Nigerian Mythology Novels & Stories

This is in Third person's pov Living in the big city of Lagos wouldn't have been easy for Wunmi and her brother if not for the scholarship Wunmi got before getting to the university. Having lost both parents in a car crash leaving Lagos state when she was seven and her brother, Tunde was five. She tried hard to understand and cope with what had happened at such age.

But, no condition is permanent unless you're six feet under. I'm from West Africa Nigeria. Let me tell you a little bit about my country. Nigeria has 36 states and in these many States, there are different cultures and traditions. I came from the Eastern Part of Nigeria, popularly known as the Igbo Tribe. Everything has a certain way it has been from the time of their ancestors and until now so anything that isn't of the norms is a big No and very much frowned upon. I was born into a family of four. I have an older brother, an older sister, then there is me and my baby sister. The numbers pretty much summed themselves up matching with the genders so there was no cheating.

It was a sight I could get used to. We eventually left the house and I allowed myself to truly be at ease with her. We walked along aimlessly to our assumed spot. The riverbank. As we reached it, she ran towards the water. It shocked me. I raced after her. She ran until she was knee-deep in the murky grey water. She looked at me and smiled almost teasingly. I quirked an eyebrow but decided to las it and follow her into the cold depth. We swam across the breadth of the lake and reached a collection of rocks on the far end of the water. I recognised it immediately as the place I used to play with water spirits. Oshun's mystical waters were rumoured to collect in northern Nigeria and rain into

His beard was as white as the sooth themselves and looked as if they needed shaving badly. “Soon, the emperor would dispatch more of his taskmasters to this side of the field. We can plead with them, and they would perhaps see things from our viewpoint. Heaven help us if they don’t kill anybody. The only option Is to continue our work as if nothing happened.” He continued remorsefully. “That would be difficult for Kichi,” Pa Uta said, and the choirs of eyes went back to the man whose wife was still raining curses on the taskmaster “We have other problems though,” The attention of the men returned when Pa Uta continued, “The children of the night took one of our own, Ginika, the son of Jide a

The chamber was bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, creating an atmosphere of mystique as she began to share the history of the prophecy with Seraphina. “This prophecy,” Elara began, her voice carrying the weight of ages, “has been whispered through the winds of time for centuries. It originates from a Nigerian shaman known for his uncanny ability to glimpse into the future. His visions were revered, his words etched into the annals of mystical lore.” Seraphina listened intently, her eyes fixed on Elara, hanging on every word.

Nysera: The Goddess of Secrets Volume I – The Forgotten Goddess Chapter 4: Ashes of the Forgotten ​Names had power—or so the priests often said. A god's name was etched upon the glowing Pillars of Heaven, spoken in the prayers of countless mortals, and remembered long after kingdoms had fallen into dust. ​Nysera's name had received none of those honors. It had never been carved upon the Pillars, no heavenly bells had welcomed it into existence, and no worshipper had ever whispered it in prayer. It had been given for only one purpose: to remind her that she was nothing.

Roaring, Idubor recalled his knife back and charged at the malicious beast again. There was a trace of excitement amidst his anger. almost as if he was enjoying the showdown. His knife had pierced through the beast's stomach when he flung it at the beast earlier. However, his ancestral spirit performed the function of conjuring his knife back to his hands; So no matter where it went to he could always summon back the knife. It was the only known function of his ancestral spirit, that was why the young prince dubbed such talent as 'useless', earlier when he was talking to his mother.

To be continued Ogun- Yoruba god of iron, fire, hunting, war, and politics Ayao- Yoruba goddess of air Amadioha- Igbo god of lightning Ekwensu- Igbo god of war, and the father of all magics, and he is a playful god and a trickster Ala-Igbo goddess of earth, fertility and creativity.

Could Lanroye have betrayed us all? Were the gods also taken captive as I was? Helpless as I was as sacrilegious practices were experimented on their bodies. My three wives, Orunmilla the basket of wisdom, Olokun the sea king, Obatala also named Orisha nla (the arch divinity); Creator forbids...The boy Shettima’s revelation chilled me to the depths of my bones even as I danced as if nothing was amiss.

he is the igbo god of thunder and one to be feared. ANYA'WNU: the female counterpart to Amadioha, and the igbo goddess of the sun. she is one to be revered and loved. EIGENGRAU: eigengrau is the colour you see when you close your eyes. sounds like a cool spell to me. ALA: Ala refers earth(ground, soil) and its god IKUKU: It is the forest that Orie summoned. OBGUN'ABALI: This is the igbo god of death, directly translated as 'one who kills at night'. he is well known for punishing evil doers.