[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable":3,"chapter-mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-132":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Mahabharat: Shiva's Last Variable",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1857027,2464,"Chapter 132 - 130: Amavasya Night... Ritual... Pishachas Answers...","mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-132",132,"\u003Cp>(A\u002FN):\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drop a meme here that you find funny. Or reflects your mood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guys I hope you put more comments and power stones... Which will encourage me...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guys From here new volume based on tantra arc begans. Here The importance will be given to two goddesses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Goddess Mahakali and Goddess Varahi...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-------------------------------------------------\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After A Week...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A week passed after the secret meeting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The five kings moved quickly once their decision had been made.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rudrasena of Kalingavara, Mahipala of Velanadu, Virendra Varma of Suryagarh, Somakeshi of Ananthapura, and Pratapaditya of Nandivana agreed that the practitioners should not remain within any single kingdom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they stayed under one ruler’s protection, it could create suspicion among the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, they chose a vast forest region that connected all five kingdoms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The forest stretched for hundreds of miles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ancient trees towered over the landscape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thick fog often covered the ground during dawn and dusk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wild animals avoided certain parts of the woods for reasons even hunters could not explain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most travelers preferred longer routes rather than crossing through its deepest regions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the practitioners of forbidden arts, it was perfect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far from curious eyes. Far from royal spies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far from temples and holy sites.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A place where rituals could be performed without interruption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over the following days, workers secretly transported supplies into the forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tents were erected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wooden structures were built.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Storage pits were dug beneath the earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strange symbols began appearing on trees near the encampment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The five kings ensured the area remained guarded by trusted soldiers who knew only that important guests were residing there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None were told the truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, the practitioners had already begun preparations for the comingAmavasya1, the night of the new moon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to their calculations, the moonless night would provide the strongest conditions for the ritual they intended to perform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the kings received the list of required offerings, even some of their ministers felt disturbed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thirty buffaloes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twenty pregnant cows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twenty pregnant goats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demand was unusual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And excessive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet none of the five kings hesitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their desire for revenge had already consumed whatever doubts remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The animals would be delivered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No questions asked. No objections tolerated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deep within the forest, the twenty practitioners slowly settled into their new home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though they worked together toward a common goal, they did not belong to a single order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They came from five different clans, each possessing its own traditions, rituals, and forbidden knowledge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first was the Kaalashikha Clan,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Known for curses, hexes, and rituals that targeted the fortunes and destinies of entire bloodlines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second was the Vetalakula Clan,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Practitioners who specialized in spirits, restless souls, and dealings with entities that wandered between life and death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The third was the Raktayana Clan,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whose rituals often revolved around blood sacrifices and life-force manipulation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fourth was the Nishachara Clan,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Masters of shadow magic, illusions, nightmares, and methods of spreading fear among entire populations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fifth and oldest among them was the Krityagarha Clan,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A feared lineage known for creating destructive ritual constructs and invoking dangerous supernatural forces through ancient ceremonies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite belonging to different clans, all twenty had united for one reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The challenge intrigued them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Destroying an ordinary king was easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Destroying a kingdom was difficult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But attempting to bring down a ruler who was whispered about by sages, priests, and wandering ascetics alike?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was something else entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One evening, as the practitioners finished drawing ritual circles across a clearing hidden within the forest, an elderly member of the Krityagarha Clan paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze drifted toward the distant north where Trivenivrata lay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man’s eyes narrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Something about this feels wrong.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several nearby practitioners looked toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elder slowly rubbed his beard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Have any of you noticed?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others exchanged glances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One woman from the Kaalashikha Clan nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The omens have been strange.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another practitioner added,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Twice this week my divination flames turned blue.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A third spoke quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And the spirits refuse to answer questions regarding Devara.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clearing fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such things were not normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet after several moments, the leader of the Vetalakula Clan waved away the concerns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Perhaps his blessings interfere with our readings.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Once the ritual begins, we shall know the truth.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others reluctantly agreed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As darkness settled over the forest, several practitioners found themselves glancing toward the distant direction of Trivenivrata.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time since accepting the king’s offer, a faint unease had begun creeping into their hearts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An unease none of them could yet explain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amavasya1Night...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The night ofAmavasya1had finally arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A night without a moon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A night many across Bharatvarsha considered sacred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And a night others considered dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deep within the ancient forest that connected the kingdoms of Kalingavara, Velanadu, Suryagarh, Ananthapura, and Nandivana, an unnatural silence had settled over the land.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The forest felt wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No birds sang from the branches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No insects chirped from the undergrowth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the usual sounds of wild animals had disappeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if every living creature had sensed something terrible was about to happen and had fled from that part of the forest days ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thick fog blanketed the woods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It drifted lazily between the trees, curling around roots and rocks like pale ghostly hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ancient trees stood like silent sentinels watching over a secret they wished no one would uncover.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the center of the forest, hidden from the eyes of ordinary travellers, lay a massive clearing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had taken the practitioners nearly a week to prepare it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every inch of the clearing had been transformed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground was covered with countless ritual diagrams drawn using ash, powdered bones, vermilion, and strange substances brought from distant lands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Large copper vessels surrounded the area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clay lamps burned with eerie green and blue flames.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bundles of herbs hung from wooden poles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Animal skulls and charms swayed gently in the cold night breeze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The atmosphere felt heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oppressive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a storm waiting to break.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The twenty practitioners stood within the clearing wearing dark ritual robes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They belonged to five different clans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Kaalashikha Clan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Vetalakula Clan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Raktayana Clan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Nishachara Clan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the ancient Krityagarha Clan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though their methods differed, tonight they worked as one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tonight they sought destruction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The destruction of King Devara. The destruction of Trivenivrata.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And perhaps something even greater.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the center of the clearing stood several enormous effigies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had been woven from thick forest grass, dried reeds, and sacred woods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was nothing sacred about their appearance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each one resembled a terrifyingpishacha1.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long limbs. Twisted claws.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Distorted faces which might make someone who looks at it with uncomfortable feeling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And bad energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wide mouths filled with carved wooden fangs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The figures looked less like statues and more like monsters waiting to wake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over the past several days, the practitioners had repeatedly drenched the effigies with blood until the grass itself had become stained a dark crimson color.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the flickering torchlight, the statues almost appeared alive already.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chanting began shortly after midnight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One practitioner started.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then another joined. Then another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon twenty voices merged together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chants echoed through the forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ancient mantras.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forbidden invocations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Words that ordinary people were never meant to hear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sounds seemed to travel through the trees themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fog thickened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind grew colder each second passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After an Hour...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the hours passed, different rituals were performed one after another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some practitioners sat around ritual fires.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others poured oils into copper bowls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some drew additional symbols onto the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others continuously recited mantras without stopping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fires behaved strangely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One moment they burned bright yellow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next they turned deep blue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At one point the flames became completely black, swallowing light instead of creating it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even among the practitioners, several exchanged uneasy glances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This ritual was responding far more strongly than expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, nobody stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The five kings had promised them everything they required.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And their own pride would not allow them to abandon the work midway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hours later, the ritual approached its final stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The atmosphere had become suffocating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Breathing itself felt difficult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fog had grown so dense that trees standing only a few steps away looked like distant shadows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The practitioners gathered around the largest ritual circle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before them stood the pishacha effigies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Motionless. Silent. Watching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or at least it felt as though they were watching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The final offerings were brought forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The last mantras were spoken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every practitioner focused completely on the ritual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Failure at this stage could bring disaster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the final act began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One by one, the life sacrifices prepared for the ceremony were offered as the practitioners completed the concluding rites.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chanting reached its peak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voices rose louder and louder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The very forest seemed to vibrate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then suddenly—Everything stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chanting ceased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flames went out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every single flame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Darkness swallowed the clearing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a single sound remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For several moments nobody moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nobody spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The practitioners looked around nervously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was not supposed to happen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the leader of the Krityagarha Clan felt unease crawling up his spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then it happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A powerful gust of wind exploded through the forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-WHOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fog erupted outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Branches snapped. Leaves scattered into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several ritual lamps overturned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The practitioners staggered backward trying to keep their footing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The torches reignited by themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Green flames burst to life around the clearing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And what they revealed made every practitioner freeze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pishacha effigies were no longer lying where they had been placed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first one of the practitioners thought his eyes were playing tricks on him by one of the sprits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he saw it. The statues before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One finger moved. A slow twitch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A head shifted slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shoulder jerked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of creaking grass echoed through the clearing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like old bones awakening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nobody spoke. Nobody dared to make any noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the younger practitioners from the Nishachara Clan felt his mouth go dry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The largest effigy slowly bent its arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then its neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then its entire body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The grass figure sat upright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A second followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then a third. Then all of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One after another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pishacha effigies rose from the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woven grass bodies creaked and twisted unnaturally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blood-soaked forms stood upon their feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not as statues. Not as effigies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as something else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something that should not have been moving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several practitioners instinctively stepped backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One dropped the ritual bowl he had been carrying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The metallic clang echoed loudly through the clearing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the figures paid him no attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The largest among them slowly turned its head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its movement was unnatural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jerky. Wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As though an invisible force was learning how to use a body for the first time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then everyone saw it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments earlier they had been hollow empty sockets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now faint crimson lights burned within them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not fire. Not reflections.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something else. Something alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The glowing eyes swept across the gathered practitioners.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clearing fell completely silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the most experienced among them suddenly felt small.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because at that moment a terrifying thought entered their minds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ritual had worked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something had answered their call.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as those crimson eyes stared back at them from the blood-soaked effigies...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None of them were entirely certain that whatever had answered was actually under their control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*******************************\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(Author note:)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I hope you guys give me your opinion and idea’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-->\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’t forget to review guys...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guys I have a new fic which named: Karuppan: King of Openings.\u003C\u002Fp>",1935,"2026-06-10T05:05:13.714Z",1,"novelbin.me","8e3928fa5ea759cd34c0e8e61c496cbd9be2b0b9b55156bdf7ff3f1b4c46f9e5","mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-133","mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-131",149,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-cover.jpg"]