Aker Mythology Novels & Stories

She blurts while scrolling through a web page nonchalantly but my eyes catch something and I gush with speed, “Wait! There’s something!” Snatching the phone from Kylie, I begin to read the content. It says werewolves are mythical creatures that succeed the lycans. Lycans are infinitely stronger than werewolves as the first creature of the moon goddess. However, the reward they got from the moon goddess for being loyal was eternal life. “My goodness…” I rattle out. “What’s wrong?” Kylie asks but snatches the phone from me when I don’t speak up. If Marcel is right about the slayers then something must have been the cause of their agelessness.

If only they knew her late parents weren't the evil villains they were portrayed to be. Damian's eyes squinted in speculation, "What exactly do you mean?" Elder Marcus explained, "Her father, Akira the great, was a wizard of the order of the sun. And we know theirs have been most interested in conquering our pack and our kind for exploitation. Athena, her mother, was the daughter of our esteemed alpha, alpha Cedric Scotler, who we lost to death at the time.

she tells me trying to find her own words and tangling in her obvious Greek accent. "I do not understand.." "Zeus killed his descendants but let Nyctimus be reborn. He chose to let him live again. Arcadian wolves are not werewolves that end up in this state because they have been bitten and transformed or because some other fortuitous situation has arisen. No, luna, Arcadian wolves are chosen by the gods. Nothing has anything to do with Lycaon, even if the story suggests so. You're gifted, luna. Don't let anyone steal your joy from being spectacular! You will probably remain in history by your actions when the time comes, but I don't want you to remember that evil is a choice for you because

Samantha chuckled. "Seriously ?" I pouted. "Just kidding," Samantha laughed. "We have a legend of our creation. Our kind was cursed by Zeus. He cursed king Lycaon and his sons to turn into the first werewolves. Goddess Luna pitied us, she blessed us to become a perfect blending of animal and human, having dual character but existing in harmony in one body and a single soul. Each pack was given an Alpha who would lead on behalf of Luna. Believing that we would be able to exist in peace together, she left the Alphas to rule as they saw fit. Soon enough, petty jealousy and power struggles ensued. Peace was finally shattered when we allowed our animal sides to take charge and began raiding, pill

All supernatural creatures should be found and gotten rid of. I read everything I can find and reach out to all my contacts, and I find out everything I can about this legend. Their names are Ravana Nyx,Aamon Nyx, Abaddon Nyx,Runihura Nyx, Samael Noctis, and Morgoth Noctis. Ravana and Runihura are the identical twin sisters. Aamon and Abaddon are the fraternal twin brothers. Then Samael and Morgoth are the unknown evil on this story the worst by far, but no details in anything I've found really. I decide this isn't getting me anywhere right now, and maybe I should head home. When my phone rings and it's the person I wanted to talk to the most about all of this .

hundred and six gods and goddesses arrived, the witch looked back at them, she left and went to face the gods. " I am Morolake the daughter from the valley of sorcerers, the only place where magics do not work, city of gods and demigods, the only land where gods had ever been defeated, I shall not fall at thy feat, no matter how vast are you in number," I " shall trample upon your grave, here am i, come and face me, and face your death," she directed a great flame of fire towards them, there was a massive shield, that appeared and made a cover for the gods, Itanforiti asked, as they were covered and the fire took over everywhere, making a great hotness, " what shall we do now?" Antinuke sai

He tells me and I nod, waiting for him to continue. “There is a story, passed down through the generations of witches, about the first witch, Aadhya. She was the most powerful being in creation and is said to be the mother of all beings. It his her ancient magic that led to the evolution of dragons, and her heartbreak that created werewolves. The story says that the Blessed Mother and the Moon Goddess are sister deities, they worked together to breathe life into Aadhya and gave her magic so she could protect the earth and those who would in habit it.” He stops to draw a deep breath and feels for something in his pocket. He doesn’t remove the object, only reassures himself that it is still th

Rhysher thinks. Okay... now, two of them are to look for, then I can check who among them was the rebirth of Cybele. Rhysher thought to himself. He couldn't help but recall that one ancient prophesy uttered before he was cast out from Valhalla. " The elements are said to have created creatures. Rare and enigmatic creatures with strength and powers beyond the Supreme Wolf. A power near to that of the deities. Each had its own set of abilities in terms of the element they were responsible for. And among them will be reborn a goddess herself, deprived of justice and love, a bride of the Lycan god,"

Arya POV Waiting for him to speak was like torture. He was silent for what felt like an eternity. She was becoming impatient with her father. “Well? what is it?” The king let out a long sigh and ran his hand down his face. “Your mother wasn’t just a normal hybrid, Arya.” He notices her confused expression and finishes explaining. “Being part Lycan and part witch the Lycan side enhances the witch’s magic. Making it more potent. Ive been telling you that all your life. What I haven’t told you is that your mother was a High Priestess and a Queen blessed by the Moon Goddess. The coven she was born into cast her and her mother out when they found out she was a hybrid. Her father was one of the or

And at the center of that newborn uncertainty, a voice stirred—familiar, fierce, and alive. --- The Birth of a Myth In a realm made of fractured starlight, the people of Kareth whispered tales of a god who had fallen for their freedom. They called him Sareth the Unbound. His image was carved into the spires of their cities—half of light, half of shadow. His eyes were said to hold both creation and destruction within them, his voice the echo that could birth suns or end them. The Karethians did not worship him out of fear. They thanked him.