Fishing God Novels & Stories

I snorted, "when I am in heaven smiling at you while you are begging on your knees in hell." He chuckles at my words and in the next second, he is holding me by the collar of my clothes. "Oh you think you can go to your heaven?" he menacingly asks. "Yes, because your moon goddess is not even close to anything as my creator" I retorted. "So naïve and so stupid. You think your God will be here to save you" he shouted at me. "He will because my God is a God of so many things that you pitiful creature are not" I spat back holding his gaze.

Kit was able to detect him so easily just from his scent or the feel of his eyes on the back of her head, the last thing he needed was for her to hear him. Once he was certain he had his pulse under control, he took a few cautious steps toward the opening and was relieved to see he was correct. The fountain was a piece of art. In the center of the large sculpture, a winged cherub balanced on one foot, her eyes focused on the heavens as she lifted her hands in prayer. Around the outer edge of the first bowl stood six more cherubs, also all female and looking toward the heavens. Beneath them, seven fish leapt up out of the outer bowl, spewing water out of their wide mouths. He knew the story t

“A contract for live streaming! God of Knives can only do his live streaming on Shark Hunters for the next ten years. He is not allowed to do live streaming on any other platforms, and he is also forbidden from showing up in other television programs and commercial shows.” This… This meant that God of Knives was bonded to Shark Hunters! Anna’s expression darkened. “Mr. Gibson, God of Knives is an artist of Scott’s Remembrance Cultural Arts Entertainment. How can he be bonded to Shark Hunters?” “Impossible? Then, God of Knives will not be able to do his live streaming on Shark Hunters anymore!” Elio’s attitude was firm as if Anna was in his hand. It was not strange either. As the top live-str

At that moment, a school of Gourami Dragonfishes has scattered in the ocean due to their hunt; it would be much harder to catch them. The Celestial Wood Altar disciples looked at Darryl. All the Gourami Dragonfishes had scattered; it meant that they were much quicker and more sensitive to movements. Even the other disciples would have a hard time if they tried to catch them. So, the fisherman, who had only joined the sect, would have an even harder time. They were sure he could not even catch a single Gourami Dragonfish. Glug! Glug! Glug! As the crowd murmured amongst themselves, Darryl put his hands at the sides of his mouth, puffed his cheeks, and made a series of weird sounds.

"Reveal to me the path to final mastery." The air trembles. The candles flare wildly and then the shadows part. A vision unfolds before me; a monstrous creature, terrible and eternal, bound beneath the surface of the world, buried for centuries. It writhed in its slumber, murmuring for release. A smile spread across my face. If I free it, if I became its vessel… I would no longer be an ordinary wolf. I would be a god. I rise from the altar, my heart racing in my chest. The whispers had grown louder, a chorus of voices promising me anything.

” His lip twisted. “The way you are doing it is wrong. Pack members complain.” That was true, but it wasn’t complaints about fish. My lovely mate was a child of the gods, having the moon goddess gifted him a drop of Njord blood at his conception, which gave him immense power over the creatures of the sea. Instead of utilizing it to care for our pack, he used it to deny other pack fishermen of any catch even as he filled his nets. Then he charged double what the fish were worth of the very people whose nets he kept empty.

She caught five earthworms in the ground and went to the lake in the park with her newly-bought fishing rod. She guessed that this park should be Jasper's. There was no one else in the park. She looked around, but she didn't find anyone who was from the Dark Shadow. She was basking in the sun as she fished. She picked up her phone and sent an e-mail to the mercenaries. "Jasper has the God's Eyes. Try to hide in areas without the surveillance cameras and don't get caught. I'll e-mail you soon." After she sent out the message, she deleted the email and looked at the lake. The bobber was being dragged violently. She immediately pulled the fishing rod. After a while, she managed to pull out a bl

I shout. Pascha turned his head, eyes wide with amazement. Trisha let out an excited squeal while Igor walked over to check out my catch. “Nice,” Igor said with an approving nod. “You’ve got the technique down.” I grinned, dropping the fish into the bucket, which was finally starting to fill up. Trisha, clearly annoyed, reset her bait and tried to focus. Pascha, meanwhile, looked frustrated as his hook came back empty again. “I swear, these fish are conspiring against me,” he grumbled.

The Lord had shown him. She frequented the club a stone throw from her place, everyday from work. She'd leave the club early in the morning. Drunk and barely able to say her name. The Lord had shown him. She'd sinned. She was a sinner. She had to be purged. Cleansed. Made whole again. The Lord had told him. His hand still caressing Lena, a whisper filled his head. Like something coming to life. And a voice began to chant. Fisher of men. Fisher of men. Fisher of men...

The fishes are still fresh because they are still jumping on the net where he placed them. He planned to roast the half of it while the others will be cooked for "sinigang", a famous Filipino dish. He knows how to cook. He's alone inside his house for a long time already and he alreay tried to do many things and that includes the things that humans do. Helion practiced all of it despite being alone. Now, he's going back to his house with a smirk on his lips because of the fishes he's holding. But that smirk immediately fade away when he felt something strange. He dropped the fishing rod he was holding on his other hand because of that feeling.