SÀNGÓ: The Thunder-King Chronicles

They say the gods never truly die. They vanish into dust, into memory, into stories whispered at night. But sometimes—when the drums call loud enough and the wind stirs just right—they return.

When the skies above Ọ̀yọ́ split with fire, a boy was born whose cry shook the earth like thunder. He was no ordinary child. He was prophecy.

Sàngó.
The Fire Unborn. The Birth of Thunder. The prince whose bloodline carried storms in its veins.

From the first moment, priests and warriors alike feared him and worshiped him in the same breath. He could tame a leopard with a whisper. He could walk through fire untouched. He could summon winds that bent trees to their knees. His people knelt before him, chanting “Kabiyesi! Ọmọ orisha!”—king-child, born of the gods.

Yet every gift carried its shadow. For every prophecy that promised him glory, another warned of ruin. His pride would be his crown. His fury, his undoing. And beside him stood Ajaka, his elder brother—quiet, watchful, a prince of earth rather than flame. Together they were one blood, two storms. And the throne of Ọ̀yọ́ holds only one seat.

As Sàngó rises, the land trembles. Wars ignite. Wives clash in jealous fury. Kingdoms bow, break, or burn beneath his hand. He learns that power is never given without cost—and that the fire that warms a nation can also consume it whole.

This is not just the story of a king.
It is the saga of a god in the making.
It is the cry of thunder across generations.
It is The Thunder-King Chronicles.

Enter a world where myth breathes, where Yoruba gods walk beside mortals, and where destiny is forged in storms. Through battlefields drenched in blood, sacred groves heavy with secrets, and courts haunted by betrayal, follow the rise of Sàngó—warrior, lover, ruler, orisha.

Will he master the fire that burns within him—or will it master him?

For readers who hunger for sweeping epics, fierce queens, impossible prophecies, and the timeless struggle between pride and fate, this book is more than a story. It is an initiation.

Listen. The sky is already rumbling.
The storm has not returned.
It never left.

Step into the storm. The gods are watching.