Writing Gods Novels & Stories

I argue, her revelation sounding more confounding than awe-inspiring. “Come on, Orenda, think about it!” she exclaims, frustratedly slapping her thighs. “The God’s are just energy. Their body’s only exist because they used their magic to create them. Just look at your own animai – or former animai, I should say,” she corrects with a taunting smirk. The reminder of my mutual rejection lances through me like barbed wire. “Azadou was made because of a manifestation of Jartre’s magic; you said so yourself. His body and the body of every other God is just a giant meatsuit. Their blood isn’t blood the way yours or - more accurately - mine is and doesn’t hold the same function. Their blood is reall

Theo was walking back to his house, after cleaning himself up, in a deep thought, and confused look in his face. He was still confused as why did the Black Gu substance came out of his body, thinking that he didn't even complete, forget about complete, he wasn't in the late stage of body tempering, why. he was pondering very hard, his heart was confused, it was etching for the answer, but there was no one to answer. as he whispered in his own thought," did i do something wrong while cultivating it, or is it because of Golden body Transformation, as i can see that my skin are smooth and soft. hmm then it must be because of golden body transformation technique."

“That is a *Summon.*” Kael turned, brow furrowed. “Summoning what?” “Not what,” the Firstborn replied. “**Who.**” A silence followed. Heavy. Chilling. “Then say it,” Aria said. The Firstborn faced her. “The one who wrote the first name. The source of the gods. The origin of fate. The weaver of all Realms.” Even the wind seemed to still. “**The Creator.**” Rowan’s mouth went dry. “Why would something like that come here now?”

“So, when one happened for Ruhna, it became the talk of Paradise. All the gods and celestials have been waiting eagerly for the birth of a new god.” My breath caught in my lungs. A chill ran down my spine, leaving goosebumps all over my body. “We believe this new god will restore the balance our world lost long ago, especially after the Forced Activation.” In Paradise, one might be born a celestial, but the chance to become a god was rarely granted — for gods were not born; they were made. It all made sense now. Yandor’s desperation to take me to heaven. And even… My eyes flicked to Asher.

"Mom, what were those needs?" "Simple, to create other beings and the first thing he created were the six gods. Ashton, the gods of dragons also known as king of fire. Asmodeus god of the demons and the king of hell, Zachary god of sorcerers. Rosalyn goddess of the vampires and known as the blood queen, and Iris goddess of the fairies. Last of course is Kamaria aka the moon goddess and my mother."

“I know enough,” Elior replied calmly. “Because the God who created heaven and earth knows you. And He sent me.” The fire between them crackled, sparks rising into the night. “There are many who call themselves gods,” Elior said, his voice steady and firm. “But they are nothing more than shadows and idols. False gods and powers that only borrow and imitate what they did not create. Only one God formed the heavens, the earth, and every living thing within them.”

Always. But it never worked on him. He had no mercy or love to give. That was the one thing the so-called genuiuses forgot to programme into his game-style code of zeroes and ones. He was a cruel teenager - one who had existed since the dawn of time in this strange land of Alphas and Gods. Miaka was the only female left - so he would be stupid to let her lie - for if she did there would be no new blood to torture - and the teen God loved to torture them.

“Yeah. Replicated life forms must have a mark engraved on their bodies, otherwise they’d get mixed up with the real ones.” “But replicated gods don’t grow, do they? Even without a mark, they should be easy to distinguish from ordinary gods, right?” “Who told you that?” Shia pushed up her glasses. “Replicated gods come in two types—those that can grow and those that cannot. The ones that can grow develop from childhood to old age, and they’re basically no different from ordinary gods, except they’re a bit quieter and emotionally lacking. Actually… with a personality like yours, if a replicated god stood next to you, people would probably get you mixed up.”

The cover reads 'Legend of the gods. Curiously, I flipped open the first page while still standing at the top of the ladder and I read. 'long ago, before any being was created on earth, the three powerful gods rule the earth. There was the sun god Helios; creator of light and master of the day. Selene the moon goddess who created the moon. Mistress of the night and Mother of all living creatures in the world. She created the supernatural creatures and also the humans. Then last of all is Khaos, known as the legendary beast. He was the least of all gods and the moon goddess put him in charge of taking care of her children on earth so there would be peace among all. The moon goddess gave him a

She eyes me as we are walking and asks me, 'What do you mean Lord Drake? 'Oh um, every different species of shifters or supernaturals have their own God or Goddess. Those deities determine the destinies of all of the creatures created in the species of themselves. When hybrids are involved, they have to get a meeting together with the other deities to determine the direction to go. So, say the Vampire God, Lord Drake decided that none of his vampire children would be able to fully satisfy me in all ways of my life. He would have a meeting with Selene the Moon Goddess, Cordelia Queen of all Witch Covens, who doesn't like to be called a Goddess, Jesus and the human God, and Blair the Bear God.