Druig Mythology Novels & Stories

I remembered the name from the scrolls I once read in the Astral Archives, one of the books that held vivid information of mythical worlds that we never thought would exist. Druvo was known as the cursed village that bordered the Dark World—the realm ruled by wretched sorcerers and witches who had once brought entire kingdoms to their knees. Now, it seemed the people here lived in quiet terror, like deer hiding from wolves. There was hardly any sound, even during daylight. Conversations were hushed. Children did not laugh. And food… food was scarce.

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

“A druid, those are rare, I thought they were all but wiped out. That is why my kind no longer live on the earth plane, or at least very few of us do.” “Why would that affect where you live?” I asked, curiously. "Is that why there are demonic and non demonic dragons here?" “That is correct. Druids have a special connection to dragons and in the human plane helped protect them in a way by acting as a translator to kings and when they started hunting us down, they helped hide us from humans and eventually joined the others in the hell plane running from the earth plane. Humans, although without magical abilities, have an uncanny habit of destroying anything they deem a nuisance, first it was u

The nurses watched in awe as they began to shed their damaged skin, and new skin emerged, this skin appearing slightly scaled, a clear indicator that their life force had merged with that of their dragon. “Before the coronation there is something we must tell you. Something about your mate.” Dru expression solemn. “About my mate?” I asked in confusion, I wasn’t aware that my mate had such a strong relationship with the twins. “We met her once.” Draq speaks up seeing my look of confusion, “A very long time ago.” “Before we knew you.” Dru replies before he begins to tell me the tale of how they met my mate and revived her family, and how an orb had told him that Mary was destined for greatness

"Your father going to remember the fight, the scuffle between the elders and taking me away. He's going to remember all of that, but he won't know where I am; he won't know I am dead. I've tried to reach out to him while he sleeps, but he doesn't know me. The spell will take time to fall from his body, but when he remembers, I fear the entire tribe will face his fury." "Tell me you don't want me to save them? Mother, I have been more than accommodating to them," I growled putting my hands to my face. "I don't want to go back. They have turned on me, no matter how much I help the tribe." "They are all at the mercy of your half-brother. He was conceived under black magic and not just any black

As I rise, I release a roar of rage aimed at the heavens and fly high up into the sky above the valley. I'm a dragon?! How is this even possible? I must be dreaming! But something deep inside is telling me this is real, and this was meant to be. Suddenly the words from our family crest pop into my mind, it was a saying that I committed to memory the day I learned the translation. ‘Quamdiu tales esse potes. Cum autem terminos tuos sentio agi. Quum senseris tibi evigilare faciatis intra rem, et tamen non audiam. Princeps autem Draco excitavit.’

The Nanny started muttering, looking under the covers and in the wardrobe, but the mischievous child couldn't be found anywhere. "Lady Lisbeth will have my head if I've lost the little shite again, Ragnar!" The heavyset woman left the room, deciding to try the library, hoping she'd have more luck there. As soon as the door closed, the ceiling shimmered, and the golden dragonling landed lightly on the floor. Ragnar Delgaard was a confident child. Despite the war that raged on between Dragons and werewolves, he would still venture outside to play in the orchards or breathe in fresh air-much to his mother's dismay. Today he had a sneakier objective in mind.

Dilo growled, leaning forward eagerly. “Well, his real name is Sothis. I’m not sure what his race is, but if he is anything like his second in command we fought in my realm, he might be a Djinn. From what a Djinn friend of mine said, they were originally the generals of an army of an incredibly powerful race of people who were gifted with extremely powerful, but destructive magic. After seeing their work decimate many cities and witnessing the destruction they wrought, the dragons intervened. After the greatest of the dragons punished those who had broken their leash, the remaining Djinn turned their attention to becoming the greatest healers in the realm. From what I was able to find out, t

She knew that was Glynis’s chore, and she could well imagine the spiteful blonde pouring a full chamber pot upon her. She couldn’t be certain, but she thought the small blue dragon that had attacked her as she emerged from the water was Glynis. After all, Dolag had commented on her uncommon ability to shift, and Brenna had learned enough during her stay with the Balfour people to know that mostly the males were born as shifters, while the women tended to inherit other types of magic, or remained without magic.

His senses on high alert as he hesitantly leaned over the doorframe to see a tall figure with black hair dancing around in the Kitchen with weird steps. His eyebrows furrowed as he took in the dressing of this supposed churail, she was dressed in a pair of plazo pants and a sweatshirt. She turned around and started screaming upon seeing him. At once he knew this was no churail, only person had a voice this horrible in tht family and that was Zoya. He doubted if her horrible voice had scared the actual jinns away or not. He rolled his eyes but when her screams turned into full blown curses, he took hurried steps to shut her mouth with his hand before she could wake everyone up.