Van Nest Assembly Of God Novels & Stories

One of them was "THE FORSAKEN GOD!" THE ANIMAL GOD WHO FLEE FROM THE WORLD OF GODS! He read the book to let his tribes know who is their God! "Our God is Forsaken! THE FORSAKEN GOD! He lived deep inside in this deepest hell, "The Crater." But the GOD wanted to PROTECT US! He Stayed here for 100 years! HE'S A GOD! "He lived for almost a thousand years! And now our God is Back! He's going to reclaim his throne!"

VANESSA'S POV The days began to knit together, forming the fabric of our new normal. The rhythm was no longer dictated by fear, but by the sun and the seasons, by the needs of the body and the soul. The daily gatherings at dawn and dusk became the heartbeat of the pack, a silent, shared breath that centered us before the work of the day and settled us before the rest of the night.

He was trying to exert the same dominance over the unborn child that he did over the rest of the world. The VTOL finally began its descent. The Urals rose up like the teeth of a giant, jagged and white with snow. We didn't land on a runway. Nevan flew the craft directly into a fissure in the rock, the wings retracting just as the stone walls closed in around us. The hangar of The Hive was a tomb of rusted steel and ancient dust. As the engines died, the silence hit me like a physical blow. The bridge felt different here—muffled, heavy.

he said, seizing the moment of vulnerability in Carmela's tone, his own emotions laid bare in the confession. Nestor's words rang with the sincerity of his deepest convictions. Since learning of Carmela's pregnancy and his impending role as a father, his sole ambition had been to stand by her side, fostering a harmonious family. Yet, every time he embraced this dream, Victoria's enduring love for him intruded upon his thoughts, casting a shadow over his joy and replacing it with a sobering awareness of their complex reality. Each utterance from Nestor seemed to carry the weight of his emotions, much like the delicate dance of light and shadow outside their secluded hut. The rustle of leaves