Druig Mythology Novels & Stories

I asked him, panic thick in my voice as I suddenly looked around in fright and waited for whatever this evil may be to suddenly attack me since I was aware of its existence. "Tis a tale, is it not?" he casually spoke with a shrug and I shook my head. "There is truth in myths, Abigor. You of all people should know that," he was a man of intelligence, no doubt a man that should be aware of truths in all matters myth or folklore, "and what you have described...only one mythical creature is capable of sucking the blood out of its victims..." Master Abigor looked down at me, his eyes emotionless yet eager. The left corner of his lips slightly raised as he gave me a slow blink, "and which mythical

Like right now, she’s onto a report that there’s a family of dyads missing from the forest they have lived in for centuries, and that’s just peas. She once handled dragons who shapeshift as old women in a Mundane village in Germany, tending goats. “So, what am I really doing here?” I finally ask. Mom pauses to sip her wine and gather herself together. I knew what that means. This is my mother’s stalling tactic when what will follow is something she isn’t sure I will like. It means the Council will have something to do with it. The Council of Magick has been after me since I turned eighteen because they insist to acknowledge my birthright as a magickal with ritual and all.

I said and she bit her lower lip. "Fine. What do you know about the twin moons?" She asked. I shrugged. "We only know that Amyra is afraid of it" I said. She laughed. "Amyra isn't afraid of it, love. She's terrified. It's the only thing that can change everything and ruin her plans" she said, her eyes glinting mischievously. "How do you know that?" Devon asked. "Why won't I know that? I am the great great granddaughter of Ivagon Baryza, the druid who made the prophecy of the three most dangerous creatures in the universe. I am a druid"

Draco winced at the thought of his father, King Cormac, who in history was now recognized as the Butcher but was once adored by Draco. He remembered the time he spent with his father growing up, as he taught Draco kingly etiquette, sparring, and alpha command. He made him memorize the names of the seven gods of Bloomington and their deeds as he led him through the temple. Draco particularly loved the story of Gharok, the god of creation, who was married to a beautiful damsel named Selene, one of his creations. The legend said that Gharok loved Selene so much that he made her the goddess of the moon.

He has demons, creatures with grey skin, giant bat like creatures, as well as a hydra steps out and I look at Dragus, who roars, shifting into his dragon. They all have red eyes and what look like a black tar like substance that coats their sharp pointed teeth. Which I realise is a venom of some kind. Some are armed with weapons while the rest have sharp razor like claws and talons. We are seriously outnumbered in terms of numbers and strength.

In the margin of the map, there was a phrase written in faded ink: मेरा द्रुइड मित्र She didn’t fully understand what it meant, but her curiosity grew. Had her mother been there? Or was it just a game, or some secret story she had hidden in the book? Between the stuck pages, Scarlett discovered something else: there was a handwritten story, as if her mother had copied or invented it. “The druid and his forbidden love,” she read softly, intrigued. The story spoke of a powerful druid who lived in a hidden kingdom, a place full of magic and supernatural creatures. The druids had strict rules; they had to protect their world and could never bond with humans. But this druid, unfortunately, broke

As her volume increases, the words that were once a mystery start to make sense. “Praise Oaestr, Great Diviner, Mother of us All. Praise Nyxt, Night Father, Void Incarnate, Mate of the Goddess. Blessed are your brood. Ayre, Faeyre, Bleyd, Kore, Myeti, Carnelia. Blessed Carnelia! Gifted Carnelia! The first Queen of Dragons.” The light from above overwhelms my current form and soon being flame itself isn't enough to keep the pain at bay any longer. As my body bucks against the throne, something shifts in Vega's expression and her eyes take on a look of genuine fear as she gazes in my direction.

But still, the poor queen died under the evil hands of that witch. “And I was that child?” Druji suddenly came and interjected into the conversation.”Druji.” Her mother gasped. “Answer me!” Druji became furious. Caius approached her to calm her down, but she just pushed him away with great strength. Caius was thrown into the wooden table and it almost broke. I ran to help him get up. It looks like he broke a bone at his back. “No wonder I am different from all of you!” Queen Morrigan was shuddering as she approached her and took her fiery hands. “I’m sorry, Druji. We had to do that in order to fulfill what was written in the prophecy. But I love you like my own child.” The queen tried to app

Draig reaches out and grasps Vaari's forearm then pulls him into a hug. "I'm glad you came; I wasn't sure if you would be able to leave your kingdom. I know my granddaughters well, and they will want to work with the dragons to help against this greater threat Dagon poses, so far, we know he has witches on his side. Adaline would be proud to see you here," Vaari lets Draig go then nods to me, so I move to his side.

Hopefully, we'll get the information we need from Sibille tomorrow night. I could attend the ceremony with him, even though it's against my wish. I do not wish to see my father, Kael, Rella... The entire pack. The mere thought of it made my stomach churn. But I had no choice here, knowing how the Alpha can get when anyone tries to disobey him. Note: Just like Selene, the Moon Goddess, Draegor is a god who governs the realm of punishment, death, and the darker side of life known as hell in the werewolf realm.