Benua Naga Novels & Stories

Where Green Wealth is Planted, and Loyalties are Harvested . The heart of the Nagpur plot was no longer bare earth. In the furious, ninety-day scramble led by Suman, the 200 acres dedicated to the future ecosystem had been transformed into an immense, meticulous nursery. Thousands of saplings, carefully chosen for their value and growth rate, stood rooted in ordered rows, supported by an advanced, whispering drip irrigation network. The Bong team, used to the sterile, high-tech world of aviation manufacturing, found themselves pushed to their physical limits, keeping pace with Suman’s relentless, ground-up dedication.

“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.”

That statement confused Nazima and Zane who were with her as she spoke with the seers. “What do you mean she is not complete? She is a Naga through and through. Born of king Calem and queen Lisandra. She is the true princess, and I can vouch for that.” Zane asked before Nazima could gather her thoughts, she did not know what these seers were trying to say. Was she not the true princess?

Medusa’s Shrine was smaller than Zen thought it would be. It should have some years of glory until it was abandoned and ultimately forgotten. Litha was quite the chatty child when she wasn’t overly anxious. She shared many stories about the Naga tribe that were passed down orally from generation to generation.

They’re mostly jade-green with white and blue marbling and my skin is burned where the bangles touch my skin. Oh no, I know exactly what this is. Setia taught me about what things are dangerous for a nagata. Nagatas are vulnerable to iron, a flower known as snake's head and a gemstone called serpentine. Iron has the same effect on a nagata as silver does to a mutolupus. Snake's head is poison to my kind; in small doses, it weakens us painfully, in large doses it’s fatal and serpentine can render us as good as human. Even kill us.

I nodded my head signalling him to carry on. “She’s in Margam territory.” He said “Princes Noraveena was taken by the Royal rebels group who took her before and they took her into the Margam pack. She’s with the witches.” My brothers and I all looked at each other. My mouth went dry and I felt sick. They had been thorough and they had been clever. They took Nora to the once place they knew we were not allowed to be, not unless we wanted to plunge the whole continent into a war.

This was a Naga of the Azrez Naga Tribe, or as most Abnormals called them, Imperial boot lickers. The Naga were well known as being Abnormal traitors, allying themselves with the Ishtar and their gods. The word Naga was thrown as a curse amongst other tribes. They were the most despised of all Abnormals and the only reason they weren’t wiped out was the empire’s backing. Kronos instinctively spat at his feet three times, a Sintar way of telling the Naga before him he was beneath him.

"Because you are my Alexander, Alexander, you were in Naga's visions, you are my destiny, Alexander." "I don't understand, who is Naga and why me?" "Naga is a Merdragon." "Like a sea dragon with a tail?" "They are powerful, Alexander, and very wise, I am here to find Atana's SoulPearl and you are my road to Atana." "How is that even possible?" Alexander cried, dropping his towel and turning to pull briefs from his closet. "I know nothing of your world, I hold no links whatsoever, if truly I did, believe me, I would know, my mother is a great storyteller and she never forgets an incident and isn't this Atana the same you said got killed by my Kind, I think this wise Naga made a mistake."

At this moment, all the Naga tribe members present were dumbfounded and trembling. It wasn’t out of fear but excitement. The Naga tribe had lived in Nirvana for over three thousand years. In fact, they had been living without any promising prospects. To put it bluntly, they were cleaners in captivity of the great Genbu. The great Genbu had been cursed, so it required some people to remove those curse-induced discomforts. In fact, the afflictions were from the undead demon beast on the battlefield ahead.