Japanese Storm God Novels & Stories

“Who is Damon?” “The war God, he has been in the borders half his life and only returned for the festivity, second son to King Williams and born of his favorite concubine” I could not believe my luck. I am mate to the God of war which sounded odd. I was made to understand we were headed for the borders and it involved a life of war and fighting. None of that mattered to me, since I have gotten a second chance at life I choose to make the most out of it. The journey was tiring and long, we had to stop a number of times to get fresh food supplies and freshen up. Sarah my handmade, was of great help to me, I am still getting acquainted with her addressing me as “my lady”.

Every hundred or so years a new conduit for Taranus would be born and have abilities to call and control storms. Dylan reads further and to something that sends a cold chill down your spine. “There is a darkness within the storm, a raging sea of emotion that stem from the greatest fear of each of the storm god’s offspring and down the line…” “Dylan! You don’t need to read ruther!” You shout suddenly as fear and shock come forward, they don’t need to know...it would make them reject you, perhaps. “Mal, we should read it all and then get to the story, this is just the boring preface,” Dylan replies before continuing. “This fear often makes itself a reality when the storm bringer tries to avo

"Who gave you permission to stand next to that old monster!" "Get down here right now! You're my fiancée!" The absurdity was almost too much. "Apollo, your divine marriage contract says it plain as day. Your wife is Chloe." I raised an eyebrow, my voice dripping with mockery. "You came all the way to the Underworld to find me. Don't you see how ridiculous you look?" "That contract doesn't count!" Apollo slashed the air furiously with his sword. "I am the Sun God! I would never take a lowborn mortal as my wife!"

Towering even in human scale—easily eight feet, broad as an ox. Forge hammer staff gripped in one massive hand, head glowing white-hot. Armor of living flame shifting across his skin like liquid metal. Eyes like active volcanoes—swirling lava orange, cracks of brighter fire. Seras’s godfather. The kami of forge and flame. **Kōjin (voice booming like erupting magma, shaking the air):** “Little sunrise. Your call burns bright. I felt the defilement from across realms. I come.” He looks down at the nest—eyes narrowing, flames licking higher along his arms, heat warping the air around him.

His head shook. “No, I was worried. I thought I had done something wrong.” I breathed out, it was good to know a sex god like him felt insecure. The music in the booth was playing and I did the only thing I could think of. “You did nothing wrong, let me give you a lap dance.” His head went back on the chair and I took that as a yes. I got on my knees and bounced back up, one knee next to his on the chair. I slowly took my bra off, dancing to the music as I ran my free hand down his chest. Suddenly he grabbed my thigh and pushed me down on his lap.

The way she had smiled in her sleep, as if whatever she dreamed of brought her joy. Solas clenched his fists under the water, his nails digging into his palms as anger bubbled up inside him. How dare she make him feel this way? He was Solas, the banished god of the moon, powerful beyond comprehension. And yet here he was, his thoughts consumed by a mortal woman, a woman who had no idea of the power he wielded or the darkness that surrounded him.

This wielder of the Sinalawatan is no other than the tyrant sea God—Amanikable. Amanikable—the sea God with ferocious-looking oceanic-blue eyes, and an ill-tempered attitude that resembles the waves changing its approach on the shore from time to time. Why hadn't I notice it until now that this man they call master, the man who had held me here captive, and the man who had just saved me now is no other than the sea God, Amanikable? Is it because he's too modern-looking to be a God? He's too human in my vision to be compared to a mythical God? I shouldn't be surprised. I've already met the moon Goddess and even encountered the moon-eating beast, why would I even doubt their existence now?

“My lord, we got the reports from all empires and the human lands, the storm is there too!” “What?” Eren’s eyes widened in horror, for one, a massive storm such as this one was in no means nature’s doing, it was too massive and unnatural, and so sudden, the lightning seemed as if it was the spears of vengeful spirits attacking the poor lives that resided underneath the sky, it seemed like a…divine punishment, a deity pouring its rage on them all, and second, the way the air felt, the energy it carried, it didn’t belong to any God, it belonged to his fair lady!

The following day, Libulan didn’t come. *Lihangin - God of the Wind *Lidagat - Goddess of the Sea to be continued

Jaxon was preparing to leave but Caspian asserted firmly that he should remain. “You need to know this,” he added. He resumed his seat and grinned awkwardly at me as I waited for Caspian to spill this great secret. My father handed me a drink and said softly, “Your great-great-grandfather was a wolf carrying the God Raijin.” “The Shinto God of thunder, that Raijin?!” Jaxon gasped as I shrank further into the couch cushion. Nodding Caspian slowly said, “Yeah, that's the one, and I am impressed by you having that knowledge. Perhaps you are aware that you hail from the line of Fenrir.”