Novel & Cerita Bastet Myths

“The bears pray to the gods of the north, recognizing many gods. The wolves pray to the moon goddess and worship her gifts. Humans pray to their maker – Zeus. And us, we pray to Bastet – The first of the Lyoki and Queen of all were-cats. Who do you think Kolby prays to?” I’m stumped, wouldn’t he pray to Bastet, the same? “I, I assumed…” “He doesn’t even know what he is. You assumed wrong, princess. What god would deny a child a spirit animal? Whether he is a hybrid or not, not knowing who you are can be a huge burden. I have kept Kolby’s secret all these years, both your grandfather and I have made sure no one ever found out he was not a were-cat, or this kingdom would reject him in a heartb

We do not want to raise any suspicion. "We will be careful!" Bastet announced. "Good, because I don’t want that bitch anywhere near my daughter!" The Moon Goddess said this as she narrowed her eyes. She would protect her daughter, no matter what!

“The original four that gave a drop of blood to forge the stones were gods and goddesses. So far we have deduced it was most likely Bastet, the goddess of werecats. Morrigan herself, the witch and goddess of the forest. The great grandfather of the sky and…” “And?” Finn asked, closing in on his sister, trying to bully the answer from her. Of course, Hunji steps in front of her protectively and stares down Finn until he relaxes and takes a step back.

"Tell me." Mitsi glanced at the door again and leaned closer. "The Goddess of my people isn't a wolf obviously, its' the Goddess Basetta and she's had fights with your goddess for centuries. They were as close as sisters at the start. But whenever Basetta created something, your Goddess Sabbi would always have to create something bigger and better. One day Basetta created the first cat shifters and set them to multiply throughout the world." I had a feeling I really wasn't going to like more of this. "Then what happened?"

I snapped just as the Luna Queen, followed by her entourage, appeared. The myth of the bastards has been long gone from the texts of history. It has been said that this treachery of dragging bastards back hasn't occurred in the last hundred years as it became frowned upon. The Moon Goddess did not give us the gift of hurting our mates if they laid with another but the ability to detect another's scent on them almost right away. Why can't life be simple?

She snarled. “I’m bored. So either say what you came to say, or I show you and your merry band of scumbags what that murderous hunter taught me.” Bastet threatened, or rather promised. Bastet and Isis are two sides of a coin. While Bastet is the bold, foul-mouthed, bitch who would cut your throat with a smile. Isis is the sweet, warm, and loving girl who would prefer not to get into a fight. It makes for a fascinating combination.

"Oh! The snatchers." I had seen their paintings before at the fortress. Selma had told me that they were cruel and violent mythological creatures that were sent by Zeus to punish humans. The birdwomen in those pictures looked ugly. Why does Laelia have to look pretty even as a beast? Her wings were so majestic and her hair was gorgeous.