Chernabog Mythology Novels & Stories

John asked as he stood up from where he’d been writing something on the floor, with chalk. “Rare, but then again rarer still are the demons and gods”, she muttered, “The common supreme beings happen to be chimeras, Kitsune, Hydras, Medusa, Kraken, a lot of nymphs and sirens, a lot of Greek mythologies if I had to be pedantic. Oh! Your homeroom teacher Mr. Edwards is a Leviathan, and his wife is a siren I think, we’ve had the first werewolf too; The Beast of Gévaudan and Fenrirs too, a Minotaur and Basilisks. I personally have known three different Basilisks”, she listed as she tried to recall the different Ascendants she’d met. “I thought if one existed, another Ascendant of the same kind co

Ryatt asks in a clipped tone that sends a shiver down my own spine. Aviva tenses, rolling her lower lip between her teeth. I stand up beside her, not liking the feelings coasting through our bond right now. She’s scared of Ryatt. She doesn’t know him like I do. “Because it’s said to be a gate to the underworld, where everything was locked away just before the Firestone empire fell. Curses, dark magic, demons….” She tilts her head from side to side, glancing at Ella before continuing, “When I kill rogues, I say a prayer to the Goddess and ask for their souls to be sent to Her instead of the Baetyl. We believe rogues and hellhounds are created with some of the magic that might have escaped the

A secret path through the frost-silver trees, cloaked by enchantment and shadow. The path led to a clearing long forgotten by the rest of the world. Twelve skulls—snow-white and wolf-boned—circled a silver tree with bark like light and leaves like night. This was where she found her. Mother Noira. The pack witch. The Shaman of the White Wolves. Her skin was the color of storm clouds, her eyes blind but glowing with thin threads of violet. Runes were carved into her flesh, old magic pulsing from her bones like breath.

“It was part of my research on shifter myths and legends. I didn’t think much of it at the time, but...” Her voice trailed off as she opened a specific book, her fingers skimming over the pages. “Here,” she said, pointing to an entry halfway through. Ren leaned over her shoulder, his warmth grounding her. The passage was short but chilling: “The Black Fog, born of forbidden rituals, consumes all life it touches. It lingers where the veil between realms is thin, feeding on death and despair to grow stronger. Only the blood of the awakened can dispel its hold.” “The blood of the awakened?” Ren murmured, his jaw tightening.

Much to Jane's chagrin, Natasha sat on Red's other side. Tarloh stood up, a grim look on his face. His gaze swept over the crowd. "Alright ladies and gentlemen, here's the scoop. We've got trouble with a capital 'S.' We've got some mystical power that feeds on madness, and it redefines evil as we know it. Does anyone remember the stories of the Elder Gods?" Some people at the table looked confused. Some looked incredulous. Others looked downright terrified. Tarloh stopped, took a breath and then, "What we seem to have here is a Shoggoth. For those who remember, the Shoggoths were servants to the Elder Gods, at least in the beginning.

“What or who is Balrog?” Rex asked, the name sounded quite ominous, especially if it was something that worried someone as big as Charr. “Her be spider demon who live under Mountain, make babies who boys fight to be man.” Charr said. “No one seen it in many years, but it babies are big to kill young warrior who not fight well.” “Then how do you know it lives that way?” Rex asked tilting his head a little. “No one has seen it in a long time.”

“But she’s had a long day and requires a meal and rest. Will you inform Nyx and Erebus to have a chamber ready for her and some food, please?” Nyx? Erebus? I knew those names! They were both children of Chaos, a being of reality outside the ordered cosmos, and according to Greek mythology, Chaos was the first being to exist. Any children of his were considered primordial gods and goddesses, meaning they were more like a concept or idea. Like Nyx and Erebus...

Its true body is the dungeon core within it, and the rest of the body is a materialized form of the shadows and miasma within it. "I see… Appraisal is very useful," thought Chaos, as he gained a greater insight of what Erebus truly was… It seems that his first son was an incredibly unique being by itself… It could one day even create monsters, riches, and even dungeon traps… It was really like a living dungeon.

Alex hasn't finished speaking yet, Amora has cut off the sentence he is about to say, Alex can only surrender and obey his mother's wishes but Alex thinks, is he able to fight the demon creature? "Okay, mother," Alex said resignedly, Amora left her alone in the room with an angry and annoyed face, Alex is sitting thinking hard about the choice to head to Mount Abbáddon where there is a half demon tiger and half python creature named Chimera, Chimera itself is an animal that came down from hell, the animal is assigned to guard Mount Abbáddon, a mountain that has lots of fresh fruits, various healing plants, very clear river water to poisonous plants.

Living in a town named Reaper’s Hollow, they were all well aware of the legend of the man with the black cloak and the scythe, but Thanatos looked nothing like the bony depictions she’d seen in every other picture of The Grim Reaper she’d ever seen. “How can Azrael have a child?” she asked. Piper didn’t seem to care either way, so she started another search. It led her to a passage from Genesis that discussed the sons of God reproducing with the daughters of men. The offspring were known as Nephilim, and they were giants who walked the earth, heroes. Whatever became of them, the passage didn’t say. Ru continued to search and found another word—Gibborim—which seemed like another word for Neph