Ceres Myths Novels & Stories

That was how it was created. "Who is that?" Lisa and the others were now aware of where the giant flying beast came from, however, they were from the nether realm and had no idea who Zeus was. Chase had no choice but to explain the story of Zeus to them. After he was done, Lisa and Willow were stunned. Myths of the God of Creation were not limited to the more familiar 12 Primal Treasures, Demon Saints, ancient divine clans, or other strange races, there were also titans, the Almighty God, and other strange divine clans that might not care about humanity.

Maura’s jaw dropped and the boys’ eyes widened with shock. "What?!" exclaimed Noah in disbelief. "You’re lying. You’re just saying that to protect that pretentious Cass," he added. "How dare you?" scowled Cass lunging at Noah. Maura embraced the enraged Cass trying to hold her back and pacify her. "Her words hold no lie. She is Eris: the goddess of discord, bringer of strife, and queen of Asphodel," convinced Lethe. "And who the hell are you?" Noah asked in hostility.

Mind out of the gutter. "What did he say?" he asked, trying to sound nonchalant. I scoffed,"The historians believed that Galerians are a result of a union between an Alerian and a god named Zeus." It was Derek's turn to scoff. "What? They inculcated Greek Mythology into it? That's preposterous!" "I couldn't imagine the purebloods version," an absurd idea struck me. "Maybe your version involves leprechauns and unicorns," I said, chuckling.

She removed her gloves and rubbed her face, feeling the weight of command settle deeper into her bones. On her desk lay a relic recovered weeks before from a cave near Knossos — a cracked bronze disc, etched with strange sigils. On one side: the unmistakable three-headed hound, jaws open in eternal defiance. On the other: a lion, goat, and serpent, twisted into one monstrous design. Cerebus. Chimera. Two sides of the same coin. “You were right, old girl,” Rivera murmured. Not to anyone in the room — but to the memory of her mentor, the late Dr. Miriam Vos, who had first warned that myths were not stories, but survivors.

Ceres chuckled as she took the blood wine that was prepared for her. “But how can you tell about something that never happened yet?” Alpha Jace wondered before he sipped on his tea. “Well, Alpha Jace, I’m not just the so-called great fallen rogue but I’m also the Immortal Blood, so yeah, I could tell.” Ceres was smiling as she took a sip again over her blood wine.

A mirror of flame rises behind Cairos, reflecting Ceres not as she is but as a creature of smoke and fire. Ceres (gasping): “What… what am I becoming?” Cairos (grinning): “Not becoming. Remembering.” The chamber begins to shake. Cracks form on the ceiling. The tomb groans as the seal splinters. Ceres: “We have to get out of here! It’s collapsing!” Cairos (calmly): “Too late, sister.” Ceres (frozen): “Sister?!” Cairo: “Auren was my twin. And you… are my niece.”

Among the Werewolves, the prevailing belief was that true mates were nothing more than fictional narratives, a figment of imagination never realized in reality. The subject of true mates remained shrouded in mystery, even when inquired of the moon goddess herself. Instead of offering clarity, she responded with enigmatic smiles, perpetuating the confusion among the Werewolves. Yet, the very idea of having a true mate intrigued Arabella profoundly. Legends suggested that these unions were predestined by the moon goddess herself, forging an unbreakable bond between two souls. Even after death, they remained inseparable, destined to be reborn repeatedly, eternally seeking their mate in each new

I found myself cataloging those moments, storing them away for when the world felt too heavy. “And that one,” he continued, arm shifting, “that’s Cassiopeia, the W shape. The Greek queen was punished for vanity, doomed to spend eternity rotating around the North Star. From a certain perspective, that’s either a punishment or the most central thing in the sky.” “Which do you prefer?” He paused thoughtfully. “I think she got a better deal than most myths suggest.” I smiled faintly, the cold no longer feeling quite so sharp. “Did your mother teach you these?” I asked, piecing together what I knew about him. His father’s lessons, risk assessment, caution, and survival were practical and grounded

Chapter 6 "Mate?" Arcadia is genuinely confused, "what's so beautiful about a Mate?" She snorts before returning to her tart, "I thought you were GOING to tell me SOMETHING better but instead you mentioned MATE." she snorts once more before filling her mouth up. Xerxes laughs at her innocence, "What's wrong with a mate? It's a beautiful thing you know...." He is lost in thought, "Oh please!! This whole mate thing is just a scam the elders make, there's no such thing as falling in the love with someone because it's destiny." She laughs at the stupid myth,

He would still call me boy in private, but never in front of others to undermine my position. I clear my throat. "I have met my mate." "Finally." Miriam mutters and I really wish she didn't sign that NDA. "You all know I have a visitor, Ianthe from the Starlight pack," I go on, ignoring the bitter dig. "When I first met her, The Moon Goddess revealed to me that she's to be my mate." "Isn't this a bit too much drama for finding a mate?" Erisna wants to know, pushing up her glasses. I've always respected her, she's one of the most intelligent wolves I have ever met.