Chernabog Mythology Novels & Stories

he paused with excitement as he set to go through it, he sat on the chair in his study and lit the wooden torch on the wall. (The gods and goddesses were divine pure spirit, the goddess of air, the goddess kasha (Earth) Naruto the god of the sun, Nymiway the goddess of water, Tiamat the goddess of fire and there came the little devil Magna, the god of pure darkness. He was later banished and he becomes Magnus the god of darkness and lord of demons, full of hate for his older siblings' Creation. He tried to lay ruins in their realm and bring misfortune to their children, that was when the siblings' feud started, the other gods join heads together and banish him to a realm created out of his m

“The crone attracted women and men who craved power, or revenge on those who’ve wronged them. She taught them certain malign crafts. Students of the occult talk of the ‘left hand path,’ the earliest depictions of Monanom always draw her on the left hand side of her sister, hence the origin of the name.” “But what does this have to do with those beer-guns?” “Byrgen. We’ll get to that in a moment. First I want to talk to you about grave eggs.” “Grave eggs?” The steps on the other side of the ancient door were even narrower, and curved down in a spiral. Jim had to place his palms against the damp, chilly walls to keep from losing his footing.

Inferno surged. I felt it, the shift inside him, the flame rising just behind his eyes. His gaze snapped to Ragnar. “And the abductors? The ones commanding the Netherborn?” Ragnar’s jaw tightened. “The Blood Abbey. A rogue sect of witches and vampires who practice forbidden arts. They have existed for centuries… shadow to shadow, feeding on souls.”

Norman waved a hand impatiently at Martha. Martha lowered her head quickly and left the study. "Mr. Ballard, tell me the truth. Can I be saved?" Norman asked nervously. Sebastian turned to look at Lyanna and asked, "What's the black pus on Mr. Nichols Senior's neck?" "Demon maggots!" Lyanna answered without even pausing to think. Demon maggots? There was a ringing in Sebastian's ears. He had seen records of those in the Sacred Medicine Secret Annals. They were things that would only appear on evil ghosts or in areas where dark energy was very strong.

Lana’s brow furrows, “You speak of the four horsemen of the apocalypse? Are you saying my sisters are the horsemen? But they’re…men. Arent they? ” Clotho nods, “You’re thinking of the human’s biblical terms. Of course, the humans would make them all males. Zeus forbid that females be just as vicious as males.” she rolls her eyes, which would be so amusing if the situation wasn’t so dire. “However, the basic concept of the horsemen is the same. You are Abaddon, the destroyer, the antichrist. Whatever religious moniker you are labeled leads to you being the ender of worlds. Once the balance was restored, your true identity and your sisters’ souls would be mobilized.”

Dragons from the Naga and another tribe eradicated her coven. Basically, Blackbriar holds some dark magic due to pissed-off spirits from Native American rituals, combined with the rituals performed by the coven trying to rebirth a god and create a paradise by destroying humanity, and, in the cult's eyes, their pain and suffering as well. They hoped that by absorbing Tiamat’s chaotic powers, they would become gods and decide the fate of humans and dragons. Thankfully, humans and dragons stopped them, but it appears that they are at it again. And again, they will fail, because my mates and I will see to it!

That kind of energy is bound to attract paranormal creepy crawlers like maggots to rotting flesh. But most people call those scavengers demons, especially if they have strong religious beliefs, like the Blotters and Father Thompson. Religions aren’t exactly prone to middle grounds. Everything’s black or white, so whatever doesn’t fit in the good lane is labeled as evil. I had the idea that demons are into living souls, not stagnant residual energy, no matter how foul, and that was why I thought we were most likely dealing with a scavenger. And I could only pity this entity, born to feed on echoes of pain, fear and violence, prisoner in a house so full of love and good memories. Of course it

Something that had slumbered for centuries. He remembered again the voice of Olgana, her shaking body, the whiteness of her lips after the prophecy slipped out of her. The Chaos is not an object nor a phenomenon, it is an individual. An individual. A creature born of both the forbidden and divine. And Lilith's offspring. But the prophecy had revealed more. Tej real enemy is cloaked in crimson roses and the one who is two halves of one whole loving someone who is not whole itself. If that was his dream, then he was tied to this mess in some way. How?

She saw nothing. “Where are we?” She watched his face turn ashen, “This is the Knightmyre's dwelling. We must go now. The Knightmyre's will be out as soon as the void of darkness shrouds the landscape.” “What are Knightmyres? I’ve never heard of such things.” “It is Vhalos' doing.” “Who is Vhalos?”

Intimidating and awe-inspiring. "My name is Nya Crimson; I have the lives of two people wrongfully murdered in me, and I will have vengeance." * * * Using her body's memories, she reviews what was known about the vampires of this place. They were a race of long-lived superhumans, one of several that were classified as 'omen'. Omen were genetically-enhanced creatures generally regarded as monsters.