Centaur Myths Novels & Stories

The branches were strong and many, with its leaves and acorns glowed white in resonance. Surrounding the tree were the mythfolks, cowering from being cornered by large scorpion - like Chimeras with a face full of grimy tentacles. The centaurs gallantly shielded the smaller mythfolks with their strong bodies. Pixies and dryads were huddled together in fear from the hovering stings and probing tentacles.

"You freed me from my chains, it is time I do the same for you. Fly high, Marius." The noble stallion may now run free, just like him who has found new joy without the shackles that bound him to Olympus. The wine god learned to grow grapevines on the ground, along with the generous rain that passes by every now and then, that is where the business rose into full bloom; from the god itself and his noble helper. Maenads, centaurs, nymphs, and seilenoi or wind spirits began to show help, hiding the god's existence as they bowed at his feet.

So what happened to them? "According to research at some point, they were hunted for, sending them into extinction." "Are you saying our ancestors are centaurs?" "Nope, they had the structure of centaurs, some of them. It was caused by some radiation then. A certain Alpha fell in love with the Alpha female and find that she couldn't shapeshift wholly into any of her natural forms. They thought it was witchcraft." "So, you researched it?" "Yes, they are strong females."

"But there's more to the night sky than just stars and constellations. There are also stories. Would you like to hear one?" "Yes, please!" the boy said, his eyes wide with anticipation. Although he knows about stars and constellations, he didn't know any of the story. " Alright", Kiara began. "Once upon a time, there was a beautiful maiden named Cassiopeia, who was loved by many suitors," Kiara began. "But she was vain, and boasted that she was more beautiful than the Nereids, the sea nymphs. This angered the sea god, Poseidon, who summoned a sea monster to attack the kingdom."

Her hands moved with practiced ease, kneading dough, chopping herbs, arranging golden pastries on ivory platters. “They say she’s even more beautiful now.” One maid whispered, cheeks flushed with excitement. “ Lady Helena. The chosen mate? Back from Russia, touched by the moon priest themselves.” Athena didn’t flinch, but her jaw tightened. “She’ll become queen soon.” Another maid chimed in wide eyed. “Even prince Lucian had dated her when they were in Russia, they were not only best friends but lovers as well.” In the corner, near the basket of wild roses meant for the banquet tables, Athena stood frozen, clutching a silver tray to her chest.

Taking the opposite direction from which we came, I stumbled upon a hallway full of doors with laughter on the other side of one of them. Being one for laughter, I cracked the door open to see a ton of creatures just like Silas and that crazy spider guy. This time there are centaurs, a minotaur, and a satyr. I thought they were all made-up stories, but here they were. My wide eyes caught the sight of the big Minotaur who was drinking out of a large bucket because his hands were too large to hold on to the a glass.

Celeste. Lycer resisted the urge to rip out the pages of his notebook. Days, weeks, had passed and he got nowhere. He couldn't find his father nor any other immortal. He asked the tracker, Josh, if he'd ever heard of these higher presences. Josh stared at him as though it were a joke. Of course he'd heard of the Lycan, the original few from who their blood flowed down from the very mother herself. But these were myths, fairy tales, told to pups as they were tucked sweetly into bed by their parents. He asked his dearest Celestial what she remembered of these childhood tales. Surely her name meant something to her parents, surely they knew. She said she barely recalled, not until he said it wa

Next, he told of the felines Minatious and Micya who took the form of tigers, though their children could take any large cat breed. Cullen frowned as he thought of the old legend. He couldn't recall who the rats or the bulls were. He would have to call Colin, who knew the myth better. Finally, he talked of the Phoenix. There had only ever been one pair who lived and died, only to be reborn. Mattieus and Annos were said to be the first. By the time he talked of the Moon Goddess and how the wolves devoted their allegiance to her in the original war with the humans, Jackson had opened his eyes.

Making up his mind, he wore a sleeveless tunic, and slipped a pouch around his waist, a pouch which contained a short pen knife. He knew trouble would come, he could feel it. He let himself out of the tent where Azayi still waited to lead him to the banquet. The closer they trotted, the louder the music sounded. He saw them as they pranced, ten beautiful-looking female Centaurs, dancing with long white hair and a wreath of pure white roses on their heads. They covered their chests with only black nets and so they jiggled every time they danced. From their belly buttons down, their horse bodies were lithe and powerful. But what got Chimera's mouth hanging open was that they were pure white g

“What is this prophecy about? Why did I faint at the event?” Finally, I couldn't take it anymore, and all my doubts came to the surface. Hearing this, Loure and Middle looked at each other and sat down at the table next to me. “Before our pack was attacked, even before the goddess's first daughter was born, the moon goddess cursed the world of shape-shifters and placed the Centurions as the sole rulers. However, the shape-shifter kings did not like this and began to murder all the Centurions they knew.”