Putri Naga Novels & Stories

Kalyana agreed to Mr Made’s proposal. “So, here it is,” Mr. Made began to tell, “according to the legend circulating among the people here, there used to be a princess from the Majapahit kingdom, Putri Larasati, who fell in love with a sculptor, named Narendra, who is in charge of maintaining the Penataran Temple building. The relationship was forbidden because, apart from differences in caste, Putri Larasati was the wife of a patih (governor) who already had a son. Desperate for their condition, Putri Larasati, along with the artist and the son of the patih, fled. Several courtiers who were loyal to Putri Larasati also participated.” Mr Made’s story stopped for a moment when Mrs. Made serve

"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.

He looked in awe at the woman who had captured his heart and only saw her beauty not the threat she possessed. Beautiful? Caleb thought. “King Caleb of the Mer people, I am princess Nazima of the Naga clan, daughter of the late king Calem and the true queen of the water. I am here for what is mine, I am here for the trident of kings, my crown, and the freedom of the clans. Give me what I want, and you and your people will be spared. Refuse and you shall all perish for this land; this water has and will always be ruled by the Nagas” the admiration Caleb had was something he had never felt before. It was like he was seeing everything for the first time like a new-born baby seeing for the first

Yes, there is some work to be done now," answered Nita. "Where's my daughter?" Putri is Nita's child. "I'm studying in a group with a friend; how come Sie's house is next door?" answered Nita. "You sit down first, okay?" "Oh, Mommy Nita, where are you going?" Sienna asked because Nita was about to walk toward the stairs. "Call Daddy," answered Nita. "No need; let me just call myself," said Sienna, because poor Nita was pregnant. "Yes, you go up; the room is on the right, right next to the stairs," said Nita, explaining the location of Fahmi's workspace.