Air Mata Tuhan Novels & Stories

“Oh, I will, my dear.” Hadi winked at him. Truth speaking, Mad was kind of blushing. Aside from Shadow, Hadi was the second one to call him dear. His wife called him my love. It was a little bit intimate and he liked it. Or, at least that was what he thought, “My retina’s color is Atomic Tangerine. Do you know what the eye color indicated it as?” He summoned his restored mana inside his heart. His heart started to glow, the eye soon followed before the entire body glowing beautifully following the color of his eyes.

We look at one another in confusion at what we are witnessing and had me questioning just how much of a gift the Goddess has given her. “Caterina, your eyes… How?” my brother stutters, looking at me as if I had the answers as to why my mate’s eyes now glistened gold.

Gogo Ramatu said crying the same way as Tehzeeb "Gogo Ramatu take heart,Aisha does not need your tears now but prayers. Every living soul shall taste death, whenever death arrived at your door step you shouldn't cry rather pray because you have no idea how the grave is. Please pray for her, she doesn't deserve your tears" Mrs Habiba said trying her possible best to control her own tears

"Hey Joe, why don’t you just pretend to agree to make Katherine your Luna? And then postpone the mating ceremony. At the same time, make every effort to find the best doctor to heal Katherine. Once she gets cured, you can just cancel the ceremony." "That’s an option indeed. But I don't want to lie and give Katherine false hope. It's unfair for her." With this in mind, I decided to tell my true feelings. "Mom, making Katherine my Luna is not a wise choice. That would harm her, because we don’t even share a mate bond. I always treat her as my younger sister.” However, my words only made my mother even more angrier. “Kathy became like this because of you! How could she possibly find a mate if y

**Seeing Visions** Aria had been graced with extraordinary visions, mystical gifts bestowed upon her by the ethereal Moon Goddess, for several weeks. These visions had danced in and out of her consciousness, often cloaked in enigma and bathed in luminescence. The fleeting images that flashed before her eyes and the whispers that reverberated within her mind felt like elusive shadows, just beyond her grasp. However, in recent days, the frequency of these mystical glimpses had surged, transforming from disjointed fragments into vibrant, vivid tapestries of possibility.

Suddenly he and Rosie exit the room. Matt sits down beside me, putting his head in his hands. I see his body start to shake and I realize he was crying. I want to run to him and put my arms around him and let him know I am right here. But I cannot move, and I cannot do anything with my body in this moment. I felt helpless as my mate’s grief overwhelms me. “Moon Goddess, if you can hear me, please send me back to my mate. I know things have not always been easy for us, but he is where I want to be. Please send me back so I can return to him,” I beg hoping the Moon Goddess would hear my pleas.

Tears flowing out of my eyes, and my heart sinking with fear, I whimpered. I placed my palm on his forehead holding him and crying my heart out as he did not open his eyes. “Please, please, open your eyes. Please, not again. Moon Goddess, please don’t do this to me. I cannot live with the same guilt again, PLEASE.” I cried. Not again, I cannot this time afford to lose my mate. Not again due to me, this cannot be happening, please give him back to me goddess. Please.

Those ocean blue eyes and the way they set upon her face, churned Matsyaa's insides in unfamiliar uneasiness. Deep orbs, confined in even darker rings made them look like there was an entire universe behind those curly lashes with stars and moons. It was surreal. Especially when his eyes had a language of their own. They spoke of authority, dominance, and intimidation to some degree.

" Andrew looked at me with some fear in his eyes but he nodded his head. I took his hands in mine, trying to ignore the electricity coming from Andrew as I gave him a weak smile. Anastasia placed two fingers on each of our temples and closed her eyes. I kept my eyes open while Andrew closed his tightly. Elijah looked on in silence with his hands folded together in a thinking pose. I felt a slight tingling sensation in my chest and saw Anastasia's eyes snap open as a white cord of sorts sprung from my chest and wiped to Andrew's chest. She gasped and Andrew opened his eyes. "It is much brighter then I was expecting considering you haven't marked each other yet. You haven't yet, right?" We bot

he stresses. She frowns with concern, glancing from him to me. “I admit I got a bit worried when I sensed the presence of a God approaching. Haven’t felt that kind of energy since I was turned into a visum.” “This is Azadou, the God of Malice,” Ayawamat introduces. I give her a stiff nod in greeting as her eyes widen considerably. “You…you’re the one who created the eyti,” she breathes in disbelief. “That’s correct,” I confirm with displeasure.