Ashura God Novels & Stories

“The wars. The fall. The Honshu’s rebellion. You were there, Sheetal. You fought beside me.” I shook my head, tears spilling fast. “Don’t, don’t do that. Don’t talk to her through me.” “She hears me, even if you don’t,” he said. His voice broke on the last word. For a second, I saw Krav again just him, raw and terrified. “Please,” I said, pressing my palms to his chest. “Don’t let him take you.” He closed his eyes, his hand covering mine. “He’s not taking me, Ash. We’re becoming one. The god can’t exist without balance. I am his mortal half. You… are hers.”

Ash nods, then tilts his head with a soft smile, “Eliza says, the Gods are people, just like us. Just insanely powerful and ethereal people. They make mistakes and bad calls just like we do. But their mistakes might cost thousands of lives, where ours shouldn’t. So yes, she’s a woman, but she’s also a Goddess. Just like Eliza, a woman and a Demi-Goddess.” Merlin nods, “They are not mutually exclusive concepts.” Ash sighs, rubbing his forehead, “Do you need something to help you sleep?” Ash shakes his head,

“This is no longer your realm. And she is already dead.” “Stop this madness Aodh!” Ashe hisses, appearing from the far side of the battlefield. An older man by her side. “Enough!” She flings her hand out towards the god an ethereal light coming from her hand, directed at the god. The light hits the god, pushing him back. He snarls at Ashe, baring fangs and his red eyes glowing with fury. Ashe sends another blast of light his way, and he cowers back, raising his arm to defend himself.

She took a deep breath looked at me and continued. “Those humans who love to be controlled by their emotions, that is why they do things that are against God’s will… that is the reason why they stole lives… you need to bring back what is stolen” “Okay,” I said “But you need to face Uzmael… the one who is fed with human emotion but only in a negative emotion” “And what’s with that Uzma…?” I asked “Uzmael you pronounced as Uzma-el,” She said

I search through the contacts, looking for Ethan's contact. 'What can you tell me about Rapture?' I text him. I watch as the three dots appear on the screen showing that he's typing. 'The rapture is an eschatological theological position held by some Christians, particularly within branches of American evangelicalism, consisting of an end-time event when all Christian believers who are alive, along with resurrected believers, will rise in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air. -Wikipedia. I roll my eyes at his response. 'Arse.' I think to myself.

she says as the images flick again and my breath stalls. Massive dragons. Beautiful. Breath-taking. Soul stopping. I stare at the image in awe. My parents told me stories about the dragons. In fact, my father’s bonded had been a dragon. An astrol dragon. Malakar. Absolutley giant and beautiful. I remember climbing on him as a small child as though he was a jungle gym. And the craziest thing? He would let me. Everyone knows you do not approach another’s bonded, but perhaps it was the fact that I was his bonded’s child. I suppose we will never know.

"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 A lonely samurai stopped at the roadside shrine. The day was peaceful. It looked like any other day in the summer, hot and humid. The shrine was in a state of disrepair. Judging by its state, the samurai concluded, it was abandoned a long time ago. He waited for a while, looked the stone-carved idol of Kuraim, the god of life and death. Travelers, that were traveling long distanced, always prayed to him for a safe trip. He had many aspects and many names. In the northern parts he’s known as the Storm God, in the eastern parts as the Forest God. Some theologians count him among the twelve-first gods of Gehido, while others say that he is even older than them.

The celestial god had bridged a gap between gods and humans a long time ago. He watched her run in the garden like a three years old child with no care in the world. Her laughter rang in the wind like soft bells. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Adjusting the flowers, he walked toward her confident. His mind was made up, he was going to talk to her, and they were going to be friends. Soon, he got to where she stood with a wide grin plastered on his face. He extended the flowers to her. But to his dismay, she walked past him. He followed her, hoping she’d accept his flowers. But it was almost like he wasn't there. He realized she could not see him. She had no idea someone

"Ryan, you see how delusional she is? She's trying to blame me for her mistakes." Ryan stared up at Sophia with boiling anger. "Enough of your lies, Sophia! You disgust me!" Before Sophia could plead her case, Ryan stormed past her and grabbed the urn containing their baby's ashes. "Ryan, no!" Sophia screamed, reaching for him. Ryan held the urn high, his face cold and unforgiving. "This bastard doesn't deserve to rest in peace," he spat. Sophia fell to her knees, her hands clasped in desperate prayer. "Please, Ryan, don't do this. He's your son! Please, don't take this from me!"