Ariana Grande Agama Novels & Stories

Then, he dropped to one knee and pressed a reverent kiss on the back of my hand. “Godmother.” Our wedding was held in the rose garden of the fortress. There were no guests from the outside world—only Dad and a few close family elders. Xavier wore a tiny suit that matched mine in color. He was our ring bearer, walking toward us with a big smile on his face. Dad placed my hand in Kane’s and, though his eyes were red, said firmly, “Take good care of her.” Kane nodded solemnly. “I swear on my life.”

“The Iron Creed has declared her cursed.” That statement captured everyone’s full attention. Even the guardian, who had been walking silently at the rear, lifted its ancient gaze with sudden interest. The Iron Creed was the oldest religious order still active among the kingdoms. Their influence stretched farther and deeper than any army. If they publicly branded Aria as cursed, ordinary people would no longer simply fear her. They would actively hunt her down in the name of faith and survival. The scout finally looked directly at Aria despite his obvious discomfort. “They are calling for her death.”

The Wind God ordered that not a single servant should stare Aranjo in the face because the girl had taboo dark magic. Soon the news spread to the entire celestial realm. The night God did not say anything, as if approving every action of his wife, the Goddess of the wind. Aranjo was a descendant of the demon tribe who because of the emperor's kindness was allowed to stay in the sky realm, but demons were still demons. The little girl was known to have a demonic aura and it was taboo to stare her in the face. direct.