Centaur Novels & Stories

She was unbelievably calm. As she turns around, I notice that she has lost a lot of weight. Why... why did she have to take such a decision to herself? I'll never forgive her. "Tony... help me make a medicine, dear." As she calls a young centaur into the house, I sit back up almost instantaneously. I never, ever thought that a centaur exists in reality. I thought they were only a myth. Observing my curiosity with the species and mother's personal assistant, she says, "He was found near the lake as a cup last year. He's growing up beautifully, isn't it?"

"She's what?" I demanded, staring at Lady Amara. My knees ached from kneeling on the stone courtyard. "What does this mark mean?" Lady Amara looked at Prince Louis like she was asking permission to speak. "Tell her," he said. She turned back to me. "The Mark of the Warrior Moon. It hasn't been seen in this kingdom for over a hundred years. It marks the women of the old royal bloodline. The House of Rashad." My stomach dropped. "That's impossible. I'm not royal. My mother was just a seamstress."

I was ready. I had spent months training for this moment and I was ready. The annual Grand Hunt had finally come for this year. Until now, I couldn’t be a part of the festivities because I was too young. The age for eligibility to participate was 24. This year, it was finally my year. I’d been training since before I even qualified. I would do it; I would win. For my family. I had to. I would restore my family name if it was the last thing I’d do.

Faerie. Never met them either, but I do know that taking whatever they offer will mean eternal servitude which will never fucking happen. Opposite her is a centaur sitting on the floor and somehow still manages to reach everyone's height. I was in slight 'awe' of him. They are noble creatures, loyal to the end and immensely powerful.

He had lied to the Queen. Yes, indeed Lord Kys had taught him well but Symon had a hard head. He did not have the patience nor stability to learn the five senses of the syth. He did not poses the ability to see through the eyes of any animal of the sky or hear through the ears of any animal of the land. He paused at the center of the hallway and paced. How was he supposed to find this girl. He didn’t even know for which girl he seemed. He did not have the balance of the one who thinks, furthermore the intellectual of a dolphin.

I doubt many will ever care to read this. I doubt many will believe my story let alone that I wrote it with my hand. But all you are about to read is true. This is the story of my life. I am a bastard, a monster, a deity, and the first of my kind. I am Asterion of Crete. You may know me better as Minotaur. I was born at sunset of the summer solstice to Queen Pasiphaë. Before my birth, King Minos and everyone in Crete thought I would be their ninth child and heir to the throne. However, at my birth, it became very apparent my mother had been unfaithful.

I had branch in Kumasi, and another in Cape Coast, and we shipped to other countries as well. Business was really booming. “If it isn't Cindy Mensah.” A beautiful woman called out snapping me out of my reverie. I smiled uncertainly. “May I know who you are?” She smiled back, a perfect toothpaste commercial smile that showed her perfect teeth. “My name is Amelia Sanders, I'm a representative of Donatella Maruchi. How would you like to be featured in our African Pride week Festival?” I grinned, shaking my head in disbelief. “I'm dreaming, aren't I?”

“How can you say so? Have you already seen one?” “You still have a lot to learn, Migi.” He smiled a little widely, ruffling her hair. “They’re everywhere. I’d say you might even have encountered them already; only, you cannot perceive them as one. Camouflage as what you might say. They’re good at that. After all, they are a supernatural existence gifted with different abilities, which you might have—like everyone else around you.”

Rachel's POV "That’s your husband?” Emilia cocked her head toward where Alan and his friends were sitting. “That isn’t a human, Rachel. That’s a fucking greek god.” “Damn,” Mark sighed beside me. “I can’t believe that’s what you were complaining about.”

fat on him. He possessed brooding eyes and a sensual mouth. Were all centaurs handsome and built like Marcus? Loren may be the youngest, but already he was filling out into a similar build as his brothers. She felt Marcus's hand drape over her shoulder. "Join us for supper." Loren offered. "We're not good cooks, but we can roast a decent deer." "The man is just mated, Loren." Marco said, slightly exasperated. "Let him have time with his mate." "I was being nice." "I'll join you for supper another time." Elizabeth offered. Loren nodded eagerly and then mumbled something about seeing to the meat. "Will there be a ceremony?" Marco asked. Marcus nodded, looking d