Cŵn Annwn Novels & Stories

he answered. "So you do work for the German government?" "I don't work for anyone's government." "You work for the UN then...?" Cain shook his head. "No, this is a privately owned and operated organization," he said. "So... it's a gang?" I asked slowly. Cain laughed. I was in awe for a moment as I watched him smile. "It's not a gang, it's completely legal," he said. "So what kind of affairs do you manage?" I asked.

I gave in to the darkness that had been threatening to come over me after I pray to our Moon Goddess to look over my family. Beep Beep Beep The beeping sound is really annoying, it’s been going on for forever and it won’t stop. I can’t open my eyes which means I can’t turn this stupid thing off. If this is Annwn, it’s stupid and I want to go somewhere else. Auntie Morrigan was the Goddess of War incarnate and she told me what Annwn was like when she ferried souls of warriors to the God, Arawn. The Moon Goddess should talk to her about lying, it’s not nice.

Gwen I climbed down from my horse and ran blindly in the snow. Arrows darken the sky like a swarm of deadly hornets, raining down upon the combatants with relentless fury. Shields clash as soldiers form a shield wall, bracing against the onslaught. Swords flash in the sunlight, carving through the chaos with deadly precision. Amidst the chaos, champions emerge, their valour shining like beacons in the midst of darkness. But they are slaughtered. They rally their comrades, leading charges and striking down foes with legendary prowess. Yet, even the bravest warriors falter in the face of overwhelming odds.

He was silent for a moment before then saying, “we learned the location of Annwn in exchange. So that is where we have been. Soon the earth will split in two and our revenge will be complete.” It took me a while to place the name Annwn before I realised what the Alpha was talking about. It was a place of old Welsh legends, something akin to the Underworld. Arwen ruled that place. However, since Christianity took over, people changed their beliefs on not just Arwen but on the Gods in general, then eventually, they forgot about the old Celtic pantheon almost completely. Even our Moon Goddess had her own name: Arianrhod. Though she was not seen as the Goddess of werewolves, just of the moon. So

Tobin lifted Bailey's face, pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of her mouth. Jayce felt an icy chill sweep through him. If someone had known Tobin would come to the birch grove, then they knew more about the Princes and their proclivities than he liked. "What did the goblin have to say?" Bailey lifted her face, her eyes flashing with ire. "He said Annwn would rise. That Arawn was coming." She shook her head. "I'm not even sure who that is, or what." Tobin cursed vehemently, jerking away from Bailey and rolling onto his feet. He stumbled and barely caught himself before he collapsed. Beckett's face was grim and Jayce knew he wore a similar expression. "What? Who is Arawn?"

After getting my receipt and card back, we headed back to the car and started our drive back to town. “Si, there’s something I need to tell you. It’s nothing bad, I promise, you can talk to your dad and brother about this. You can also go to my dad or my siblings. Okay?” “Okay.?” She says, sounding confused. “Remember this afternoon and Preston talking about the God Arawn?” “Yes, the God of the dead, who rules Annwn.” She says, again sounding confused.

the someone cut me off. "Her name is Annabelle Siromani, my daughter."