Aethon Myth Novels & Stories

Legend has it that Athena emerged from Lake Gayank—born of its mystical waters—and even as a child, her power was unmatched. Her story intertwined with that of Prince Lucius, a banished royal from Decresh. King Baeon had deemed him weak and unworthy, unable to generate energy like the other royals. Cast out and disgraced, Lucius wandered until he met Athena. She took him under her wing, becoming both his master and his source of power. Athena allowed him to draw energy directly from her, which ultimately linked him to the lake itself. This bond transformed him into a force no one could stand against.

The air was thick with anticipation, as they waited for him to continue, to reveal more about this ancient and mystical race. Just then, Niklaus's attention was drawn to a sudden flash of movement in my room. Aethon had appeared, his presence commanding attention. Niklaus's eyes narrowed, watching warily as Aethon approached me and my babies. With a swift gesture, Aethon waved his hand, and the room fell still. Everyone froze, suspended in time. Aethon worked his magic, extracting the anesthesia from my body. The dark green cloud that emerged seemed to writhe and twist before Aethon banished it with a swift motion of his hand.

Galindra capped her pale silver hair with the hood of her cloak and left the palace of Myrees. The sorcerer rides next, to the east, to the Kingdom of Athrandur. Anthrandez, its capital city stands at the bank of the Athrandyr River. King Alward rubs his beardless chin while staring at the carpeted floor of the great hall. This one is different, calm, and calculative but still a lion, like the sigil of his clan. Yet, this sort of decision shouldn't be taking this long to make. 'Forgive me, your grace. If I may interrupt your contemplation but we don't have the whole night to think about the welfare of this child. Your decision must favor him. He is your nephew, the son of your late brother,

"Gouria is a cousin to Lord Athesmos." "Athesmos!" Xrysos growled and smashed his glass into a table. "That can't be. How did Anderios get caught in this?" "Patients my Lord." "Pardon my temper Dylan, you know my hatred for that man knew no bond." Xrysos took his seat. "Go on." "It happens that Athesmos destroyed Andreios's village and killed his entire family. That has marked the man endlessly and he has sworn an oath to revenge their death."

by Ethan Choi His name is Thorran Savage although he preferred to be called by one syllable nickname “Thor”. Yes, just like the God of Thunder, he’s our god. We call him our god because we had no other choice. Thor is the strongest of the strongest hence there is no comparable word other than god.

He turned toward the sound, teeth bared—not in fear, but readiness. “Let them come,” he growled, voice layered—man and wolf, fire and moon. “I’m done hiding.” The moon burned brighter. And the world remembered his name. Aethon. The first voice he heard after the shift was Casius. “Easy, boy,” his mentor said firmly, hands steady as he helped ground him. “You did it. Breathe.” Then others—spectators drawn by power, called to witness not a birth, but a return.

he recited what sounded like a prophecy. “What? Sixteen maidens? Sixteen mothers? I’m not sure you have your math correct. I have fourteen children.” I shook my head. He just stared at me with a blank expression. “Eunice and Anthylla… are you saying….” I ran my hand over my muzzle. “Minos will return them to Athens. To their families. Eunice will be forced to marry some old man her father had selected. And Anthylla was supposed to become a priestess of Athena.” I frowned.

Some of the family's business associates also came to pay their respects. Athena's father was the founder of a renowned gallery in the country, the Picture Perfect Gallery, established for them by her late mother. Her mother, a well-known painter, passed on to Athena the passion and skill for painting. However, when her stepmother and her child entered their lives, Athena no longer focused on her artistic pursuits. This was because her stepmother took over the management of the gallery, while Athena busied herself with other matters and tried working elsewhere. Eventually, she met Egon, the first man she loved and trusted, who ultimately betrayed and deceived her.

Pheonix suggested and everyone turned to look at him. “Who is the Lord of the revival” Valerie asked quite confused by the name. “Well then, why don’t you all settle down and listen to this ancient tale of the lord of the revival’s adventure” Pheonix announced. “Theseus, great hero of Attic legend, son of Aegeus, king of Athens, and Aethra, daughter of Pittheus, king of Troezen in Argolis, or of the sea god, Poseidon, and Aethra. Legend relates that Aegeus, being childless, was allowed by Pittheus to have a child Theseus by Aethra. When Theseus reached manhood, Aethra sent him to Athens. On the journey he encountered many adventures. At the Isthmus of Corinth he killed Sinis, called the Pine

“Please, we have nowhere to go.” “I don't care!” Aethon roared as his eyes swiftly turned red for a brief second. Hilda stepped back. “I know who you are.” Shock settled in her eyes but it was quickly washed away with proud excitement. “You're the Primal twins.” “Who are the Primal twins?” Keondra stepped out of the cottage with her swords in both hands. “C'mon Aethon, let's help them.” Petra pleaded. “No, get in.” He entered the truck and drove away at a high speed.