Thus Zarathustra Novels & Stories

Despite his small stature, Zahrak carried himself as if watching them from above, a hidden ruler of the unseen worlds. In tense silence, he followed Muhammad and Susan until they reached a vast hall enveloped in oppressive stillness. There, upon a great throne, sat Sheikh Shams al-Duhur—his back straight, Deep in the bowels of the earth, Azarukh tore through the subterranean depths like a living meteor descending from the heart of hell. He surged forward with a speed akin to a comet hurtling across the sky, yet his path was downward, to a lesser realm groaning under the weight of unquenchable flames. Rocks cracked around him, and darkness trembled like a living creature fleeing its own fury,

I did not see the wolf around after the lightning. Did my desperation for revenge gave me hallucination…? It seems I have finally reached my limit. Looks like today will be a good day to die. “Í DAG ER DAGURINN SEM þÚ DEYRÐ, SNÁKUR!” (TODAY IS THE DAY YOU DIE, SNAKE!) Z— Z— Z— Z— ZZT— BOOM!!!!!!! Five lightning rains down; however, each of them missed by hitting the nearby trees, causing them to burn.

Zara inhaled slowly, forcing her shoulders back as she stared at the file in front of her, the neat rows of information suddenly blurring into something meaningless. Focus, she said to herself. She needed to focus. Not on the message. Not on the past. Not on anything that didn’t belong in this room. She leaned forward, forcing herself to read. Line by line. Word by word. But her mind kept slipping. Back. Again. And again. *** Nathan noticed her strange behaviour and decided to walk towards her. “You’ve been on the same page for ten minutes.” Zara blinked. Nathan’s voice cut through the haze, grounding her just enough to make her aware of how far she had drifted.

Zara felt his warmth for a minute as he put a hand over her heart. Then he disappeared. The Initial Action In the clearing, Zara stood by herself, her heart weary but determined. Her reflection glistened in the pool of water at the base of the obelisk as she walked up to it. As she stretched out to touch it, the crystalline sphere glowed brilliantly, floating just over the surface. Energy flooded through her body the instant her fingers touched the sphere. She saw visions of people coming together, lands being restored, and cities being rebuilt. As a ray of hope amid a broken world, she imagined herself at the centre of it all.

HAVE you ever felt that you might be different? That, in this world, is not how the way you thought about it. But what if behind this beautiful world that you thought it was, lies the secret that would change your life? I am Zeiah, I grew up thinking that everybody around me is ordinary and I am like them, but that's what I thought.

“Gods and goddesses are real. It’s true, Jasper.” Zara shakes her head at him. “I can prove it to you.” Jasper looks at Zara as if she has grown a second nose. “Zara, you’re going to school to be a scientist. You really believe that crap?”

**********************TWO MONTHS BEFORE THE BEGINNING OF THE WAR********************* He was flabbergasted when the lift came to a shocking end, and he leaped out, unfortunate that the steel wires keeping the contraption intact were going to fall, and the lift would tumble seventy stories beneath, ending his existence with it. He was questionable of everything, and you would mull over welcoming him to your party. The lights on Jalon's entryway were still on, and the entryway was totally open, he could see from the opposite finish of the hallway.

CHAPTER 25: ZARA AND DARIUS ZARA: I didn't want to be another notch on some powerful man’s belt, just another cheap girl to be used for a night and then discarded like a piece of trash. I started to pull away, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs, but Darius’s grip on my hand tightened, his fingers locking around mine with a strength that was both possessive and inescapable.

And made my way home. The weight of the decision still pressed upon my shoulders, but now there was a glimmer of clarity. I know I have to find a solution that will benefit me and uphold the principles that guided my actions. As I step through the threshold of our home, a wave of familiarity washes over me. The scent of home-cooked meals dances in the air, and the warm embrace of normalcy envelops me. The mother of my child, Zea, who I have always known to be a kind-hearted woman whose love for our child knows no bounds, greets me with open arms as if nothing is amiss. She carries on with the ease of a well-rehearsed routine, talking animatedly about her day and what delicacies she has prepa

In the center stood a single cradle of obsidian roots, tangled with veins of silver. And inside it, light. Not bright. Not blinding. But ancient. Whispering. Zara stepped forward—and the world tilted. She collapsed to her knees, gasping. A thousand images flooded her: skies cracked with stars she’d never seen. Oceans rising. Fire raining upward. Children born glowing. Wolves howling on moons that had no names. A voice brushed her ear—dry, root-deep, older than gods. “She is not prophecy fulfilled. She is the door. Through her, I wake.”