Atalanta Mythology Novels & Stories

I ask incredulously. “Enyo? That’s your wolf’s name?” She asks, and I respond with a nod. “The waster of cities… Interesting…” Luna Rachel trails off, a faraway look coming across her face. She then stands abruptly and heads over to the bookshelf in the office. “You know, in Greek mythology, Athena and Enyo were both daughters of Zeus. However, Enyo was a goddess of war and destruction, bringing fear to anyone against her on the battlefield. While Athena was a goddess of both wisdom and war, among other things. Almost like the opposite of what Enyo represented, and she was even feared by Enyo’s lover, Ares…” Luna Rachel trails off again as she flips through a book, looking for something.

“As I said before, I am not here because of you. Get lost, pup!” Atalante let out another order and Marcus had no other choice but to follow. He hated to be overpowered this way. Atalante could order him around and he didn’t understand why or how. It made no sense. He was a Lycan and not just an ordinary one. A royal bloodline from Allus Sierra. How is it that a woman can order him around? Atalante turned back to Daniel, a broad smile on her lips while she watched the girl firmly standing in the room’s corner.

Kas reaches out and takes her hand. “Mon ami, one day, people may think your story is a myth, but they will never hear of it if someone doesn’t tell it for the first time.” Delilah raises her hands high in the air and lets her voice ring words I don’t understand. “Me tin evlogía tis Mitéras mas, Ekátis, pros timín tis evgenoús Theás tis Selínis, Selínis. Parakaló akoúste ta lógia mou kai pléxte ta sta astéria. As zísei gia pánta o thrýlos tou Iokásti Látmou. [With the blessing of Our Mother, Hecate, in honor of the noble Moon Goddess, Selene. Please hear my words and weave them into the stars. Let the legend of Iokaste Latmus live forever.]”

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

I could only pray to the moon goddess to divert the attention of the intruder. My wolf was jumping happily inside me, trying to tell me something but I couldn't make out a single word of what she was trying to say. I was too tired to do so. I shut her out of my mind. I felt a majestic aura around me. At once, I knew that the intruder was an Alpha, a powerful and dominant Alpha. My breath hitched when he stepped in front of me. His eyes were filled with lust. Oh no! He stepped closer to me and inhaled deeply. Seeing the change of emotions in his eyes, I knew that he smelt it, the bloody scent. He turned away and I knew that this was my last chance and I wasn't going to blow it.

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v

Each telling of the tale varies, but the central theme is always that of a sea witch or sorceress who finds or kidnaps a beautiful girl, and raises her until fate intervenes in the form of a young man. Of particular interest to students of Celtic mythology is the male character, a romantic yet disruptive force. He is always depicted as either a seductive demon in the form of a beautiful young man, or a celestial angel, a pirate, a faery prince or a chivalrous knight. In light of this, the myth is notable for its connection to the band of heroes known by several names (most commonly the Fiacha Rudraigh or the Fianna) – a group of five warrior princes who appear in the Mythological, Ulster and

"What did they take?" "The Eye of Malakor," he muttered against her neck, his lips brushing the sensitive skin right behind her ear. He buried his face in her dark hair, breathing in her scent of crushed pine and rain to settle his roaring wolf. "A dark relic. Lucien is inside the city, Aria. He has allies on my Council, and he knows what you are." Aria turned in his arms, her heart spiking with sudden adrenaline. "Then stop hiding me in this tower."

My kind was created solely for battle, not compassion, not empathy, and definitely not love. Offsprings of Gala call us Lycans, a half-human half-beast. Some believe we were the first generation of Werewolves cursed by Zeus for trying to trick him into turning into a cannibal. Others believe that we were direct descendants of Selene, the goddess of the moon, the granddaughter of the primordial parents, Gala (mother earth) and Uranus (father sky).

I look back down as I lick my teeth with another growl as I get off the bitch and point at her. “You’re dead.” I snarl at her. “Nina, what did you do?” Asteria still has hold of me as she turns to face the siren. “Nothing, she attacked me.” she whimpers and I laugh and so does my dad. “Do you have any idea who she or he is?” Asteria points to me and my dad and the siren shakes her head. “She is Gaia, the Goddess of Hell and Harbinger of Death. He is Fenrir, her father. So I will ask you again. What. Did. You. Do?”