Chaas Qeta Shrine Novels & Stories

"Mira qué cabrón! I told you it's a bloody risk coming here. We both know the penalty that awaits who ever is caught wandering around this sacred site..Fuck this! I'm leaving" This site is believed to be the home of the supreme god of Méxica, Huitzilopochtli. On it is an old mansion said to have been a sacred altar of the Huitzilopochtli and declared forbidden to the sight of an ordinary man. Even now in the 90s, the hallowed rule remains.

Their forms cast long shadows against the stone floor, their postures tense but awed. At the heart of it all, knelt the only remaining Elder—Marion Chebet—her silvered hair cascading over her shoulders like sacred threads. She bowed before the towering statue of Blessed Luna Jessicah, her movements slow and graceful as she burned incense in copper bowls. The scent of sage and dried rose petals filled the air, spiraling upward like a celestial offering. Her low chant resonated through the hall, each word soaked in history, each breath a prayer echoing across a century and a half.

Roshan and the others waited until the plane had completely disappeared from their sight before leaving, overwhelmed with emotion. … Over at the Sleeping Buddha Temple in Gamuda City, the capital of Shai. Chaplain Loja of Shia was currently sitting cross-legged in the main temple hall. Across him was a long line of faithful believers, kneeling on the ground as they waited for their turn to be blessed by the great Chaplain Loja. Shia was a Buddhist country, and all of its people including the emperor were faithful believers. Loja was said to have been visited by the gods in his dreams when he was three, and thus sent to live at the temple by his family.

she asked. He shook his head. “It would not answer to me. My blood is not its key. Yours is.” Night fell swiftly. Tents rose around the shrine, not inside its circle. Even Redmaw’s warriors did not cross the stones. Charollet was given a place to sleep near the edge, alone. She sat inside the small canvas tent, staring at the fireless hearth. They would not bring flame near the shrine. It was sacred, even to them.

Prince Matias furrowed his brows. "Something is wrong, let's move quickly," she instructed. They traveled in the same direction to where the Aquans are heading. *** Shateira stopped her horse suddenly. "Why master?" Kei asked. He and Caleb also pulled the reins of their horses to stop. "The Aquans are heading to Manhakan," she said. "Let's go back!" She tried to teleport but she forgot, she's not an expert on it yet. She can only teleport once a day. "Fuck!" She turned her horse around and made it gallop back to Manhakan as fast as she could.

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.

We were ready to enter after finishing our pleasantries, but he stopped us. “I am sorry Luna, but warriors could not enter with weapons in their hands.” His request was weird for us. But I agreed and let them wait for us outside the shrine. It was beautifully decorated with white flowers and curtains all over, surrounded by a small artificial lake. A white shiny stone was replicated as a symbol of the moon goddess. We sat around the lake, closing our eyes as the caretaker told us to. A gentle chant of mantras resonated from all the walls, making it unforgettable.

“Okay, then.” That’s all she heard from Jared but his poker face remained. He put down his hands, open the door and motioned the inside. She sniffles, wiping her own tears and went inside. It was hard to know what Jared thought of her outburst. He didn’t even say much so it was making her nervous. “So, which shrine is it?” Jared questions. “The one in Fahreitte hill,” she answered. “It’s quite the long drive. Thirty to an ho—“

Furthermore, Shelly is now the Chief of Staff, he would not have to worry. Shelly was stunned by what just happened. She is in total awe of Darryl’s abilities that she would even kneel to him. … The western suburbs of Donghai city, a 5A-rated scenic area. A three-story high ancient-styled Chinese tower was erected by the lake. This may not be by the sea, but the view is astounding. The tower belongs to Zachariah, his place of residence. Upon Zachariah’s invitation, Darryl entered. In the huge hall on the third floor, Darryl sat on the sofa and retrieved a Godly pill from his pocket. He placed it on the table.

Afterwards, she stepped to the other side of the spring. When Retta was done, the travelers followed what she did. The flowing water remained clear, replenished by the gushing water from the ground. As Eldion washed his face and neck, he felt quite refreshed after their short trek. Retta nodded after seeing that everyone had stepped to her side of the spring, then she led everyone around a clump of flowering shrubs where to their amazement, they saw an imposing structure rising up above the trees. “The Temple of Rokuhari, home of the Orchid Queen,” declared Retta, waving her hand at the temple.