Rama Deity Novels & Stories

“You are a child of Tara, the mother of all the forests of the world. - The woman explained her answer, taking my hand, leading me away from everyone to the very outskirts of the clearing. - Tara? I asked. - That is? Tara, this is the ancient Slavic goddess-patron of wildlife! - Our mother has a lot of names. The dryad smiled at me. – Someone calls her Artemis, someone Diana. But for us, she is first and foremost a mother. - Tara! She is the patroness of all living things, including man, because man is one with the world of Nature. - I hastily recalled everything I know about the named goddess.

Ransom said. "Before you do that, let me set up a recording device. That way we can reference the material later if need be." My baby brother was turning into a miniature Atlas. Ten/Saint nodded their head. "You're a go," Xander said. "Anda, and her sister, Asta, are goddesses from Earth before I was born. Anda, as you know, is the Goddess of Spirit. Asta is the Goddess of Love. One of Asta's minor powers is fertility. When the Earth was young, it was not greatly populated. She bestowed powerful children on her followers. These children grew into Magicks of many disciplines. The magic system on Earth was very complex, but mostly intertwined as they all began with Asta's children."

said the Goddess, and then Ramona approached. I raised my eyebrows when I saw her, but I didn't say anything. However, I saw how she looked at the gods in wonder. It was as if she finally understood a tangible part of the world. “You really exist, all of you,” whispered Ramona, and the Goddess smiled. “Yes, we exist,” said Dox, the god of calm. “It's a shame that even after I created your people, they believe in a god who doesn't really exist as they think.”

“I hope it’ll all be OK.” “Me too. So, just wait here just a bit longer, and I’ll have someone come and get you when Rita’s in the transplant ICU ward.” “Thanks.” Carrie glanced at the sketch pad on the chair. “You drew those?” “Yeah.” “What are they? Dancing women?” “Apsaras. Female spirits from Hindu and Buddhist mythology, usually associated with water and air – with clouds, mostly.” “Wow.” Carrie stared at the drawings. “They’re beautiful.” Maggie blushed. “Thanks. They’re for that big commission I told you about.”

“In terms of power and position, is Rames the same as other gods? Like Uwal, Sinag, Gnayh, Uarp?” Burdak is surprised by Randu's question just now. He is surprised because his wife had memorized the four gods. “I'm surprised you know them… those four gods are the main ones… they're like our ancestors, while Rames… is like our god on charge.” Burdak replied. “Hmm… so?” “Of course those four are more powerful… Rames is like their subordinate, Rames who is assigned to watch over us… and Asulpen.”

Ron’s brow furrowed. “No one prays to me anymore,” Nemyra said. “Lord Dareth has directed all the worshippers' attention to him alone. He grants their wishes, does their bidding, makes them forget us. The fishermen who used to pray to the Spirit of the Sea now pray to Dareth. Warriors have forgotten the Spirit of War, women have forgotten the Spirit of Fertility, many of them, Spirit of Love and Harmony, Spirit of Good Fortune, Spirit of the Sun, they have all been forgotten. They are left roaming around the streets of heaven, old and in rags.” She looks down at herself with a sad smile. “Just like me.” “The world has forgotten us, Ron. My essence is almost gone.” She touched her chest with

"You made that woman touch my child while she was smoking. Don't you know they can die from breathing from it?" "I said I was sorry," I imagine Athena as a lioness protecting her cub from a dog. She made Seth back off, looking sad like a lost puppy. I pull a grin and feel bad. "Hey Seth, Jacob isn't your only nephew. Want to hold Rama?" A new nickname for my son that Effie came up with because Rama is the seventh avatar of the God Vishnu in Hinduism, which is the name I like instead of Rambo. Imaginary dog ears perk up and tail wagging. "Can I?"

To escape, Usha transformed herself into a doe—but Prajapati pursued, becoming a buck, and the pattern of pursuit repeated, a dance of violation and survival. In her flight, Usha shifted into form after form—wolf, panther, tiger, eagle, serpent—until every earthly creature was born from her transformations. The gods watched in horror, and to end Prajapati’s corruption, they created Rudra, a deity of wrath and destruction, whose power obliterated the fallen father. From their combined divine strength arose Pashupati, Lord of the Animals, protector of Usha’s creations. As both consolation and honor, the gods transformed Usha into the dawn, a light that would rise each day to chase away darknes

Rudra began, his voice carrying the weight of countless generations, “in every Yuga, a human figure has risen to stand against the forces of evil, protecting humanity and restoring balance. These heroes, through their extraordinary deeds and sacrifices, have been revered and worshiped as gods.” Abhi, still marveling at the glowing sword, turned his attention fully to Rudra, his curiosity piqued. “Tell me more, Rudra. Who were these figures?” “In Satya Yuga,” Rudra explained, “it was the god Vishnu in his incarnation as Narayana, who maintained cosmic order. In Treta Yuga, it was Lord Rama, whose unwavering virtue and courage saved the world from the demonic Ravana. And in Dvapara Yuga, it wa

He murmured, "Poor Boss! He is giving an exam. Best of luck, Boss!" Finally, they reached the temple. It was the timing of Arti in the temple. They pray to Goddess Durga and walk around the temple with wishes. Sakshi prayed for the happy marriage life of Samarth and Aradhya. Dadi wishes the same. Aradhya prayed for Samarth that he saved her so he should repay for his holy work.