Ceres Myths Novels & Stories

WRONG NIGHT As usual the lover were out hunting and had gathered some men to be killed, these men acted very different, they were supposed to welcome their death warmly like others before them, but they began to cry and begging for their life, Oyinda knew something was wrong or maybe it was the Laalu in her that had thought so, but she went on and killed them, Agbara saw it all and felt the pain they felt, he became weak again, and when he narrated the incident to Oyinda, she also feel bad, that night she had a change of mind. THE HAPPY SPELL When the world first began, many other things happened to those humans that had it place in the gods note of history, many thought it never happened an

He grabs both my shoulders, looking me in the eye before I can solidify the notion in my head. “The moon goddess didn’t hate your people. What happened was cruel, wicked, and it wasn’t supposed to happen, but it had nothing to do with the goddess and more to do with some power-obsessed bastard that’s been dead for over 500 years now. If anything, your people deserve justice. The truth needs to be known, that the very foundation we stand upon is the blood of an entire civilization.” I slowly slide his hold off my shoulders, now shaking my head. “No one would believe that, not even if it was coming from you, Artemis. It’s been years of deceit. No one would believe that their precious King Cyru

He’d been at Celeste’s side constantly since the tour, their bond growing stronger every day. “All myths have roots in truth.” Chen pulled out ancient texts. “The Primordials were beings of pure elemental power. They shaped the world before the Moon Goddess. Some say she imprisoned them when she established her reign. Others say she destroyed them. But the legends agree on one thing—they were powerful beyond comprehension.” “And someone is collecting artifacts related to them,” Celeste concluded. “Why?” “To study them? To worship them? Or…” Chen hesitated. “To wake them.” The room went silent.

"No! I don't think she is the one. I heard he tried sacrificing her some time ago, but the moon goddess was against it. She is his mate and can't be used to cure him, or else they might both end up losing their lives.” “That priestess is totally wrong. I got the information from a white witch; if Ares gets better, he is going to overthrow me. There was a prophecy.” I swallowed a huge gulp. “A prophecy? Does that really exist? I find it really weird; I thought it only existed in fantasy books.” I asked. “It doesn't just exist in fantasy books, dear. Prophecies happen, and it always ends up with a sad story. I need to get rid of Violet just like I got rid of her sister some years ago.”

He huffed. “And how's that?” He asked in a tone that led me to believe he thought I was lying. “Because I’m a Keres.” I answered with honesty. There’s no reason to keep anything from them. Both Ryder and Luca froze in their tracks and turned to look at me. Ryder’s brows came together in confusion. “You can’t be.” He said, unbelieving. “Keres’ are meant to assist the Gods.” I nodded my head. “You're right, and I am assisting them. That’s why I am watching over you.” Ryder stepped closer to me.

It had been a dark story all along, yet somehow she could not make anything out of it. It was all a story about curses and how they were being passed on for many generations. According to Sonya, although most believed it to have steamed from the gods, there was every possibility that the less popular and silent story of a sorceress putting up a curse on a lover who had betrayed her was also confirmed. It was pretty confusing, but Mara did not mind. Only a few parts interested her, and that was when the older woman was differentiating between Lycaons and Berserkers. It was a fascinating thing to hear, sending shivers down her spine.

A light shone from far away and I ran towards it hoping to wake up but it only took me to the same place. -You're crazy if you think I'll let you go after all I had to do to capture you. -I beg you to let me go, I don't belong here. -Of course you do, I know your story but don't worry, I'll make the other gods accept you. -Accept me because, ¿what story are you talking about? -Poor Celeste, I didn't want you to hear it from me but I'm sorry to tell you that your whole life was nothing but a vile lie.

Selena wrapped her arm around him and rested her head on his shoulder. "Okay, tell us why my mate needs a guardian," Zaiden said, kissing Selena's forehead. Andrew looked at Selena so she could read his lips while he spoke. "I'm not from this realm. I was sent here from the one where gods and goddesses rule. Eros is the God of love and protection. He fell in love with Psyche, the Goddess of the Soul. They went to his home, hoping to live peacefully, but that's not what happened. Psyche's sisters became extremely jealous of their relationship and began plotting ways to drive them apart. When Psyche became pregnant, they devised a plan and gave her an ultimatum. They would let her and her fami

madam Othelia shot back. "Do not condescend to his level, Othelia," madam Ceres scolded then fixed hard eyes on him then shifted to Aurora. Aurora stood her ground, not letting herself be intimidated. "I must say that I have no inkling of affection for you or your empire, Sebastian Deusdedit," madam Ceres spoke, looking back at him, "your predecessors caused my tribe great harm and we have sworn to avenge the death you caused, hundreds of them. You must be foolish to come here for the third time thinking we will be of help to you "

Marcia said, picking out pieces of fruit from the bowl close to her. “Well no one alive” Ley added, “Many stories that are deemed myth are purely so because none were left alive to continue the tale and document it.” “Yeah ok, maybe, I’ll leave the researching about those things for the librarians, I have my own research to do” Marcia replied, waving her hand dismissively. “The only thing you research are your loud canaries” Ley retorted with a booming laugh. “You son of a…” she began to snarl back when a noise from the doorway cut her off.