Arethusa Myth Novels & Stories

Together they stood like mirrored death and life, ancient and terrifying. “We are Eirava and Zethra,” they spoke in unison, “Guardians of Blood and Bone, bound to Shadow.” A rumble of thunder followed as Athena appeared in Chelsea, her body woven from vines, stone, and crackling arcs of lightning. Her hair flowed like wild branches, eyes glowing like twin storms. “I am Athena,” she said, her voice low but commanding. “Guardian of Balance, bound to Storm and Earth.” Then came Margaret, the dragon spirit cloaked in dark scales and golden eyes, curling protectively around Tora’s flame. Her voice carried the weight of mountains and the heat of fire-forged steel.

She couldn’t help but wonder, “Are mates really that terrible?” “Yes. How do I do it?” Valeria asked Doris, her determination unwavering. “I do not know the weakness of a god, my child, but I know someone who does,” Doris replied, deep in thought. “Who is that person?” an impatient she-wolf inquired. Doris snapped her fingers repeatedly as she tried to remember something. “Aha!” she exclaimed, surprising both Azura and Valeria. “In the mountain of Mulnora, there is a woman by the name Aethra. Once you find her, ask her to tell you what his weakness is. If she asks who sent you to her, tell her I did.”

Mayari’s gaze softened. Althea looked at her and immediately felt a threat. “Who are you?” she asked coldly. “I am Mayari. Daughter of Bathala. Goddess of the night, beauty, war, and the night sky. I am an Ancient. A Primordial.” “What do you want from me?” she asked. Voice starting to shake. She knew who Mayari was. Lola Teresa had told her story to Althea and her sisters growing up. But that’s all they were. Stories.

She has a dark spirit that guides and protects her,' Seros said. Sidayo reminds Esper,' We've given you a very long time already. And that's enough. Don't forget our agreement, that you, yourself, define, the moment you broke the crystal balls to set us free. There are only a few people now believing in the anitos and umalagad. Since the time the conquerors set their foot on the west. A new age has come to bring back the domination of old faith to the western realms and to expand it further to the east, and the whole Yrthos. It is impossible to achieve without bloodshed.' Yleva continues, 'You'll do everything we say or I will throw you back to the filthy mud where you came!'

on earth? And the fear and respect you had gained from all men," that was not the first time she saw her, but she was always showing up more attractive and friendly, but today she called her Morolake, instead of her real name, Itanforiti, the only daughter of the Akeregbe the foolish kind of black land and the peace land, she had never held any weapon, or be part of any military training, one who can not even face his brother, how would she had possibly defeated kingdoms, the goddess shouted " pursue them and beat the hell fire out of them, she did not knew how, but she ran so fast and caught up with them, she attacked and beat them up, till they all ran to palace with fear, she looked up a

That was why I was stunned when I saw him staring at Grukren with a hard and unwavering gaze. “My sister is right. We are the reincarnation of the first demigod, but you don’t even treat us like one. Moreover, you treat like like porcelain dolls and keep us out of the dark. All we ever do these past few days is building up our strength physically, but what is the use of having body strength when we don’t even know anything?!” I jumped the moment Byron began raising his voice. “Have your people learned nothing?! If you all told us about the truth from the very beginning then we would have escaped Atlantis a long time ago. You should have told us everything from the start. And you!” Byron was

Her essence flowed within his blood. And just like how he would not hesitate to burn down into ashes in her love... He wouldn't hesitate to burn anyone who touches her... Leaving no blood, no bones behind... But only Ashes. Ashes to mixed with the dirt. . His fondness was different from others. His love was hidden in his chest. His thirst was drowning in his mind. His desire was leashed with his soul that all needed HIS PERSEPHONE. . He was The HADES. .

He was supposed to be mateless, to live a life without his other half, without his soulmate. Her eyes widen in realisation. Their King has found his mate, the supernatural will have a Queen, their mother ruler. "You got it right, Natasha." Ares spoke, his voice powerful enough to make anyone tremble on their spot. "I have got a mate, the one who broke my cruse." He said, his eyes which were cold and dead became alive when he spoke about his mate, about his Thea. Just the mention of her was enough for his dead heart to beat.

An ancient past had been narrating through a strange, vivid dream. “Quick! Let’s put some robes on Ditiori!” shouted the enchanter, Maga. Her people ran to get clean clothes and put them on the embodying spirit. Maga had proved the power from all her ancestors. She had summoned a harvest spirit who is on oath by the Divine One to help them! “It is the words of the sealed arcane scrolls, Arcana!” “We have waited for him to save us!” cried the people of the broad plains and rolling hills.

He was freaked out, at that moment, he was feeling like a some jerk, who is given a chance to see the great two, rumored Goddess and God, 'Theia, the Goddess of the light of the blue sky and Erebus, primordial God of darkness and the consort of Night' and pondered, "Why are they here, are they going to take me to heaven or hell? Which one will it be? " John's heartbeat was constantly increasing at an incredible speed, he was getting cold shudders, his face was becoming cadaverous, his mind couldn't stop thinking; he was sweating; it was perhaps obvious that he was pusillanimous or who wouldn't be? This was indeed the most quotidian reaction, anyone would show, at that moment. John anticipate