Dark Egyptian Gods Novels & Stories

Sit modus deam benedicat animabus illorum sub lucem hyacintho luna est scriptor Ut benedicat deam luna est luna, lux hyacintho luna sub meam” (From the deep of the spirit, who has never fallen asleep, do good to me. The spirits of the air were foul and black. It is not a pleasant thing to be kind to me. Passion and thought with the spirit of the anger against the destruction provided that it is them to me. The Spirit of the cold and the frost by the phantoms of crime and vice do good to me. May The moon goddess bless the luna' soul under the light of the blue moons)

“Can we get on with the training, please?” Ophois laughed. “So proper on the outside, but you have the heart of a huntress.” I squeezed my eyes shut and gave myself a mental kick for not remaining silent. Up until Demeter had mentioned this guy’s name, I’d only ever heard of the major Egyptian gods: Isis, Osiris, Anubis, Ra. Ophois called himself the Opener of the Way, but what if he was really the Egyptian god of mischief? Or discord? Or the anti-cupid who liked to break up fated mates?

Raziah asked with raised brows, her eyes confused as she waits for Belphagor response. "Didn't Amaya or anyone tell you who the fathers of Dark is?" "Fathers? Like they are more than one?" Raziah asks, becoming more confused. "Yes and I, Mammon, Asmodeus, Beelzebub and Leviathan are his father, we r@ped his mother and she survived the ordeal somehow and gave birth to Dark who has been a pain to us since his existence." Belphagor answered. "Oh, I get it now. No wonder he is strong," Raziah said in understanding then faced Amaya, one of her eyebrows raised perfectly. "Why didn't you tell me, daughter?"

When Azarakh spoke, I’m certain there was some Egyptian in his words, but this does look like Greek. But it’s not so surprising. We have Selene and Hecate, both of who are known to many as Greek goddesses, and then we have Apophis and Bastet who are known to be Egyptian gods. But they have more than one name, depending on who is worshipping them. Just as we address the God of the sun as Helios, yet in the story of Apophis, he is known as Ra. The realm of the gods isn’t defined by Greece or Egypt, but the names of the gods we are coming to learn about are either from Greek or Egyptian origins. Just as we have hypothesised.

Like Nyx and Erebus. Nyx was a powerful goddess, the Goddess of Darkness. She was said to be a primordial being, mother of Sleep, the Fates, and even Death. And Erebus was the God of Night and the personification of darkness. Those two were said to have given rise to the first rulers of the gods. But because of their terrifying nature and primarily negative forces, neither of them was ever worshiped… Was that what this place was? A place for shadows and darkness to find refuge?

Others close in from behind, but I’m locked on the horrors in front. “I am Chernobog,” the bone giant growls. “I am Sekhmet,” the lioness hisses. “I am Hel,” the half-skeletal woman says, her teeth clicking as she speaks. “We wanted you to know who’s sending you to your death.” Gods of death and destruction. Fantastic. They unleash their powers. Chernobog conjures spears from thin air, growing larger as they hurtle toward us. Sekhmet cups a sickly green mist in her palms—pestilence, thick and oozing.

“What do you mean that his name would have been a huge giveaway?” Ryker let go of my hand as he opened the door and held it for me. I got inside and looked up at him, waiting for his answer to my question. “In Greek mythology, Erebus or Erebos is the personification of darkness and one of the primordial deities. The pack was led by a dickhead who wants every member of his pack named after Greek gods or goddesses or at least have their name mean something in Greek.” Ryker rolled his eyes, clearly finding this to be ridiculous. “Other than that he also has every member of his pack whose surname does not start with the letter A change their surnames. And just now you told me that your friend’s

Where humans built monuments not to hide from monsters—but to worship power. She spoke of deserts kissed by eternity. Of stone cities beneath burning suns. Of a place where death itself wore a crown. Ancient Egypt. AURA crossed continents without effort. Seas parted for him. Storms bent their paths. Wherever his feet touched earth, the land remembered him—as if it had been waiting. It was there, amid sand and ruin, that he sensed it. Another creation. Another sin. Khaenat. Born not of balance, but defiance. A creature forged by mortal hands desperate to cheat death. Bound by rituals similar to his own—yet flawed. Shackled to creators who feared what they had made.

As I got deeper into the woods, it got darker, and darker making me realize how close I was to the witch coven. I tried to open my eyes and failed before realizing they were open. Most night skies were the darkest of greys, but this one was pure black. It was like someone shut off the stars and moon, the witches hated light especially the moon because they believe the moon was the moon goddess watching them so they made a spell into casting the sun and the moon far away from their coven using false spells. The darkness felt heavy, oppressive, almost supernatural. I soon found myself swallowed up in the nothingness, not able to see my own two hands in front of my face. My werewolf powers enha

She sends him a glaring look but continues. “According to the texts, Kaden is the son of the god Erebus.” "Wait,” Piper interrupts. “Erebus as in the Greek primordial god of darkness?” We all turn to look at her questioningly. “What?” she asks, her eyebrows raised. “How do you even know that?” Alec is the one that questions her while Micah and Jason stare at her with confusion.