Circe Mythology Novels & Stories

I began. That instantly captured their attention. Even Jiya looked at me curiously. "The four realms?" Abi asked. I nodded. "I’m not sure where I learned it, but maybe from books or someone told me," I said. They waited eagerly for me to continue. "These four realms honor the Moon Goddess. They are the Lycan Realm, the Vampire Realm, the Elf Realm, and the Siren Realm," I explained. The three of them listened intently. "The Moon Goddess resides in her Moonlight Sanctuary in the Celestial Realm," I added.

“What?” “Yes sir. Apparently, we are her oracles. She made it so I can draw the scene.” I said holding up the drawing pad. “And Liz sees the whole picture as like a video of sorts.” “I never dreamed I’d be alive to see an oracle of the Moon Goddess!” Alpha James exclaimed. “So, you believe us?” Liz asked. “Of course, I do! There are many books that tell of different oracles through the ages and how coveted they are. We cannot let anyone know about you two.”

"Cassia said if she doesn't see you by sunset, she won't just kill priests. She's going to kill Brynn. And everyone you care about. She's dragging them all to the grave with you!" I stopped dead in my tracks. Brynn. And the brothers who fought through hell to protect my ashes and my honor. These high-and-mighty gods and that high-and-mighty nymph only ever used mortal lives for their own selfish desires. I took a deep breath of cold air. "Lead the way." I followed Hermes through a spatial rift. We arrived at an abandoned temple, surrounded by Enclave enforcers and Furies. The air reeked of blood.

She added and Adira’s eyes widened the more in terror. “Who you saw in your dream is the moon goddess, she showed herself to you and the punishment, looks like she’s displeased with you,” Adira tried her best to explain, she knew who it was because herself and Clarissa had once had similar encounter with the goddess, “we need to summon the priest later tonight and offer some sacrifice to appease her. This is a bad omen, what did you do?” She asked and Valerie could hear the fear in her voice which only made her fear too.

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v

The fanfare resounded all over Eyrotia. The people were merry as they advanced towards the King’s Seat where the royals, the nobles, the gods and soldiers waited. Before them was the seer since he was the link connecting the people to the gods. In his hand he held his staff and on his tunic were the emblems of the goddesses of the earth and fertility for whom the festival was celebrated. As Eyrotians gathered to celebrate, allies of the kingdom, merchants and invited guests also gathered to partake in the blessings. The people took their places on the seats carved out of stone, the drummers, harpists, the cymbalists and the men blowing the horn made their music as they moved to the circular

Athena nudges Adonis shoulder playfully “…We are family even Hermione, please let us know what exactly is going on! Are you Fairy Circe? Are you by chance, Helios’ mate? ‘cause I don’t know what to think anymore! Him not hurting you… the way he looks at you, you blowing him a kiss the other day; something you do not do at all. The Hermione that I know, will not go around snatching or assaulting other people’s mate … For a split-second Hermione, when Fairy Circe walked into that ballroom, I thought it was you, then she said she was Fairy Circe, but I do not know of any other Circe or girl that would dance with the crowned prince and not let the world know. Till this moment, Fairy Circe has no

Iris shook her head vigorously, and both laughed for a second, but again silence swarmed in the room like clouds. "You know, Theia," Iris gently kissed her daughter's temple, "they say it's not wise to name your daughter after the names of the gods. But I did it anyway, you know why?" Athena shook her head, indicating her curiosity. “Because Athena symbolizes love, intellect, and battle strategy,” she sighed deeply. “I always thought you were my little fighter. Maybe I shouldn’t have named you after her, and you wouldn’t have had these many struggles in your life.”

Her voice echoed in the empty castle. "This looks creepy" Hadiya added scurrying after her stupid friend. Hadiya was the one paranoid friend everyone had in their friend group but even she couldn't deny the fact that Zoya's adventures were worth the risk. "Are you kidding me? Look at this- OH MY GOD...... THERE'S A INDOOR FOUNTAIN!!!" She exclaimed running off to the fountain she saw from afar. The pillars around it were covered with vines and moss and the pot of the fountain was all green because of algae.

This story has not begun and I already know I’m in for a long headache. “Continue, or do you need a formal invitation before speaking every sentence?” He chuckles at that. “Well, Circe was known as an enchantress. From all of Hecate’s children she, like her mother, possessed magic and was known to enchant handsome men, as well as pretend to be what she was not.” “Where is this going?” “Patience, My King.” I frown as I glare at him. “Well?” “Well, there was a crystal clear rule that although a god could mix with mortals, there were certain things that should never happen. And one such encounter between a mortal and the Lesser Goddess, Circe, bore a forbidden fruit.”