The God Rama Novels & Stories

He lowered the window pane and looked at his lady love. She was murmuring Hanuman chalisa (a sacred hymn of Hanuman, a Hindu god believed to be immortal and gives protection to the ones who remembers him in the time of problem and misery) and moving slowly and was actually bribing god to help her out today and then she will take care of her car from next day.... Rudra chuckled and that was when Sakshi stopped with her murmuring and looked sideways.... She was stunned to see him in front of herself....

the son of the 3 eyed (Lord Shiva), “Das Ramacha Vat Pahe Sadana ||” I am waiting for you in my “Sadana” (home) just like the slave(used as devotee) of Lord Rama, “Sankati Pavave Nirvani Rakshave Survarvandana ||” Please help us and protect us during bad times, my Salutations to lord, “Jaidev Jaidev Jai Mangal Murti ||” Hail the god, Hail the god, Hail the auspicious idol…

Nodding his head at the Supreme, he started the introductions. “Although I feel like you already know who is who, I will still introduce myself. I am Brahman, God King of the 4th Heaven.” “I am Ra of the 3rd Heaven.” “I rule the 6th Heaven. I am the Lord of the Eastern Archipelago, the Celestial Jade Emperor and this is Shanxi, my most priced warrior.” “I am Sango of the African Estate, proxy of the God King of the 5th Heaven, Ogun.”

Hoder then put Odin's hand on his statue and it received the breath of life. Then the happy Hoder invited all the Aesir to Idovall, the great central plain of Asgard. But great were the astonishment and disappointment of the gods when Hoder introduced the new Baldur. Several Aesir spoke of affront and disrespect to Baldur's memory, because the new Baldur was hideous and hunchbacked. Frigg and Odin's hearts were further hurt, and the latter condemned Hoder to exile, by promising him that his next born brother would come to claim justice for Baldur. However, Mimir the "god of remembrance", Vidar the "god of revenge", Bragi the "god of poetry and the arts" and Thor the "god of lightning and war

He watched still and waited for them to explain themselves, Rama and ram had not realized they had transformed, they watched him as he smirked at them, his smile paused a mixture of fear and happiness Rama turned around to hug his father, he realized they had messed up, out of fear he transitioned into a spirit, he was invisible Ramani watched him still, he now understood how they were able to talk to him without showing up. The two together appeared very funny, Ramani was patiently waiting for them to calm down before they could speak to him Mrs. Regina was still praying for them, Ramani’s character was hard to define, she didn’t know, if he was being cool or was being scared, his modesty w

Something I never thought I would witness. When Rafael had been Alpha, he’d treated women like disposable dolls, not letting them wear anything other than torn rags, but he’d mostly kept them naked and let the men do as they please. He had insulted the very foundation of our world. To humiliate women in a land where the people call our country "Matribhumi" (mother land), a land where Goddesses Durga ( Mother Goddess), Kali (Death Goddess), Saraswati (Goddess of Knowledge), Lakshmi (Goddess of wealth and prosperity), Annapurna (Goddess who provides us food), etc. are considered mothers, Goddesses who are worshiped every day; his crimes had been unforgiveable. But as I’d learnt soon after, he

Rudra asked. "Certainly, your grace," Neal replied. "It's an end of harvest festival celebrated to honor the Goddess of wealth and abundance Laxmi. She is also the patron Goddess of Kusasthali." Rudra leaned back in his chair," interesting, I would love to check it out." ******************* After getting thoroughly bored in his welcome dinner, Rudra retired to his chamber. It was getting into a routine now. Fight in wars, March with the armies for weeks, taking city after city. The repeat everything again.

"If they can send a feeling of violation... can I send one of unity? Of strength?" Nolan's eyebrows rose, a spark of intrigued light in his ancient eyes. "Theoretically... yes. The Goddess's gift is one of connection. To feel the pack's heart is also to speak to it. To reinforce it. But to do so consciously, as a shield... it would require immense focus. And a catalyst." My eyes fell on the moonstone dagger. The crack in its hilt still pulsed with a soft, steady silver light, having rejected the crimson flare of the intrusion.

Meadow lay open across a stack of student files, a cascade of papers spilling over the round wooden table beside him. Mixed among the archaeology and excavation reports were far older volumes—fragile Sanskrit manuscripts and English translations recounting the hymns of the Rigveda, where Usha, the goddess of dawn, was praised in radiant verse. Other texts sang of Durga’s battles, describing the tiger-riding warrior who struck terror into demons and hope into mortals. Some lay open, pages creased as if mid-thought, while others rested in precarious towers awaiting his return.

I do love feeling wanted, it makes feel like I am not lonely. Hence the reason why I have kept the whole of Raghul’s generations with me. I never want to have anyone leave me just like father did. “Of course you don’t want anyone to leave you… just like your adopted father did,” The oracle repeated what I had said in my mind as I stared bewildered as to how she was able to do that, “You are transparent Eve, the humans you hate so much, you are part of them and as you keep living in this past…” the oracle paused.