Tales Of Herding Gods Novels & Stories

Everyone felt suffocated. At that moment, at a height of 300 meters above her head, three huge golden images suddenly appeared. One was a woman with a snake body, the other was a middle-aged man holding a zither, and the third was an old man holding fairy grass. Everyone's faces suddenly changed as they looked up at the images of the three great gods in the sky. There was an urge in everyone to prostrate and worship. "This... Are they the Three Emperors in ancient myth?! Nuwa Empress, Fuxi Emperor, and Shennong God!"

“But… If you forbid witchcraft, who cures your toothaches, who tends to the ill, who delivers the babies, and prays to the gods for good harvest?” “Well,” Gera gestured helplessly. “You are speaking to a heretic, Thaelen. I am in the dungeons for a reason, because I still worship the gods and goddesses we have always prayed to for help in such things… But, for the others? The One God, Thaelen.” “How can one god hear the prayers of so many?” Thaelen was disdainful.

And just like in my dream, I also didn't feel that my body is being burned when I entered the cage even though the bars seemed to be burning. "The sacred cage of my teacher! You have entered the sacred cage without being burned. You are the reincarnation of my teacher! You are also our goddess!" Old Remi exclaimed as her eyes widened while looking at me. I didn't pay attention to what she said because I saw that the monster was going to attack me again.

*** — Anne, do you want to hear a story? When the world was young, and the herds were still in their most primitive state, a lone wolf devoted himself to singing to the Goddess Moon with passion. The wolf, whose fur shone under the silver light of the moon, sang with a passion and devotion that resonated in the deepest corners of the night. His howls were an ode to the beauty and mystery of the night, an expression of love and admiration for the Goddess who illuminated the nighttime sky.

A luminous figure emerged from the heart of the Nexus—a goddess, ethereal and wise, her presence radiating a profound sense of ancient knowledge. "Hera, Princess of the Night, and Davien, Alpha of the Wolves," the goddess spoke, her voice a melody that resonated through the meadow. "You have faced the trials that sought to unravel the threads of your love, and in doing so, you have proven the strength of your connection." Hera, her eyes reflecting the depth of her experiences, regarded the goddess with a mixture of curiosity and gratitude. "Goddess, why is it that our love transcends the boundaries of our supernatural beings? What purpose does such a union serve in the grand tapestry of exis

Carlin requested for Adele to bring something to relive my headache, it was another obnoxious brew, I closed my nose and began drinking. We described out experience to her leaving nothing. She nodded a lot but said very little. It was starting to annoy me. “The Hunter God is from a different time of war and bloodshed. He’s the reason why we have senses and physical powers,” She said finally. “It will not be easy going against him. But you have Moon Goddess blessings.” Carlin and I nodded. “Let’s go back to my father. I have an announcement to make.” He said. I wondered what he was going to say.

A chestnut gelding sticks his head out through the window in his stall door. “I like the Norse god theme going on,” I tell her, slowly extending my hand for Odin to sniff. “There are only a few gods left before I have to switch to Pagan gods,” she says with a laugh. “We already did the Greek and the Roman gods.” She pulls a handful of horse treats from her pocket and gives them to Everly. “He came from an auction too and was skinny like Freya when I got him. Took us a year to get to this point.”

I cautiously ask, knowing she needed a minute or two to process what she saw and to put it into words. “The same. Always the same. Wings of fire that spread to the ground. Burning the forests. Wilds running for cover. But this time…” She pauses, taking a deep breath. I sit on the edge of the couch waiting for more. Hoping this time her vision had given her more to go on. “This time, I saw his face. Oh Tala,” she whimpers. “His eyes were gold like the gods. Wings not just of fire but golden and dangerous. He is the child of the sky gods. The child born from the egg.” As if reading my thoughts, before I could even open my mouth to respond, Tala says “I don’t know if this a version of a future

The stories she had shared with Theo melded with the narratives of the dream realm, creating a kaleidoscope of tales that danced before her in a mesmerizing display. As she wandered through this fantastical land, Mama Hazel encountered creatures of myth and magic, each one a guardian of stories untold, a keeper of secrets waiting to be revealed. The characters she met whispered of forgotten tales, of hidden truths, and of the transformative power of storytelling that bound their fates together in an intricate dance of destiny.

A towering figure of crystal and gold flame, its face featureless but radiating intelligence. Sylra cursed under her breath. “A Herald.” Edward drew his sword. “What’s a Herald?” “An extension of the god’s will,” she said quickly. “Not a fragment—a messenger.” The creature tilted its head, and its voice rang through the clearing, deep and resonant. You carry the pulse of the divine, mortal child. Why do you resist the call? I stepped forward slowly, feeling the energy pulling at me. “Because I don’t serve the gods. Not anymore.”