What Happens If You Mock God Novels & Stories

Their glowing aura told me all I needed to know. This was one of the Moon Goddess’ stars. A spirit much like her, but not at all like myself. They claim to be Gods, whereas beings like me ARE Gods. I keep my expression neutral as I step through the black hole and gaze at the scene before me. The spirit and three of his friends are here, trying to ward off the angry souls that escaped through the same black hole as I did. I sigh before snapping my fingers, bringing them back under control again. As soon as the scene quietens down again, I return my gaze to the Star-Spirit and utter, “to summon me, then to attempt to keep me from returning. Is this the way mortals treat their Gods now?”

“Kaze Lee, you are nothing but a piece of shit! An idiot and a retard! Don’t you know what’s going on now? “You’ve pissed off the God of War and the entire country! Everyone wants you dead! I am the hero of justice who exposed you and defended the God of War’s name and honor! The God of War might have to thank me! “Maybe when you are being executed, I can get exclusive permission to stream it live! I can use you one last time to get more followers!” It was a huge offense to impersonate the God of War! Kaze must give an explanation to the people of the country! If he could not, he would be dead!

“Breath. Don’t let them bait you into sounding unhinged. You’re not the prophet. You’re the person who lived through the trial run.” “Comforting,” I said. “I’m serious,” she said. “Godmode already sounds like a manifesto on legs. If you meet it at that frequency, they’ll write you off as dueling gods. You need to sound… boring.” “Boring,” I repeated. “Human,” she corrected. “Tired. Clear. Like someone who’s seen too much and still chooses the mess.” She squeezed my shoulder. “I’ll be right off‑camera,” she said. “Try not to stroke out.”

That small movement he did to reassure me that he was ready to jump in if needed. The God finally looked at me fully. Not through me. At me. “You step into my land,” he said, “uninvited, and you complain about hospitality?” I crossed my arms. My hands were shaking, so I locked them in place. “You dropped monsters on us,” I said. “We could have died.” The God’s mouth twitched. He cleared his throat and muttered under his breath. “She said the exact same thing.” “Mortals,” he said. “Always so loud.”

The celestial god had bridged a gap between gods and humans a long time ago. He watched her run in the garden like a three years old child with no care in the world. Her laughter rang in the wind like soft bells. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Adjusting the flowers, he walked toward her confident. His mind was made up, he was going to talk to her, and they were going to be friends. Soon, he got to where she stood with a wide grin plastered on his face. He extended the flowers to her. But to his dismay, she walked past him. He followed her, hoping she’d accept his flowers. But it was almost like he wasn't there. He realized she could not see him. She had no idea someone

My nostrils flare and I feel heat prickle up my spine, but I manage to reign myself in. She is not someone I wish to snap at. “You have a lot of nerve to show such disrespect. Has it not yet sunk in that you’re talking to a God?” I say bitingly. “Has it not yet sunk in that I don’t care? I mean, whatcha gonna do, smite me?” she says mockingly before her body slumps in confusion, “What does smite even mean?”

Harper chipped in, “We all know who orchestrated this farce. The real question is whether or not he has the courage to admit it.” Morgott roared, “Garbage! Everyone knows the Waitara Path has been gone for years. Using his return is just a cover-up for cowardice. Yet, you all have the nerve to be acting like righteous followers?” Yianni snorted, “That’s the nature of these divine beings. They’re so used to their words being the absolute law. Over time, they even believe in their own lies.” A few divine beings were infuriated and were eager to fight, while some others lowered their heads in silence.

she continued, her lips curving, “and do an act of worship to me.” The words hit me like a slap! Just when I thought she'd finished… “Because,” she continued, her time dipping into something mocking, “right now, I'm god. Your god actually.” “What?!” Melody exploded beside me. “That's insane and totally unacceptable! A mere housewife playing god and asking—” “Or,” Jasmine cuts across her, eyes moving to Melody with unhurried interest, “you could do it in his place. How about that?”

Our pack was forcibly dissolved for provoking a war. The Werewolf Council issued a new decree. All young wolves who hadn't participated in the war were required to undergo a heart blood extraction within one month to complete an aggression gene screening. Those who passed could join a new pack. Those who didn't would be expelled and cast out as rogues. Sophia, a white wolf, suddenly claimed that her father was the chairman of the Werewolf Council. She said she could get her father to exempt everyone from the screening and grant them unconditional entry into the Blackstone Pack. Our friends believed her and simply waited for her to lead them into the new pack. I urged everyone to complete the

"I know we're supposed to be serious right now but you have a villain monologue tendency." "That's not a real thing," he debated. "It is," I stood firm on my word. "Whatever. I'm going to be a god." "Is that why you want to win so bad? Is that what happens? Do you get all of this power and become the only deity? Good and bad?" "I bet your brain is fit as a track star because it's always running a million miles. Don't you worry. You'll see." "Can we just talk for a moment? No one that religious these days anyway." I tried.