Nika God Novels & Stories

"Do you know what that means, Aria?" I knew what it meant, of course. She was asking me because it was virtually unheard of and wouldn't expect a fourteen year old to know. No one had seen the Goddess' mark in over a millennium and even then, the accounts were iffy at best. I learnt about it very vaguely during my Luna studies and knew the ramifications it held. However, it was basically considered a myth these days. I nodded my head at her. My life was about to become infinitely more difficult now.

I kneel before the goddess of the moon as she turns to pick up the necklace that will be for a while the stabilizer of my powers. “By the powers and faith vested in me, I bless you, Pandora, with a relentless instinct and a life full of adventures and love.” She recites while decorating my neck with the necklace adorned in silver, with a moonstone pendant. For us, receiving this particular stone is a great honor, since the moonstone is a part of the divine entity that protects us night after night.

I've gawked at him from afar, even lusted after it, back when he was my enemy of a neighbour without curtains and when he was the central midfielder in the school's football team when I'd joined the cheerleading team because of him. Mere humans aren't built like this. Only gods are built like this. He growls into my mouth as my hands roam his chest. My pulse thrums wildly and my core clenches with pure unbridled lust as I grip his towel, wanting to yank it off him so I can feel him skin to skin.

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Elias instinctively reached up, touching the tarnished silver band resting on his brow. "It wasn't mined, Architect," Elias said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "It was recovered. From the impact crater." "What crater?" I demanded. "The one at the roof of the world," Cord answered, stepping forward, his massive chest heaving. "The highest peak in the northern frozen wastes. The wolves call it the Goddess's Tear. It is a massive, frozen crater where a fragment of the moon struck the earth ten thousand years ago." I felt the familiar, terrifying thrill of a new impossible equation locking into place.

The cold water hit my skin but all I could feel was the heat building inside me. In the dream, I pulled out, flipped him over with his face down on the bed. Ass up. His shorts ripped away and skin bare. I spread his cheeks, licked him there and his moans filled the room. "Please," he begged. "Kieran... my god..." Yes. God. I was his God. I fucked my fist faster, water streaming down my chest an back. I leaned against the tile. Head tipped up. Moaned his name low. "Ezra..."

ZION "Mine next, mine next," Kendra gleefully chirped, clapping her hands in excitement once Alina was done unwrapping Sophia's gift. Sophia had gotten Alina a set of best friend necklaces. One for Alina, one for Sophia herself, and one for Kendra. It was cute and by the sparkle, in Alina's eyes, I knew she liked it. Alina picked up the small box that was wrapped in a candy cane gift wrap. She wasted no time in ripping the wrapping apart to reveal a tiny black box. Her grey orbs held curiosity as they shifted to where Kendra sat.

They call them guardians. He was tall, brown hair and eyes and well built. "There are 12 month-tribes blessed by the moon, who can tell me a few months and their affinities?" This was common knowledge, anyone could intuitively guess this. Everyone except for Larry, that sluggish moron seated at the back corner, he couldn't recite the alphabets correctly if his life depended on it. Maybe, she hyperbolized that a little bit but truly he was just a stupid big dumb oak.

she saw he just wanted to be silent, not to make her feel like a fool who her knowledge was weak, she needed to know what he was thinking or knew, so she looked seriously and asked, " Opolopo, talk to me, is the girl not who i thought she was? Tell me if i am wrong about her, tell me who Oyinda is now" she looked serious and was really obvious that she must hear what ever Opolopo had in mind concerning the girl in question, he answered by saying " i Opolopo would not call her a goddess, but she is not human also, but the things with that girl is not known by her, she is a good peaceful young innocent beautiful girl, but a god lives inside of her, and that god must be a old enemy, who only p

“Stop! Stop saying this, you don't get anything, there's more to it….” “Then for the sake of whatever matters, tell me. Tell me!” “It is because of ANTI, it means Antaleum Nagaxium Tilogydo Tiransodi.” “I thought no one knew what it meant.” “Who told you that? Haughter, right? Like I said, she doesn't know much, in fact, no one alive beside Aunt Joanna and me knows shit.”