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Jory always felt something for Nug and Groth. When he didn’t flicker on either one he knew he needed the comfort that only his parents could provide. Jory made it to his family only to discover that another coup was about to take place. Groth and Nug knew Jory was theirs even without a flicker. Finding out their man was under threat. No way. Who knew it would bring them face to face with the Gods.
Gift From The Gods
Nakaka 4
By
Cree Storm
MM, SHIFTERS, PARANORMAL, AND SCENES OF VIOLENCE
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A CREE STORM BOOK
Gift From The Gods
Nakaka 4
Copyright © 2022 by Cree Storm
Edited by Ann Attwood
Rerelease of an E-book Publication: September 2022
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ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without express written permission.
All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.
All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.
DEDICATION
“Not everything is as it seems, and not everything that seems is. Between being and seeming there is always a point of agreement, as if being and seeming were two inclined planes that converge and become one…. José Saramago
Table Of Content
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
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CHAPTER 1
“Hey, Jory, I finished peeling the potatoes and they’re cooking. The cheesy butternut squash is in the oven along with the…”
“Hey, Jory, you have a call.”
Jory called out, “Coming, Lorn.” Then, he turned to the other kitchen worker. “Thanks, I’m sure it’s all great, Tang. The pepper steak is almost ready, and the roasted chicken needs to be taken out in fifteen minutes.”
“Not a problem, Jory.” Tang replied as Jory went into his office and picked up the phone.
“This is Jory.”
A loud sigh on the other end had Jory wanting to smack his head into the desk.
“Jory, when are you coming to visit? You promised.”
“Hi, Grandpa. I know I did, but things have been really crazy around here, and…”
His grandpa didn’t let him finish, before jumping in, “No more excuses. I’m not getting any younger here, Jory. I miss you, and you promised you’d come and visit.”
“I know, Grandpa. I’m sorry. I haven’t had a chance to speak to the Caliph yet. I…”
“Stop your dawdling, Jory. I thought you said your new Caliph was a good man?”
“He is, Grandpa. It’s just been kind of crazy around here. Our Caliph has been bringing in the traitors to our kind, they’re still looking for the guy, Zeus, and…”
“I know what’s going on. Your Papi and I have waited long enough. Caliph Avod has been asking for you as well. He’s already asked if you will do the turkey dinner you did the last time you came,” his grandpa asked.
Sighing, Jory asked, “So, is it me you’re all missing, or my cooking?”
His grandpa laughed, “If I say both, will you get upset with me?”
Laughing, Jory answered, “No, Grandpa. I could never get upset with you, Papi or the Caliph.”
“You know you could bring your friend. I’m sure Caliph Avod won’t mind, and it would make you feel better having a friend with you anyway,” his grandpa said.
A pang of sadness hit Jory, as he answered, “No, Grandpa. When I come, it won’t be with Nug.”
There was silence on the other end, and Jory knew he hadn’t hidden his turmoil as he’d hoped.
“Grele! Grele! Come. Our grandson has trouble,” his grandpa called out.
“No, Grandpa. I’m fine. There’s no need to…”
“What’s wrong with our Jory, Morton?” Papi asked in concern, and from the clarity, it could only mean he was now on speaker.
“Nothing’s wrong, Papi. I’m fine,” Jory tried once more.
His Papi harumphed, “Don’t be telling tales, Jory. We raised you better than that. Now talk to us. What’s going on?”
Jory heard the love in his papi’s tone, and it brought tears to his eyes. “I… I got upset with Nug… well, Nug and Groth.”
“Isn’t Groth one of your Caliph’s inner circle?” his grandpa asked.
“Yes, sir. He’s the Regent.”
His grandpa quickly said, “Ah, Hron’s second in command.”
“And what had you getting upset with them? It isn’t like you to not be forgiving,” Papi said.
Sighing, Jory answered, “I know, Papi, but… well, there was some bad things happening in the Brais clutch house, and Nug said he could get our Caliph in, and I said I didn’t want him to go…”
“But, isn’t Nug’s brother there?” his grandfather asked, then muttered, “Nig? Nag? N…”
Jory giggled, “Nub, Grandpa. His name is Nub, and yeah. As a matter of fact, he came back with them. He’s living here and helping me in the kitchen.”
“Oh, well, then all’s well. So, what’s the problem?” Papi asked.
Jory felt his anger rising again, as he answered, “The problem is he shouldn’t have gone, and Groth shouldn’t have let him, and if he was going to go, I should have been asked to go too. I mean, we don’t do things separately, and with good reason. Nug says things… does things… he needs me to keep him out of trouble, and no one would listen to me, and…”
“Jory! Jory! Slow down, son.” his grandpa intervened.
Sniffling, Jory wiped at his eyes. “Sorry, Grandpa.”
No one said anything, until his papi finally broke the silence, “You’re really upset about this.”
“Yes,” Jory rasped.
“Might I ask why? Jory, it makes sense that Nug go to the clutch, since his brother lived there. Avod told us what happened, and we had a big meeting about everything not long ago,” his grandpa said, then added, “As a matter of fact, from the way you’ve talked, I was surprised not to see you there. I know Nug was there.”
Jory hesitated a minute, then said, “I… I had to work.”
“Don’t lie to us, Jory. Again, we taught you better than that. If you don’t want to answer us, then just say so, but don’t lie to us,” his grandpa snapped.
Jory felt horrible. He knew better, and his grandpa was right. They had taught him better. “Sorry, Grandpa. The truth is I… I’ve been avoiding the group. I… I…”
“That’s it, Jory. I don’t know what’s going on there, but I want you here. I know you’re a grown man, but to us you’re our grandson and our baby boy. We can hear it in your voice that something is really upsetting you, and we don’t like it” Papi stated firmly. “Now either you talk to your Caliph, or we will.”
Jory sat up, anxiously saying, “No! Please, don’t do that, Papi. I promise I’ll talk to Hron.”
“You still haven’t told him about us, have you?” his grandpa asked.
Sighing, Jory answered, “No sir.” Then, hesitantly said, “I haven’t told anyone… ever.”
“Are you ashamed of your family, Jory?” his grandpa asked.
Jory gasped, “Of course not! Gods, Grandpa, how can you say that? You’re an ancient. I would never be ashamed of you.”
“Then, why haven’t you told your Caliph that you are the grandson to ancients?” his grandpa asked.
Sighing, Jory sat back in his chair. “Because, I… I don’t want people liking me, thinking they can get something out of me, because of who I’m related to.”
“You’ve never told Nug, and you and he have been best friends forever,” Papi softly said.
Jory could hear the hurt in his papi’s tone, and it caused his heart to break. “Papi, I swear I’m not ashamed of my family. I’ve never been ashamed of you, or Grandpa. Please, don’t think poorly of me. You know if I told, I wouldn’t be allowed to cook for the clutch. I’d be considered royalty, and—”
“Because, you are royalty,” his grandpa interrupted.
“No, you’re royalty to the Nakaka. I’m just the grandson, and even so, I love cooking for the clutch. I don’t want to be forced to sit around and do nothing, Grandpa,” Jory insisted.
His grandpa let out a sound of exasperation. “I know, son. I know. It’s just that we’d like to go to your clutch and meet your friends one day, and every time we bring it up, you always say we can’t, because they don’t know about us. I’m not going to lie to you, Jory. It hurts.”
“That’s not fair, Grandpa. You know Caliph Tamale didn’t want others coming here, and then Chantel took over the clutch, and now Caliph Hron has been dealing with the Sortie and Forte. It’s all ju
“I still can’t believe that we have a group of Nakaka trying to take out all the ancients and their firstborn. It’s insane,” Papi said in a huff. “Ungrateful shits.”
“And don’t the humans think they did enough when they attacked our people two hundred years ago, and killed so many of us? We are Nakaka, created by Gods to protect them, and here they go and join with the shifters, calling themselves the Forte, and try to kill us all. If your papi and I hadn’t moved to this clutch when we did, we would have died right along with your father and uncle,” his grandpa snapped.
Long ago, Madam Pele had met her mate, God of the living, Aumakaua. The gods came together with great love for all things living, and to please his beloved, Aumakaua created the humans, and placed them on a group of small volcanic islands. Madame Pele loved them all dearly, and worried for their safety, so she and her mate used parts of souls, and pieces of animals, insects, man, and volcanic rock, mixed them together, and created the Nakaka to guard over the human world. They were all men, because in those times men were considered the strongest and most able to watch over the people. However, as time went on, the humans became more distant to the Nakaka, and began to call them gargoyles, a French term meaning a fearsome dragon that terrorized the people. This became a great concern to many Nakaka. Some of the ancients warned the others that the humans might become a threat. They wanted to talk with the people, but other ancients ignored the warnings, and felt it was not their place to interfere with the people of the lands.
That was a decision they would all live to regret.
One night, the humans planned and executed an attack on all Nakaka, forcing them to leave their homes and go into hiding. The Nakaka retaliated, killing all the villagers except for one woman and the children.
The gods were not happy with the Nakaka for their actions, or the fact that they left the humans to fend for themselves. They felt the ancients should have done something to relieve the tension of the people before any of this happened, and therefore took away their ability to have a Viata, or if you were a shifter they were known as mates. This meant that there would be no children… or what the Nakaka called chickpeas, born into the clutch to grow their numbers, since only those mated could create life.
“I must ask, is it true that the goddess and her mate have forgiven us for our actions? Are we once again finding our Viatas, and is it true that one of your own is expecting our first chickpea in over two hundred years?” Papi asked.
Even though Jory knew his grandparents couldn’t see him, Jory nodded, “Yes, sir. My friend Petree is mated to the Caliph, and another friend of mine, Elijah, is mated to the Drillmaster Khall, and Spencer is mated to the head ancient guard, Throg, and they’re expecting a chickpea in a little less than five months.”
“I can’t believe that this day has finally come. So many had given up hope.” his papi whispered.
“Well, we have Petree to thank for all of this. He was abused so badly,” Jory rasped, then sniffled.
His grandpa quickly tried to comfort him. “He is a good Nakaka.”
Jory sniffled once more, “No, Grandpa. Petree is more than good. He’s… he’s… selfless. He could have chosen to walk into the waterfall and enter the ever after, but instead he knowingly returned to the living, knowing the pain and suffering he would go through, and having the knowledge he would never again have his wings, and he did it for all of us.”
“I saw him at the meeting, and I would love to thank him in person for his sacrifice.” his grandpa softly said.
“Maybe soon you will find your Viata.” Papi softly said.
The words were meant as hope, but for Jory they only caused pain. The only person, for the longest time, Jory had dreamed of having as his Viata, was Nug… and that just wasn’t going to happen. Nug only saw Jory as his friend, and besides, Jory didn’t hold a candle to the man Nug wanted… Groth. Hell, the two of them were together practically every day, and Groth was even teaching Nug some moves, so he could protect himself, and he had never even suggested something like that for Jory. Then again, Jory didn’t know if he could be in the same room with a sweaty, sexy man like Groth.
The image of Jory pinned underneath Groth, had him damn-near coming in his pants. Then again, who wouldn’t be turned on by that huge, luscious beast of a Nakaka? Groth was completely mouth-watering at over seven feet tall, long dark hair, and those wings… oh gods, those wings. Jory had dreamed many times about how those white-with-brown-tip eagle wings would feel wrapped around his body… Gods, to have him as his Viata… yum, but it wasn’t just his looks.
Groth was so sweet and sexy and strong. Whenever Jory was with Groth he felt… safe… protected… cared for.
Would it be selfish to want them both? Jory sighed, of course it was, as well as greedy. Besides, they proved to him how much they didn’t think of him the same way, when they left for Brais, and didn’t want him coming with them.
“Jory? Jory are you still there?” his papi asked in concern.
Pulling himself back to the present, Jory sighed, “Sorry, Papi, my mind wondered away.”
“Is the thought of finding your Viata that distressing?” his papi asked in confusion.
“No… it’s just… never mind,” Jory muttered.
His grandfather quickly asked, “Or, have you already found your Viata?”
Gasping, Jory sat up, “What? No! I would tell you something like that if I had.”
“Then, what is it?” his grandfather asked.
Jory didn’t know how to answer that question. How did he tell his grandparents that he wished he had two? Would they get angry with him for being so greedy in thought?
“Jory?” his grandfather asked once more.
Knowing his grandpa wasn’t going to let up with him until he answered his question, Jory said, “Grandpa, have you ever heard of a Nakaka having two Viatas?”
“Two? You have two?” Papi gasped.
“No! Gods no, Papi. I don’t have any… at least, not that I know of, but I… I…”
“You have found two Nakaka that pull to your heart.” Papi said in understanding.
Sighing, Jory answered, “Yes… No…” Letting out a loud breath, Jory said, “I don’t know. I was just wondering.”
Hearing voices outside his office, Jory knew it was Nug, and he really didn’t want to talk to him right now, especially after all the talk of Viatas. “Grandpa, Papi, I really need to go. I have to put up the buffet. I promise I’ll talk with Hron as soon as possible, and make arrangements to come to see you.”
“Okay, Jory,” Papi said distractedly, “But, I can…”
Hearing Nug getting closer, Jory rushed, “Sorry, I really have to go. I love you both. Tell Uncle Bralk hi from me, and let him know I’ll make him a juicy roast when I come there, and his favorite pineapple upside-down cake.”
“He’ll love that, Jory. Love you too,” his grandpa said.
Jory hung up and went to his back door. Slowly, he opened it, and made sure no one was in the next room. When he saw it was empty, Jory took off as fast as he could. His reactions told him one thing… he needed to talk to his Caliph, and get out of here.
The question was, when he went to his grandparents, would he return to the place he’d called home since the attack over two hundred years ago?
CHAPTER 2
“Enter,” Hron called out.
Jory walked in and Groth’s breath caught. He didn’t know what it was about this little beauty and his best friend, but Groth felt something, and it wasn’t just a protectiveness. If it wasn’t for the fact that he hadn’t flickered on either man, he would have sworn one or both of the men were his Viata.
Flickering on another, to a Nakaka was supposed to be like nothing they’d ever felt before, and the Nakaka would know. It was hard not to, when the mere look in another’s eyes would bring about a spark of light within his heart, and spread throughout his body, like a sparkler from the Fourth of July. It flowed until it centered on his cock, and there was no way in hell the Nakaka could stop himself from ejaculating.
