Fishing God 소설 & 이야기

A B-class sequence user calling himself an Apostle of the Sea God arrived with three drug-controlled sea beasts to provoke us. He stood at the bow, with three berserk sawtooth sharks behind him. "Lord of Shallow Bay, surrender your ranch and kneel for mercy, or be sacrificed to the Sea God!"

Her father continued, “They say the War God is mighty and powerful in a way most people will never understand. No one dares speak when he says no. No one even coughs or breathes wrong in his presence. It’s said he fought bravely in the last war. — In all of this, here is the part you need to hear — he needs you just as much as you need him.” That is the only way your destiny ends differently from your mother's. From your grandmother's." He paused. "Take the position. Climb from there. The higher you go, the closer you get to his world. He is the only one capable of helping you carry what you were born carrying. I don't want to lose you." Elena's jaw tightened. His words had found something r

[Sea God—Philo]: Do you like the ocean? [Death God—Rea]: Of course I do, sweetie. I'm not telling a Sea God's awakener I dislike the ocean. I have common sense. [Sea God—Philo]: Say my name. Just my name. [Death God—Rea]: Philo~ [Sea God—Philo]: Do you like sea creatures? I think about this honestly. [Death God—Rea]: I adore them. Lobster, squid, crab, oysters...with chili.

The cold water hit my skin but all I could feel was the heat building inside me. In the dream, I pulled out, flipped him over with his face down on the bed. Ass up. His shorts ripped away and skin bare. I spread his cheeks, licked him there and his moans filled the room. "Please," he begged. "Kieran... my god..." Yes. God. I was his God. I fucked my fist faster, water streaming down my chest an back. I leaned against the tile. Head tipped up. Moaned his name low. "Ezra..."

River added. My father stepped into the room, a distorted look on his face. "According to legend, five gods, all like brothers, claimed our world. Dietus killed two of them, pushing one into purgatory and the other beyond death to rule over, and the last two separated, forming their own alliance against him. Njord claimed the seas, and Sol the sun and moon. Dietus was left to rule the lands, and, well, we know his ex-wife Lupa locked him away and started her own species, us."

He winked down at me, “Our kind always did like Kasar.” The God’s aura called to something wild in me. I wanted to run—not to flee from him—but to bask in the beauty of nature and all its creatures. There were hills to roam and mountains to climb, trees to sleep beneath during the peak of the day, and lakes to explore in the cool of night. Kasar, God of Beasts, stared me down past his sharp nose, leaving me to wallow in tense silence before breaking into a grin both beautiful and wild. “Well, if it isn’t the mortal who caused such a fuss in the city. You know, those poachers are actively searching for your head.”

They ask as they stare. I try to see it from their perspective. An ordinary statue.. a fisherman with a huge fish in his fist raised in the air. “They said in his time. When there was no food. A famine I think. He journeyed into the water. People said he was going to commit suicide from the hunger. But he came back with plenty of fish, saving lives.” Jessica narrows her eyes. “And why do people of this time like the statue?” “It is said that if you are going through a difficult time, and you take a picture with the fisherman, every thing will turn around for you.”

He asked Tres about it and he said that she was Demeter—the goddess of food, basically. James looked up and saw that once again, the high ceiling was painted with extreme attention to detail. This time however, instead of Zeus or Poseidon, it was of fields of wheat, corn, fruit trees, and cattle grazing in prairies. There were numerous beautiful, petite-framed women dancing in the fields and laying offerings at the feet of a seated Demeter. Suddenly, Tres broke into his concentration. “I think my popularity points just went up a few notches.” “What? Why do you say that?” asked James.

Kai scratched his head at this and grinned," Well, I am just trying to think of the need for turning into mermaids and mermen. And then there is the entire thing about procreation..." Crystal rolled her eyes and leaned back in the passenger seat, "As it happens they do not turn into fished or mermen and mer-women. The fish people are a human tribe born from the Sea God. They are essentially human but they can go as deep as 200 ft in the ocean without a need for breathing or any gear. They can hold their breaths underwater for more than ten minutes and have long-evolved spleens which make them more and more fish-like. If we can convince them to join us and create a disruption deep under the w

He had chuckled maniacally all throughout the menacing waves and blurted it was that fish-of-a-gun rival of mine that was responsible for our tricky trip. This said competition must be anything but a fair game. I was sent by myself, though Amaltheo, as a part of me, draw back inside his sheltered abode inside my mind. That limbless cold-blooded vertebrate animal with gills and fins and living wholly in water, called Tarif or whatever, has its own way of coming into the island. It was so obvious he had been there, to only the Moon Goddess know how many times, and probably familiar to the nooks and corners of the place.