Atalanta Mythology Novels & Stories

“If she’s protecting Nico, that means I can’t have the Lycan king’s throne and it’s the same person that should be worshiped? Why? We can always find a way to kill her, I don’t care what she is.” “She’s a sacred hybrid, Marcus, she’s a god. Her type is called Mansutra, she has the power to bring all creatures under her control. She’s way more important than to be killed. She can only be killed by her lover or her parents or when she dies a natural death. Like I said, her kind comes only once in a century.” Alaina smiled as she conveyed her research to Marcus, she seemed to be happy. “So are you saying that we can use her to our advantage?” Marcus asked and Alaina nodded.

its mouth spouts lava and smoldering rocks. While lifting Mount Aetna in the war against the gods of Olympus, Zeus struck it with hundreds of thunderbolts, so that he was defeated and crushed by the mountain. See you 👋 LOVE ALL ❤️

"They now belong to you too, my love" Layla smiled sweetly at him and burrowed under the blanket that covered her entire body. "Will you tell me about the place we're headed now?",she asked again. "Zeta Ōkami is an ancient language that means King of Wolves", Riven began. "This sacred place is named after the first lycan ever, Lycaon" "The very first lycan?",Layla asked in awe. "Yes. He was the very first creature the moon goddess created",Riven continued. "He wasn't an Alpha. He was a Zeta"

When he was ten and he was so sure that I was his Luna because he had been dreaming about me, he kissed me on my forehead and promised again, "I'm an alpha, and you're my Luna, forever." If I was trapped forever in this huge bedroom, I had all my life to re-live Antara's memory that I had so much. My happy thoughts, my alpha, my everything. The only male wolf I wanted to mate with. I reminisced the days I had when Antara was always there as I didn’t know if I could call him a best friend or not. I was so afraid to think that way because he came from the richest clan in Liberty City.

She was starting to crave him even if she was trying g to deny it. Kastrath smiled and watched as she gave birth to her triplets and then faced her King. Kastrath knew he shouldn't have interfered, but even as she received energy from the loved ones around her, he touched the sphere he was watching her on and sent her some of his own, allowing her panther and Lycan to heal her almost completely. He then watched as her mate made love to her throughout the night and then his Lycan make love to her Lycan then next morning, he felt the moment he had his opening, the moment her panther finally felt unwanted and unloved.

He twisted it open and we all gasped. It was sort of like the tooth of an animal a really huge one. "What the hell is that" Mom whispered. "Believe it or not guys this is just like those paranormal movies , it's a werewolf fang!" He said and mom gasped. "Oh my God" "Athena" Dad called and I sharply looked up at him. "I think we're gonna have to revisit your hometown , Mindoro" he said and we all stared at each other , different thought going through our minds I'm sure, because me for one I have dozens of questions flowing through my head.

They had bases all over the world, even in the territory of the strongest wolf pack in the West, the Evergreen Pack. If I hadn’t acted in time, one could only imagine the damage they would’ve done. However, this was the Pacific Sea. Even a fly couldn’t slip through the Lycans scrutiny without showing proper documentation. So how? “Obviously, there’s a mole. It would explain why Selene bond our soul to their Commander.” Zaria sounded a bit despondent. “Do you think…” She began.

The cheers became a tangible force, propelling Satana forward into the ring with a sense of purpose and the knowledge that, in that moment, the entire pack stood as one, their collective voices echoing the shared belief in their Alpha. Satana's voice, dripping with menace, sliced through the air as he addressed the two young contenders. "The two little birds have finally decided to fly out their nest," he sneered, his words carrying a dark undercurrent that hinted at impending danger. The metaphorical imagery of the birds attempting flight held a weight of disdain, as if he relished the prospect of grounding them.

The heavy drapes billowed gently as if caught in an unseen breeze, while the scent of aged books and dried lavender permeated the air. As I returned my gaze to the mirror, a steely determination reflected in my eyes. The impending battle with Nabita would be waged not only with fangs and claws but with cunning and strategy. I knew the depths of her deceit and the lengths to which she would go to achieve her sinister goals. But I was ready to meet her head-on, to protect my people and claim my rightful place as the Lycan Queen.

they chuckled, their hands slapping and touching my backside. Despite my slender appearance, I possessed an attractive figure, boasting curves in all the right places. The guards grabbed the whip and began mercilessly flogging me as they forced me onward. Mocked and laughed at, I endured the lashes as they herded me towards the Slave Hunt. This place was a haven for rogue wolves destined for sale to the twin Lycan Kings. They were the wealthiest and most powerful Alphas around, true descendants of the Moon goddess. Their lycanthropy differed from others, standing taller and ten times stronger, resembling humans more closely.