Air Mata Tuhan Novels & Stories

When Aishatu left to bring the water, I closed my eyes to say a little prayer hoping Ruhun Daji would listen. "Ruhun Daji, I call on you to come and work through me. If my time with you was real and you have indeed set me on this path, then I ask you to work through me freely, for I am only human and will fail without you. Let your powers flow and work through me."

But all I could do was watch, and hope that she would find a way to overcome the challenges ahead. As I stood beside Alingat, gazing out at the Tranquil Lake, a sudden presence filled the air. The atmosphere shifted, and the very fabric of reality seemed to bend in reverence. I felt it, Alingat felt it, and every soul in the afterlife felt it - the arrival of the supreme deity, Bathala. The god of all gods stepped into view, his radiance illuminating the lake and the surrounding landscape. His presence was both calming and awe-inspiring, a reminder of his omnipotence.

His black and ash molten skin beneath his armor turned a golden brown. Silence fell across the ravine. The sound of clashing swords ceased. No wounded cry could be heard, nor growl or snarl of an underworld wild. No groans or cries of pain sounded as the sky cleared revealing a night for the gods. Glistening stars and a bright moon hung above us. No rain or storm threatened to return. The eerie silence gripped me, making me shiver. I watched from afar as Mathias held his Atma’s body. Cradling Lamia as if she is the most precious thing in the realm. To him, she is.

When our eyes met, my world stopped and I think I stopped breathing. "MATE!" I was brought back to reality by my wolf. When I came back to my senses, I saw her smiling at me. "Hi," she said. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Clara's POV While I was sitting, I heard something. I looked behind me and saw a man standing. I slowly lifted my head and just saw a handsome man with a fresh grassy green color swirling in his Atlantic blue eyes. His eyes are beautiful. Green-Blue eyes, blue. That's rare among wolves.

She gasped when she felt her heart beating. “W-what’s w-wrong with m-me?” Amira asked but Agatha firmly held her trembling hands. “There’s nothing wrong with you, Amira. You’re different. But it doesn’t mean you’re defective,” “But why am I like this?” Amira asked as her tears started to form in the corner of her eyes. Agatha stared with fascination at Amira’s eyes that were filled with threatening tears. She had never seen a goddess cry before unless during their childbirth which is a given since giving birth to another goddess is one of the most painful parts of a goddess' life.

She could sense someone or something watching her, it was a weird presence and she couldn't quite pinpoint the position as it came from everywhere. 'Who could it possibly be?' Katie wondered, her eyes narrowing as she looked around. Her thoughts raced to make sense of the situation. But a voice interrupted her thought. "Katie," Oprah called. “What are you doing?" "Oh it's nothing, just taking in the view," Katie replied but Oprah noticed her unease. “Hmm, I don't think so. Maybe I should just take a peek,” Oprah said and her eyes glowed silver. Oprah was a Mindflayer and could read people's minds but it required eye contact, so Katie hurried to hide her face.

"Trust in your instincts, for they are the whispers of your heart. Allow the love that binds you to Athara to guide you, and you shall find what you seek." Her words served as a lifeline, grounding me when I felt adrift amidst the turbulence of my emotions. They resonated within me, weaving themselves into the tapestry of my being, reminding me that love was not confined to the limitations of this physical plane. During those moments when the world seemed unyielding, I sought solace in the wisdom of Mother Tanna. She spoke of the interconnectedness of all things, of the mysterious threads that linked souls across time and space. I hung on her every word, etching them into my soul, for they r

Of all the beauty, hers was the most divine. Her purple eyes gleamed with her grey armor as she rose from the ashes, did her purple gaze shine with her tears or her enemy’s blood? They were afraid to call her by her name……. Athena. I am Athena Raven Lark, and this is my Story.

Athena Under the twinkling stars, I stood by the tranquil lake, the moon casting a silvery glow that danced across the water’s surface. The gentle lapping of the waves against the shore created a soothing rhythm, and the cool night air carried the fragrance of blooming night jasmine, filling me with a sense of calm. Here, I felt Seraphim’s spirit, gentle yet powerful, enveloping me in a warm embrace, whispering secrets of strength and wisdom that transcended time.

Lucas When I opened my eyes, I found Ryker and Miatta looking down at me with relieved smiles on their faces. Athena's countenance could not exactly be described as joy but she looked a bit relieved as well. Miatta was a breath of fresh air. Thank the Goddess, she mentally communicated, tears in her eyes.