Fishing God Novels & Stories

It was as impressive as it was terrifying. My eyes continued to shamelessly scan him over. His head was almost shaven with only very short midnight black hair that gave him a tough exterior. There was an evident pleased smirk playing in the corner of his mouth and as I met the deep green-blue color of his eyes with my own I gasped. It was evident that this was the god Enosos, the god witch my mother had bargained with. The whole thing filled my with dread but also with curiosity. He beamed of passion and excitement as he his eyes only focused on me. He clearly had enjoyed my ogling.

"Today is so special, we all are having great catches." "I'm not regretting coming out today." As they were talking, the river started rumbling, and the boats were also dancing to the rumble. "What's going on?" A fisher man asked. The rumble became so much that the boats capsided and the fishermen we are thrown into the river. All of a sudden a great figure emerged out of the water and swallowed the total number of 50 fisherman present. She came to the surface of the waters and cracked her neck, smoking heavily.

Larice muttered. “Aye,” Sevyh ran his fingers along the surface of the steel, his cognac eyes still admiring its beauty, “Agaski was the first to use these blades. Old fishers and folks have a tale of him. He was a fisherman before, Agaski, living a simple life when one day his village was attacked by the vile nagas, you know, sea serpents. He wanted revenge, so he asked Velarir—the God of Light and Fire—to bless him with the strength to fight for justice. Velarir told Agaski that if he would catch the Horlar—the burning fish—then he would give the fisherman more than what he had asked.

Austin said his eyes glittering with excitement. The captain of the ship did not understand why the man wanted him to bring big and strong fishing nets. Now after seeing the creatures, he understood and was amazed by what he was seeing. All the storied they told their children were not some fictions made up by humans but they were real. He never would have imagined that he would see mystical creatures like these in his like. But the gods were on his side, they have shown him that there was more to life than just fishing. The middle-aged man saw himself as someone more than just a fisherman now.

My heartstrings were getting pulled and I sighed. "I can try but I'm not sure how I'm supposed to do it," I told the Shark God. He nodded and told me he had books about my kind. "I have a kind," I mumbled sourly and he chuckled. "Oh yes, you're a very rare and powerful God, worshipped by Gods and Goddesses much more powerful than I," he said firmly. I cocked my brow as we neared the black sand covered beach and he stood up nude in the shallows and helped me to stand. Ukupanipo towered over me and was huge and muscular when he shook the water off. His hair changed from the shape of a shark's fin to long wavy locks. He glanced down at me and laughed.

What kind of creatures are they? Sieghal knew that all the peoples of Shira believed that an entity always protected them whenever they went to sea to fish. With its blessing, the gods provided endless abundance and safety for the fishermen. However, no one knew what that entity was, so all of Shira believed they were sea guardian gods. But not Sieghal. While they believed it was god, Sieghal was convinced by what he saw as a child that it was not a god but a terrifying creature, massive and more dangerous than the most ferocious shark, always opening its mouth wide, ready to devour him at any time.

His body was wet with sweat mixed with seawater. "Thank goodness! Thank God, you saved my grandson!” Li Xian spoke while stroking Zhou Fu's wet head. Zhou Fu looked up and asked, "Who's God? I got no help from anyone! I caught this fish alone you know?!”

She stood right back up, grabbing him by the arm. He wanted to correct her, to tell her that Derek was his godfather and not uncle but he had been dragged out of the room. He led her to the lake where Derek spent most of his time fishing with his friends if not handling pack business. Once he caught sight of them, he left his boat and approached them on land, his eyes moving curiously from one face to another. “Oh! I didn’t know you two are interested in fishing, is she making you do this? Look at you, doing everything to please the wife.” His eyes could not just roll enough at his godfather's words.

"You would trust me? After I threatened to drain your blood?" "I would give you a chance. That's more than the old powers ever gave any of us." The silence stretched. Then, slowly, the power faded from Morwen's hands. Her shoulders slumped. Her storm-colored eyes glistened. "Seven hundred years," she whispered. "I've been chasing this for seven hundred years. And you're telling me to just... let it go." "I'm telling you there's another way to matter. Not by becoming a god. By choosing to be something else."

"I am the technical GOD - he explained - blagging to the real GOD of CODE. Eigen seemed happy enough to humour the lad, letting him run his mouth without once interrupting. Until the end. "Do you know who I am?" he asked, grin widening so far it almost swallowed them whole. He would have, if not for Miaka's pleas. "Please let him live," she begged the old GOD, trying to save the new. Eigen paused, closing his giant mouth and reeling in his thick tongue and teeth. "I won't."