Celtic Mythology 소설 & 이야기

“But first, who are you?” “Don. Oh, maybe you know her as the goddess Dana, one of the Celtic gods you’ve always thought of as a god who planted a death spell.” Seeing the look of confusion still evident on everyone’s faces, especially Ursula and Beatrice, who finally joined him, they resumed their words.

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).

"No. You know I was bounced in and around the foster system for as long as I can remember. I didn't even know I was a witch until I met you." She smiled. "Right. Liam said something about your name at the club that got my gears turning. I couldn't find an explanation anywhere for you suddenly becoming a vampire. Liam said your name is popular in Ireland, so I started there. There is a coven of witches there called the Celtic Coven. Every year a member of noble blood would birth a child with the ability to siphon magic. These siphons were the strongest of the coven and were born to rule it. The one who birthed the eldest siphon ruled over the coven until the eldest siphon came of age and from

They named her Fianna after a group of ancient Celtic female warriors, because they knew she would grow up to be a strong, fierce, and independent she-wolf one day. The ancient Celtic clan superiors, the Lycans, had visited last week to congratulate the pack on their new addition, and we tonight we rejoice, for with their visit, it seemed that fate has promised Fianna McGowen a truly bright future ahead of her. Music filled the air and people sang along and danced merrily with their loved ones. Fireflies drifted over the lake, their reflections on its mirrored surface seemingly doubling their number. Drinks were flowing late into the night; the werewolves of Redwood Valley pack spent the eve

And somehow terrified her anyway. Freya stepped slowly down from the training platform toward the courtyard below. “Selene.” The moon goddess looked heartbroken. God. That terrified her more than anything else. “What aren’t you telling me?” Selene hesitated. Then finally whispered the truth. “Lealla was never meant to be reborn completely mortal.” Silence swallowed the fortress whole. Freya’s pulse thundered loudly inside her ears. Eros moved immediately beside her. “Explain.” Selene looked at Freya carefully. “When you died centuries ago, your soul should have returned entirely to the celestial realm.” Her voice trembled slightly now. “But your love for Eros anchored part of your divinity t

Might as well rip the band-aid off now. “How much of Greek mythology, is actual mythology?” I asked. “Most of everything in Greek mythology is real. The only two creatures that no longer exist are dragons and unicorns. Everything else is real.” Chris answered. The look that Kaelayni and Mykynzye shared did not escape me. I have a feeling that maybe what Chris just told us might not be as true as he thinks. Although that also makes me wonder why they would hide something from him. That is a discussion for another day. Rafail had talked with his cousin. Novi was on his way here. He did tell Rafail that he had someone that he needed to stop by and check on. Rafail had told him not to rush. Dont

My feet inched forward and my fingers trembled as I pushed the papers to the side, revealing the Wiccan medallion, identical to the drawing in the book Trav borrowed from the underground library at the beach house yesterday. The Wiccan medallion is believed to be a gift by the Celtic Goddess of the moon and stars Arianrhod, the goddess for fertility, rebirth, and the weaving of cosmic time and fate. The medallion has both the Celtic crescent moon to represent the protection granted by the Goddess Arianrhod to the Wiccan Kingdom and the triquetra representing unity, protection, and everlasting life. If I wasn't in some creepy wizard's chamber and nursing a massive headache, I would have jumpe

VALKYRIE Some ancient tribes believed that once the moon turned into a shade of blood, it's deeply wounded or terribly ill. And during the eclipse, their people would chant prayers and offer dance to provide healing to this celestial magnificence in the dark sky. For our people, it was the very symbol of our curse and our birth— the image of our Goddess. It gave monstrous power to our ancestor who sought revenge for the death of her tribe. The one who had founded the Phantom and live within her children in blood which continuously led our kind to supremacy. Until she got broken, betrayed by her own kin. Her spirit shattered into three inheritors and then, she disappeared from our consciousne

"The brother in blood has brought more than just corporate proxies to our borders, Lucian. He has digging crews, and he is hunting for the thresholds. The Tuatha Dé Danann are stirring beneath the mounds." Rebecca’s breath caught in her throat. Her research in the archives had hinted at the deeper mythology of the glen, but hearing it confirmed out loud sent a shiver down her spine. The Tuatha Dé Danann—the ancient, powerful fairy race of old—still resided on this very land.

“I figured you’d be informed about the process, what with you being a political science major and all.” “I’m not worried,” he scoffed. “They won’t find anything that will stick.” Again, I rolled my eyes. “You are seriously one self entitled moron.” “Whatever,” he said. Our professor started class, and we’d moved on from Nordic wolves to Celtic wolves. “The wolves of Ireland and Scotland were also associated with power, much like the Nordic wolves. The Celtic gods, Morrighan and Cailleach, were said to have wolves travel with them.