Shiva Novels & Stories

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *

Faith, or whatever this woman’s name is, frowned, “Olca is no longer here.” “You know her?” I asked instantly. “Yes. The deity of the volcano.” She answers. “Where is Olca?” Harry sounded like he demanded an answer. “Olca disappeared.” She answers. “You’re not Olca?” Harry quizzed. Faith shakes her head, “No.” “Then if you’re not Olca… who are you?” I asked nervously, not sure if I want to know who she is. “I don’t have a name of my own that’s why I make up names for me when I step to the land.” She answers weirdly.

They put their palms together and bowed their heads to the floor. The four elders then pulled out their white conchs from the bags and started blowing a long note. The humming sounds echoed through the morning sky. The sensation caused the hair on the back of my neck to stand. They blew the conchs three times before they started chanting a hymn in unison. 'O Lord Shiva, Lord of Pasus or Jivas, O Blue-necked Lord, The Destroyer of Daksha's sacrifice, The Beloved of Uma, The Five-faced Isvara,

I pushed the door open, and my jaw threatened to drop for a second time. It was a masterpiece of black marble, a freestanding deep soaking tub, and a rainfall shower that looked big enough to stand a family in. But as I walked up to the vanity, my eyes landed on a row of high-end feminine products—expensive face washes, designer body scrubs, and silk hair wraps.

I wondered if he would believe me, "a va...v..." It were as though something was sitting in my throat, forcing me to not say the word that will call upon the evil spirit. I knew I should listen to it but Master Abigor stepped closer to me, giving me an intense look and probed me to speak, "say it," his voice came out dark and foreboding.

Shirley heard the girl calling her mom, but she turned a deaf ear to it, since she had no memory of them. “Yeah, she really is the goddess of beauty herself, and she’s standing right here, unable to remember who she is, who her husband is and who her beautiful daughters are. Shirley’s face dropped momentarily. “I’m really sorry David. I can’t imagine how much pain you are going through right now. Pain of having someone, especially your wife not being able to remember you. I’m really sorry…. If this is true, I’m sure by tomorrow it will all be fine.”

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

“What do you mean? Who is watching?” “Agatha,” her mother interjected, her expression turning grave. “The High Priestess Agatha. She has been alive for over a thousand years, fueled by dark magic and a thirst for power. She senses your potential and will come for you. You must be cautious.” “But I want to fight back!” Aqua exclaimed, desperation threading through her words. “I don’t want to hide anymore. I need to know how to harness my powers.”

She pointed her index at us, but none of us even bothered to step back. "Why are you doing this?" Jaque asked, sadness lacing on her beautiful face. "We're supposed to help each other!" What did she mean by that? "Don't you recognize me?!" Yeah! That sounded weird. "Of course, I recognize you, Shiva!" Who was Shiva?! "I still recognize your infuriating scent!" Shiva?! Was that Jaque's wolf?! "Thousands of years have passed, and you're the same. Still proud and condescending!" Thousands of years?! I shook my head, confused and getting dizzy with the information I had just heard.

If everybody was scared of him, why the fuck did they keep giving him these Omegas in the first place? “Speak,” he growled. They startled, and one of them was visibly shaking. “We’ve been assigned to you, sir,” one of them said. “I know that,” he growled. “What are your names?” It was Shadow making him so irritable, but there was nothing he could do about that. They would have no peace until Ava was out of this school. “Samantha,” the one who had spoken first said. “Julie,” the shaky one said.