Naga Persona Novels & Stories

"You are not a person, Neoma. You never were. You are the missing piece of my engine. You are the bio-regulator that will allow me to consume the Moon without burning." My hands clenched in the restraints. I tested the steel. I pulled. My muscles strained, fibers stretching. The metal held firm. It bit into my wrists until I felt the skin break. "I am not a thing," I spat. Saliva hit the glass. "Oh, but you are," Nergal whispered. His eyes gleamed. It wasn't sanity. It was the madness of a man who thought he was a god. "You are the greatest thing ever made." He pressed a button on the console.

That way he will be out of my way and I can focus on Elias. My mind wanders back to what I want to do to her. Maybe send her head home as a memento to her family. A wicked smile grazes my face. That would be the best solution. It would teach those werewolf hunters nevet to try infiltrate us again. "Welcome my Lord" a servant greets us as I jump down from my horse. "Welcome my lady" they help Nahigra down to. We always go to the hunt together. Nahigra is a man born in a woman's flesh. I wonder how it's so easy for her to do. It is one of the pertinent thing that drew me to her in the first place.

– going to Mitrich, I sat down on the edge of the table. "Have you heard of the Nagas?" - ignoring my question, the goblin was taken aback by his own. I knew exactly as much about the Nagas as other werewolves. Nagas, they are snake people, were, and are, one of the first werewolves created by the Gods. For a long time they lived side by side with people, until the latter finally got them with their greed. Then the snake people went to live in another world - the underground, as we call it, only occasionally visiting people. They have a very simple hierarchical system - the kings of the snakes are the most important, since the snake is the only snake that has ancient magic. Each king has sev

The White Lion immediately ran quickly out of the square. Narakashura who controlled Naraka Pati; the black demon warrior, was confused by the person in front of him. He felt that the person who looked all black and had claws on both hands was no ordinary person. "Who are you?" Naraka Pati asked. "Black Tiger; the Bhayangkara special forces of the Swarnabhumi kingdom. What's wrong, are you afraid of me?" He smiled a little. "Bhayangkara? I don't know about that army. Are they a bunch of fools?" Naraka Pati quipped with a chuckle.

Her eyes glowing dangerously as she snarls at her in her human form. “You fucking bitch! I knew you were alive all this while.” “And what are you going to do about it, Nika? You tried to kill me once, are you here to finish the deed?” Nika move forward but the angry Naag held her hand, making sure his poisonous claws was only an inch away from her skin and Nika was well aware of his threat. “Let me go you ugly beast!” She still find the little strength in her to poke at the Naags that laughed alongside his friend.

"Why is it that you have the same aura as him?" "Who's Nigga?" Ace suddenly came out of nowhere and hit me on the head. "It's Nagga, you dimwit." "Ow! You don't have to hit me, bastard!" "Nagga was once the king of Gija's animal spirit." The queen said. "He was a golden brown wolf just like this one. Only bigger and powerful. A rightful partner for a king. His massive jaw can cut an enemy in half. It's speed matches a werewolf and a vampire. Some say Nagga is faster."

"You must save the race of the Nagas and restore peace to our land." "But...But...I'm just a normal girl! I have no magic or power," I protested. "How could I do such a thing? Going to war? Save your Naga race? I think you must've gotten the wrong person!" "I have a better solution to this matter," the girl whose name was Tusita said. "How about you prove to us that you are worthy of being our savior?" "Excuse me?" I said with a frown.

“The Naga people do not eat snakes, but we are closely related. Among the snakes in the forest, there are some that we teach to become dragons if they have the potential.” Dragons? Zen felt that the game story writer had gone overboard with this floor’s lore for some reason. The snake with the potential to become a dragon belongs to Korean mythology. It was also known as the imoogi, although the Chinese have their own versions of snake demons. The Naga were a semi-divine race originating from India and known for their wisdom. On the other hand, the Lamia was a female demon from Greek legends that seduced men and devoured children. What was this mixed pot of snake-themed stories? Zen would ha

Time slowly turned, and those same generations joined them. The day Nagaara breathed her last breath, she joined Helena and the others in the afterlife. The first person she met was her mother and tears flowed as soon as her mother pulled Nagaara into her arms. In the afterlife, they were just human. There was no magic. There were no enemies. They left the cruel world behind. “It’s a beautiful thing life.” Ava was watching the pool one afternoon when a woman appeared beside her. Ava’s eyes grew wide when she saw the woman with the cat ears called Bastet.

Screams—pleasure and pain—slithered through the cracks. Inside the Room of Fates, the walls were covered in silken vines that moved on their own. In the center stood a plinth of black marble, and tied to it was a stunning Naga, her serpentine lower half coiled tight around her own tail. Her breasts were full and glistening, her tongue forked and eager. “She was once a priestess,” Terra whispered, stroking the Naga’s chin. “Now she serves as a seer and a cum oracle. With every climax, she speaks prophecy.”