Hindu Mythology Stories Novels & Stories

Christian mumbled sorry to Mishka stroking her cheek. He was about to pick her up in his arms when he found her clutching something in her hand. Christian leaned forward, knitting his eyebrows in confusion, and opened her hand only to find a small decorated elephant-faced wax statue. Christian picked it up in his hand, and levelling up to his eyes, he smiled looking at it. He knew it was a statue of Lord Ganesha (The destroyer of obstacles), one of the prominent Indian Gods of Hindu Mythology.

Blessed by the Creator God Brahma himself. It was here that Sage Kashyap and his 13 wives gave birth to the first beings. Kashyap married thirteen daughters of the celestial king Daksha: Aditi, Diti, Kadru, Danu, Arishta, Surasa, Surabhi, Vinata, Tamra, Krodhavasha, Ira, Vishva and Manu. Aditi gave birth to the Gods, the celestial beings. Diti gave birth to the Asuras the monsters. Similarly, different beings originated from different wives.

She kissed his cheeks and said to him, "Okay, let's not sleep but we should talk." She made him lay on the bed and sat next to him. Aaron was trying to talk with her about the party. Myra and I were listening to his every word carefully. "Aree, I have a new story, did I tell you or forgot to tell you?" Myra slapped her head dramatically making Aaron giggle. "Tell me the story, I will tell you whether you told me or not," Aaron suggested while yawning. I also sat on the edge of the bed hearing the story recited by Myra. She was telling a story about Luv And Kush from their holy book 'Ramayana'.

“My friends, our journey is long. Let’s save this for another day, would everyone agree?” After a pondering pause, all heads nodded in agreement. “Now, I have a story to tell.” He scooped a blue powder and tossed it into the bonfire. “Once upon a time….” The flame burst again, but this time, fiery images of animals, humans, and landscapes appeared. From the Greek heroes like Perseus and Jason, the adventures of Thor and Loki, and to the African spider god, Anansi, which was our first time hearing it, every story he told was brought to life by the flame.

Her mind got stuck on the mention of Dabir's name. "And then Mom told Zamin to... Aunt Iman?" Madiha was halfway through her story but realized Iman was not listening. "Huh? What were you saying?" "Nothing." Madiha shook her head. It wasn't anything important. "Can you please make laddoo for me?" The sweet little balls of gram flour were Madiha's favorite, especially the ones that Iman makes. "Of course." Iman andwers as memories of past flodded in her brain.

[Evil Crime] Hindus believe that the angelic beings in the universe may be good (gods) or evil (asuras) because the creator god, Brahma, made both "cruel beings and gentle beings, dharma, and adharma, truth and lies," according to Hindu scriptures. "Markandeya Purana," verse 45:40.

"How do you know about that mythical creature?" Govind asked, walking deep into the woods. Ghosavasu answered, "I had heard it in mythical stories during my early days. I was once in a country of merchants, and this story of a traveller was particularly popular there." His eyes scanned for dangers lurking around. "What story?" wondered Govind.

Akash POV *********** I entered the living hall and saw Dharani going inside the kitchen. I went to the kitchen and saw shanthi maa and Dharani talking to eachother. "Do you want anything Dharani" maa asked her. I looked at her she is looking so pale. "I came here to cook breakfast" she said and started picking stuff. "You don't need to Dharani. I will make breakfast you go and have some rest Dharani" maa said and caressed her head.

Uncle says and Aunty walks in with a plate in her hand. "She didn't even change from her graduation outfit. See, Meera if you can wake up that idiot. Sonia and I tried so many times, but she would even surpass Kumbhkaran in sleeping." Aunty looks up at the stairs, her eyes throwing visual daggers at her daughter. Kumbhkaran is a character of our Hindu mythology, in the story Ramayana where he slept for almost centuries and would wake up once in a blue-moon. In that way, Laila would just fit his description.

“What is this part of the story? Mahabharata?” “Nope,” said Rajata, “As far as I know it is part of the Bhagavata Purana.” “What kind of story is that? How do you know?” Kalyana commented, “but, ah, even if I'm lied to, I can only just believe it!” Rajata chuckled. “I've been here many times, Na, and happened to have read about Prambanan,” he replied “So don't worry, I'm not lying!” Kalyana smiled, then returned to observe the carvings on the stone. “Did you get hurt when you took the photo here?”