to nowhere." "This is why prayer is an important part in the thought process, so God can guide our thoughts to truth!" "No matter how you try, you may never get complete answers." "Again, that is only if we don't let God be part of the equation!"

Yachne said Khali was quiet for a moment. Yachne glanced at her, and she could read all her thoughts. Yachne only observed Khali's actions, and Rye has nothing to do with Yachne discovering Khali's power. This word is what Khali read into Yachne's mind. "Jesus, you're incredible!" suddenly said Yachne. "I'm so fond of supernatural human capabilities, and whoa, I couldn't believe it, you're one of them."

Chapter 21. Success Bright POV. If someone asks if anyone has ever seen a god, i would say i have seen one. In flesh and blood. For others he may be a human, a mere human, but for me, i can never put him at a place of a human. He is far above. He is a god himself. Selfless. Loving. Caring. Gentle.

he vows, his body radiating violent promise. I tap down the dominance itching to take over and put him in his place, keeping my thoughts on Orenda and the baby to keep myself…civil. Or as close to it as I can get. “I’m not trying to fuel anything. I just know there is no other being who can shield someone or something from a God except another God,” I clarify with measured words. I had no idea being mindful of your words was this fucking exhausting.

Even he seems confused, his doesn’t help my shaking nerves. “I can’t control Time’s mind. I’ve never been able to. Maybe it’s because we are brothers, but I’m assuming it’s because he’s too powerful to have his mind infiltrated. It would simply break nature, if someone could delve into his mind and make him use his abilities in a catastrophic manner,” Thought says slowly, voice hushed and slightly raspy. “Then it can’t have been me,” I say shakily, glancing at the back of Time’s head, wondering what he is thinking. “It must have been something else.”

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t run all the way back to my car. *** The mind is a strange, sometimes wonderful (and horrible) thing. Given the right circumstances, it can become extremely flexible and absorb a lot more weirdness than we give it credit for. All it takes is the right combination of desperation and the dogged determination of someone frightened to death (in a suppressed sort of way) of losing his grip on a rigidly constructed, routine-oriented world.

But now, I was finally here, and I only had the wind to keep me company. I held up my phone, snapped a picture of the sparkling water, and sent it to the AI. "I'm here. It's beautiful." The second I hit send, a reply popped onto the screen. "Turn around." My heart stopped, then began pounding violently against my ribs. Those words carried some impossible magic, instantly shattering all my logic. I gripped my phone and spun around. And then, I froze. In my line of sight, there was no mysterious figure. There was only Julian and Sloane.

He nodded slowly. “Yes. That too.” A quiet moment passed. Then I spoke again. “If the Architect exists inside the code…” Death finished the thought. “Then the protocol is more than a program.” “It is consciousness.” “Yes.” Kieran’s eyes darkened. “And we are fighting a god that hides inside logic.” “Yes.” I whispered, “A god with no body.” Kieran added quietly, “And no mercy.” The Newborn God suddenly shifted. His voice trembled slightly. “I feel something.” My head snapped toward him.

She filled my mind the way that a gentle warmth fills it on an intermittently cloudy day, here we have only been in one almost never ending rain storm. “You need nothing at all that you do not already have within” the Goddess gently breathed into my mind. “You have to decide you’re going to use it correctly, and believe in yourself 100%. I’ve provided you with all the tools.” Comprehension flooded through me with such sudden and blinding clarity that suddenly everything made perfect sense. And the cure wasn't a sacrifice of an Alpha at all. It never had been. I was the one who consciously choused an active disdain for the darkness that attempted to consume me from inside, my option to go wit

Do not let it touch you. I didn’t answer. Because it already had. Not physically. Not yet. It brushed the edges of my awareness like a hand hovering just shy of skin, reading me in layers—mortal memory, wolf instinct, divine resonance—peeling through each with unnerving precision. You are not an error, it conveyed—not in words, but in understanding. You are an echo returned. The gods recoiled. Even the first god—the architect of cycles, the one who had spoken in inevitability—drew back as the presence rose higher, its vastness distorting the lattice further. Cracks spiderwebbed through the in-between, bleeding raw darkness threaded with ancient light.