Shiva Stories Novels & Stories

I whisper, my voice shaky as hell. Lucas shakes his head slowly, his eyes locked on the nightmare unfolding in front of us. He looks just as helpless as I feel. Shiva doesn’t say a word. She slips her hand into her jacket and pulls out a dagger. Her lips move as she mutters an incantation under her breath. Before I even fully register what’s happening, she hurls the dagger at the beast. It hits its arm, and the creature lets out a deafening shriek that makes my skin crawl. Then it turns its furious gaze to Shiva.

During this time, on every monday or 'Somvar', all ladies of SINGH family visited the temple and offered flowers, milk, and holy water to Lord Shiva. At this time, Adrija who was wearing a dark green Sharara dress, covering her head with the dupatta (stole) which had a mirror worked on it, was offering Jal (holy water) on the Shiva Linga (The Symbol of Shiva). Her eyes were closed, lips were painted in nude shades of lipstick and face was donned with light natural make-up. Her mouth was chanting 'Om Namah Shivaya' , 'Om Namah Shivaya' (I Bow down to Shiva) mantra back to back.

Fabio ducked his head as if you physically avoid the downpour of rage that he knew was going to follow. “I thought royals don’'t cuss.” Lukov’s eyes turned into an abnormal shade of gold and for a brief second, Shivani regretted what she'd done. Of course, she was not any good in fighting against a big bad wolf not with her horrid powers that barely saved her from being burnt alive just yesterday. “Shivani.” It came out as a growl as he pulled the door open and yanked her out of the car. He pulled her towards a tree and pressed her painfully against the bark. He put his hand around her neck and squeezed.

sitting in front of Lord Shiva and goddess Shakti, with his folded hands, and eyes closed, Vihaan spoke slowly to Shana seated beside him. Even if his eyes was closed, he could feel her eyes on him and one part of him knew the reason of it too. " I will see you when you will be in the room." Speaking through her gritted teeth, Shana spoke while folded hands in the gesture of respecting the Lord Shiva and Goddess Shakti. "Oh really?what will you see Shana?" Knowing very well she was threatening him , he was not in the mood to play along. Not believinh he was flirting with her while sitting in the temple of the home, Shana peeked at him with her left eyes.

Pitch red orbs met shining emerald! Their growling shook the earth they were standing on. The birds from the mountain trees flew away out of fear. The little animals on the land, such as rabbits and foxes, hid themselves in their habitats. The bright sky suddenly turned dim, clouds were forming, and rain was about to pour. 'You can't recognize me, Thorin?' Shiva spoke to her mate, only them who could understand. 'You have to die in my arms, Shiva. You have to die, so my master's power can fully be awakened!' Thorin responded.

It stood as a testament to Shivvara's strength, and her loyalty to those she loved and cared for. As he gazed at the statue, memories flooded his mind. He recalled the stories his father had told him about the ancient bond between the gods Obenis and Yidis, the sacrifices made, the battles fought, and the love that had once united both realms. But now, as he stood on the precipice of Shivvara, he couldn't help but wonder if he was about to repeat the mistakes of the past.

It was like something directed from above. Sam replied to Resha's bow with a perfect namaste, then she opened her blouse and called attention to her own tats, including a lion and the hands of a dancer. These are symbols of the Hindu goddess Parvati, who Resha knew as the one to share Shiva's house as wife and lover.

Joy was crying out aloud. "Joy. Take a deep breath, Calm down."Christ was holding her daughter’s hands. "Do you still remember the story I told you about the Habitat of Shamans?" "Of course I do. You never stopped talking about it when I was young." For as long as Joy could remember, her father loved to tell her about all kinds of legends about the Habitat of Shamans, an ancient and mysterious wonderland. She recalled that there were also Shamans who could understand cat’s language. Joy looked at her father and turned round to look at Baby, it occurred to her that her bedtime story had come true.