Indra And Ashura Novels & Stories

Narakashura rose to his feet. "It is true. It is not Indrajit who is leading this war, but your other brother. This is interesting, does Indrajit think we are weak? Or is he so afraid to address his elder brother; Asura?" Arya Santanu quipped again. "Asura is not our barrier. You can never match Maghanada Indrajit and Aji Kala Karna. The two are an inseparable entity." Narakashura sighed. He created ten spears of fire before his eyes.

"He tries to guide youlisten to him or you will fail." Then she pointed to the Sun and spoke to Charlotte. It took a moment for Rurik to catch up. "He's your guiding Sun. He is the center of all, the source of your love and trusthe illuminates you. He is a man of action but does not understand you are guided by the moon. Yours is a different path. The Emperor and the Sun will try to destroy each other, and they may succeed." Rurik's green eyes met hers, and she swallowed hard. They were destined to be on two different sides if a war between dragons and humans broke out.

Harshida said. “It's the same Harshida! If you feel comfortable it is Ashita who comes, then I am Ashita! Ashita and Zoya are the same individual! No difference!" Zoya explained. Suddenly Shanti came closer and embraced Zoya, “To me you are Ashita! I only know Ashita, not the daughter of that famous conglomerate!" "It's okay Shanti! How are you?" Zoya smiled again at the two of them. “We should be the ones asking, Ashita! How are you? Are you okay?" Harshida asked. She didn't want to lose and embraced Zoya like a friend who hadn't seen her for a long time.

Ashley replied simply and they all started to act excited for no reason. Trisha took out a small calculator from her bag while Flora and Sandra rushed to Ashley and measured her bust, waist and hip. They mentioned a few numbers and Trisha pushed the calculator buttons eagerly. "Hah!" Trisha yelped in shock and showed the number on the calculator to everyone. Instantly, everyone else had the same reaction as her and they all suddenly looked at Ashley with widened eyes. "He found the Greek goddess! The ultimate one. The only one perfectly matched the Golden Ratio number," Flora said as if it was such a big deal.

Her eyes became teary and she happily accepted the gift. "Thank you so much! I will definitely come with you to the temple!" Neha said smiling and hugged her. "Now, quickly freshen up and get ready. Till then I will finish some work for the puja." Asha said, patting her cheeks and Neha nodded moving towards the bathroom but stopped remembering something. "Will Rudra come?" Neha asked timidly. "No, dear. He won't!" Asha replied sadly. "Why? What happened? Does he have work to do?" Neha asked as she was feeling bad as he wasn't going to join in the puja which was being conducted for her wellbeing.

The Ashura was a humanoid magical beast with three heads and six arms. The Three forms of the Ashura, as a rank 4 technique, could inherently improve the martial art of a cultivator multiplying her attacks till they reached the number of arms of the Ashura. Each form, on the other hand, had more amazing effects. The First form could increase the number of attacks by a large amount, creating material after-images through the "Breath" of the cultivator. However, fighting in that way comported a heavy burden on the cultivator's mind.

“Magister, why do we let garbage through the gates? Let me throw her to the stone giant and save us the paperwork.” I ignored him, but my left hand squeezed into a tight fist. My nails pressed hard into an old, ugly scar that hid my forbidden blood seal. It kept my real, dangerous ash-magic buried deep inside me. In this empire, that kind of magic meant death. It was the same power the lost Ash King used when he nearly burned the whole world a hundred years ago. “Put your hand on the stone,” Vane ordered. I stepped forward. My boots hit the hard ground, and I felt cold eyes burning into the back of my neck.

Kiera growled at Jasper, “That is Gandor, that is Ashina’s and my brother. Touch a hair on his head and I will reject you. Do you get that? Now bring back Andor, so Ashina may celebrate her birthday.” Before Jasper retreats, he buries his nose in Kiera’s neck and whispers, “I will mount you soon.” Kiera sighs as she in turn lets Ashina return to her birthday party. Andor sits in the head chair and puts Ashina in his lap as everyone sings Happy Birthday to Ashina. Ashina could not look up, for she knew that Cadma was staring daggers at Andor. Why can’t these two just let her have a Happy Birthday?

The answer lay in her death. “Plea-” Lina hardly said a word when a large bolt of lightning descended upon her and reduced her to nothing. *Boom* “You may just be a divine servant, but I have heard of your foul means,” Indra spoke to himself. His spear disappeared, and his robe became ordinary once more. “There was no way I was going to give up the chance to take one of your lives,” Indra smiled before reaching into his robe to retrieve a small medallion and speaking into it.

Five pulses answered the question before any mouth could. Ashar looked at his hands as flame curled around his palms without burning him. “I am Ashar of Veydrin,” he said, but the name carried more weight than before. The air behind him shimmered with images of a civilization made of fire, stone, blood oath, and sanctuary towers built into mountains. Then those towers fell in silence, and the last flame entered him like a crown returning to its owner. “God of preservation,” he said, as if confessing to a crime.