12 Naga Novels & Stories

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

Children's voices answered them from the deep darkness of the well. Ragnar and Lathgertha then began to search for a way to bring the children up from this gaping hole. While they were busy looking everywhere for tools or items that could help, Ragnar continuing to ask questions, learned from Lathgertha that she had been in Jötunheimar for almost twelve moons already. She had traveled with two of her sisters and a convoy of merchants riding horses who had all served as game for the giants after they unknowingly passed through one of Loki's portals.

“But forget about me. You have to be careful Nico. This Snake Man or Naga you told me about – you say he is keeping Constantin captive and his venom is slowly killing him?” “Venom? You never told me that.” Darina scowled at me. “What in god’s name is a Naga?” “An ancient snake race.” Mariana said. “There has to be an antidote for the venom I might have some books on it. Darina can help me search for it while you’re away.” “Good.” That ought to keep her occupied, keep her mind off me for a while, I hoped. “I have yet to see him transform if that is at all possible.”

He hissed. I stood up slowly, gripping my bleeding arm. My entire body was aching. "I do not wish to kill you, if I wanted, I could have killed your grandson." I looked at the Naga before me, he didn’t look much older than his grandson, but they aged slowly and could live up to five hundred years. They were the species with the second longest life span, after the Fae. His eyes narrowed and I tried to calm my heart, not wanting him to know the extent of how exhausted I was.

After then, Mya was banned by her fathers from going anywhere. It was noon when they approached the abode of the nagas, three young nagas crawled out of the cave. Just like the Alpha twins, there was a set of naga twins. Akhan and Ishan. The older twin, Akhan was a spitting image of Amyntas. The young naga had dark blue hair with black highlights. His navy blue tail was veiny and had light brown stripes.

I reply. “Will your brother follow through?” They ask. “Yes!” “You may pass and know we look forward to the demise of this man, but apologize that he is your mate’s father.” I remember, later as I find a spot on the trail I can rest, that Naga can read your thoughts or hypnotize you. They can alter your mind and memories and I must stay on guard. After a brief break, I decide I need to make it further up the trail before I can make camp for the night. I eat some fruit leather and jerky and sip my flask of tea and then continue up the winding path that edges along the cliffside.

"All you have to do is just imagine those rings rotate back into their original positions. When all the seven rings are aligned, it would reveal a hidden image of a snake!" "A Naga," Dad corrected. "A seven-headed Naga symbolizes timelessness and immortality. The Nagas are also guardians of sacred entrances." "So does it mean the spiral is some kind of an entrance?" I asked. "Possibly," he said. "Well, but the problem is the spiral can't be moved," Dr. Ivan sighed. "We've tried." "You forgot one thing, Doctor," Dad said. "The Moonstone." Obviously, the Moonstone was the key to unlocking some hidden mechanism inside the spiral.

Screams—pleasure and pain—slithered through the cracks. Inside the Room of Fates, the walls were covered in silken vines that moved on their own. In the center stood a plinth of black marble, and tied to it was a stunning Naga, her serpentine lower half coiled tight around her own tail. Her breasts were full and glistening, her tongue forked and eager. “She was once a priestess,” Terra whispered, stroking the Naga’s chin. “Now she serves as a seer and a cum oracle. With every climax, she speaks prophecy.”

They could capture her again, and her sacrifice would be for naught. However, Little Yin’s eyes were not on those men. Rather, they were glued to the giant white crane flying above their heads. Contrary to the three human figures and one cat that most people could see riding the giant bird, what Little Yin saw was something else. A little human boy. A nine-headed bird. (2) A naga. (3) And a white tiger. In particular, she felt a special resonance with the little human boy and the white tiger. Karma threads.

What was certain though was that in the time that Tamerlane and his group disappeared, sightings of peculiar, anthropomorphic reptiles began. The Nagas, whose name translated to “snake people”, were a race of monstrified Slayers. They had immense strength, a certain degree of longevity, and various mystical abilities. People claimed they were tengu that had taken over the identities of dead Slayers because they wore ō-yorois, which were a type of heavy armor reserved especially for times of open war, but they carried them with careless disregard for the color and design of the lacing and marched under a disarray of banners, not unlike how hermit crabs would occupy empty scavenged shells.