Ananke Mythology Novels & Stories

“Xander also thinks it’s why his mark hasn’t affected you. He thinks the Moon Goddess screwed up because the triplets were alive at the same time as us. That it shouldn't be possible that we are both mated to you. The fucking Moon Goddess again! ‘What is it with you and the Moon Goddess?’ I ask her as I pretend to look through the box She is overrated! ‘That isn’t giving me any information.’ Anika sighs at me. The Moon Goddess isn’t responsible for me. I come from another Goddess called Medeina. I’m a huntress. A protector of the forests. Alpha Cyrus knew nothing when he said the Moon Goddess creates me to keep things in order. ‘Medeina?’

Drake says. “Does it say how you will change the world, bringing the broken factions together?” I ask. He frowns at me. “Did you read it?” “No, I didn’t have to. It’s what you’re doing.” After the first night, the tension goes away and over the next week, we meet GoldMoon, the Ceryneian Hind from Greek mythology, the techrechauns, the trolls, and finally, we got to meet Lucero, the unicorn.

Malzareth's expression remained perfectly calm, but internally, his thoughts sharpened. ​The Abyss had existed long before his temple, before the surrounding kingdoms, and before many of the gods themselves had even been formed. The oldest records mentioning its depths were older than written history, and no one knew its true origin or what lived at the bottom. They only knew one unbreakable rule: those who entered its dark waters never returned. Long ago, powerful High Gods, adventurers, and explorers had foolishly ventured down into the dark, and within weeks, their names vanished from the sacred Record of Life. Their histories were not merely marked dead; they were completely erased from

He later realized that the stories were probably just myths like the many other stories he was told when he was young. “You really believe in Serimang, Lankko?” Enzir scoffed. “Yes, Jad Enzir,” replied Lankko. “The creature’s a myth, Lankko. Didn’t anyone tell you that?” Enzir gave a short laugh. “No, Jad Enzir. She’s real. I’ve seen her with my own two eyes!” replied Lankko.

Now, they guided stars across the sky under sweet lipped, black haired Mani's gentle dozey watch, spilling sweet magick milk to feed cats of ink, whose paws and sweet tongues lapped the milky starlight up, causing darkness to ink out the ancestors. Without the cats of Nott, the night goddess, and the sun queen Sunna and night king Mani's esteemed mother, who she gave to Mani when he turned thirteen, the whole sky would be the milk of Audhumla, our sacred auroch who nursed forefather Ymir, whom Wotan, Loki, and Mymyr had slain to make all the Nine Worlds.

I playfully tapped on his nose as my body twisted under his hold. For all of the times I have wished for my body to go out of power because of how hard it was to control the Inyoka spirit in me, this was not the right time. My body was out of control as I watched them, begging her to stop. “There is no denying that fact,” Zachariah admitted. “I like my women feisty, I guess.” Let me out! Let me out! Don’t give in; Acantha didn’t, Elizabeth didn’t, all of my other alumni didn't, and Eve, you shall not! You are a goddess; don’t heed a man much lesser than you.

Mathias says that one word, but it resonates deeply creating an awareness that we are unable to comprehend. “Do you remember the story of Inanna, the one we were told about Inanna being promised to another before she met Conri?” Kellen’s voice is low, somber. “Anu had promised his daughter to Aodh the god of the underworld, The reason the wars were started between the gods in the first place.” Mike, myself, and King stare at Kellen. I remember the story all too well. ***** TRAVIS

"With the goddess being forced to destroy her brother to protect the world from endless night." A chill ran through me at his words. "That's what she meant by 'the unthinkable.' She...I might have to destroy my own brother." "No," Kane said firmly, his hand tightening on my shoulder. "Those are just stories, myths created to explain natural phenomena. You and your brother are flesh and blood, not cosmic forces."

Another of the elder witche-- who held a staff which looked like the figure of a grown up man reduced to the size of a walking stick and decorated with red and black feather-- replied her in an even raspier voice, “You have spoken the truth, you have been shown the secret ways of the cosmic elders therefore you are no longer a mere mortal. Truly, you have been a good child; you have initiated more people into this coven with your ‘gifts of mercy’ than anybody else has ever done, we now hold sway over the length and breadth of the kingdom, spreading diseases wherever we dim fit and we feast on souls as much as we want. We know what you are worried about and we have made adequate preparations

My bewilderment deepened, rendering me utterly perplexed. "Yes, a helping hand. Have you ever heard of the 'Teardrop of Goddess Natalí'?" she inquired. I shook my head, admitting my ignorance. My knowledge of Goddess Natalí was limited to her being the deity of life and fertility, worshipped by the people of Nayak alongside her consort, Nati, the God of war and death. Beyond that, my understanding was lacking, as we were not particularly religious in Ruqgu.