Chaas Qeta Shrine Novels & Stories

All the three like placing their hairy heads on her chest or thigh. "Yes please, we should." When they went to Keahiakawelo also known as Garden of the Gods, the place took Nana's breath when she stood at the far end and gaze at the brown almost red sand and rocks. It is a landscape with boulders and rock towers making her wish she was one of those people created during Prophet Hud's time and when she told Zayn, he laughed so hard and decided to pick her up in his arms so she could see the far end she wants to and she did.

Fools. The abandoned shrine sits deep in the woods, a crumbling stone structure older than Fang territory itself. Most pack members avoid it, whispering about curses and restless spirits. Pete discovered it at fifteen while tracking a wounded deer, and he's been coming here ever since. The shrine predates werewolf settlement, built by something ancient that understood true power. He enters through the collapsed archway, and immediately the temperature drops. His breath comes out in white clouds, and frost glitters on broken stone despite no wind reaching this far into the structure. Moonlight filters through gaps in the roof, painting everything in shades of blood and shadow.

Charlie reassured her, “Fortunately, the chances of them being our enemies are slim. If we can become friends in the future, it should be very helpful for us.” Vera nodded slightly, but it was evident that she was somewhat shaken. Charlie quickly changed the subject and said to her, “Let's go inside and take a look.” “Okay,” Vera replied and followed Charlie inside. Quiant Monastery wasn't large at all. There were only two courtyards, one in the front and one in the back. There were smaller halls on the sides, with the main hall in the middle, and there was a small courtyard with three tiled rooms behind the main hall.

Although it looks neglected, the sheer grandeur of the place is still visible. “What is this place?” I wonder out loud. “Why does this look like some sort of a throne room?” “Because it is, but it was not for a king,” Xaveraq boasts. “This was built in the name of Qaetanya. This was her home, her temple. She lived on the other side of the doorway, in between the mortal realm and the nether realm, the afterlife.” “Wait, really?” “Of course, why would I lie? This particular room was where she tended to the sick and blessed the commoners, as well as the devils who came bearing the souls of the deceased before they were related to the afterlife.”

Chiqta, who is a famous priestess in our area and is said to have a patron saint who is very powerful. As for the one Mrs. Chiqta said, probably the guy who always showed up in my dreams to kill me, and the absurd thing is that I have to worship his totem in the future, need to pay tribute for his sacrifice every day. I feel absurd and ridiculous, still some do not believe that these mess is true, but I saw them two Wen so serious to prepare the carved totems of wooden poles and tributes, or obediently follow their instructions to cut the fingertips will drop blood into a pot of soil, kneeling and kowtowing to the totems.