Naga Persona Novels & Stories

A few strands of his coppery brown hair flicked in front of his forehead. I nodded slowly, forcing myself away from him and looking at the dead Naga. "I still don’t think killing is the answer." I insisted. Hunter sighed. "I understand what you mean, but Naga are a cursed species, one that is more beast than human." We carried on walking, and I didn’t know how to reply, instead remaining silent. How do I argue with that when I knew that already, but then why did it still feel so wrong? -----

Marcus walked out from the dimly lit room in rage, his presence sent a cold shiver running down her spine as he approached. His eyes were cold, calculating, and filled with a twisted sense of determination. "What exactly do you want, Nina?" he asked with his voice dripping with disdain. “Tell me,” Nina studied him for a moment, she took a deep breath and gathered her courage. "I want freedom, Marcus. I want all this to end. I want to live my life without fear."

My bewilderment deepened, rendering me utterly perplexed. "Yes, a helping hand. Have you ever heard of the 'Teardrop of Goddess Natalí'?" she inquired. I shook my head, admitting my ignorance. My knowledge of Goddess Natalí was limited to her being the deity of life and fertility, worshipped by the people of Nayak alongside her consort, Nati, the God of war and death. Beyond that, my understanding was lacking, as we were not particularly religious in Ruqgu.