Druig Mythology Novels & Stories

“You will leave this land, or I will tear you apart?” Drogo laughed mockingly.” Boy! Do you think your strength matters here? This is not a fight.” Before Arthur could respond to him, one of the elders of the Hollow moon pack made his way to the front and gasped. “Drogo, it is you.” He looked at him in disbelief. “I thought you were dead; you were banished for consulting with witches, corrupting your wolf with dark magic.” Drogo’s smile spread across his face; it was menacing. “As you can see, I am very much alive. And I have found power where your mighty moon goddess left me. Look at me, I am not dead.”

“The only creature to ever bring twins into the world was the moon goddess herself and she did it twice to equal out the balance with the human kind when they started to bring more into the world. Faes, dark-lings and all other creatures were created by the grate four.” “I’m the first and only of my kind and its because of that, that when the time comes for the moon goddess to leave her realm I will be ascending to her place. But don’t worry it won’t be for many, many centuries to come” Drago- Retaking the dark last of the hidden realms was easier then I had thought it would be. My people had suffered at the hand of Lorant and his cruel ways. The spells of casters who had been forced to use

I explained. “Hmm, I see,” she mumbled while preparing two sandwiches. Bringing them to the kitchenette, she handed me one and then sat down next to me. “You're a druid wolf and will have a high sex drive. That is probably why Dante thinks poorly of you. Plus, I personally believe that Goddess Medeina was a full-blood druid,” she shook her head, then took a bite. Furrowing my brow, I screwed up my face and growled, “Then WHY is HE my mate?!

Argentum said in teasing manner “I am Prince you evil women… do you want your prince to accept his defeat…? huh?” Draco argued back and tried to free hinself, on other hand all other teen Dragon ‘s were encouraging them both to fight including their training master , master Mossace… “Hahahah…. my prince you forgot…. your Draphidrmia still pending….. (Draphidrmia is a ritual which is performed in Dragon realm among royal Dragon which is equal to coronation)… but me… I am already hired as your first in line chief commanding officer..” Argentum said proudly

A deep, ancient growl echoed from the void. Selene and Nyra froze, swords lowered. Selene’s eyes narrowed. “No… this can’t be.” Nyra steadied her breath. “The prophecy... ” she whispered; “Mother of Ruin… Daughter of Flame… The sky cracks…” From the breach descended something beyond magic, an ancient presence, older than gods. A colossal form, coalescing from storm clouds: a dragon wrought of lightning and shadow, wings spanning the horizon. Its eyes glowed molten white; its roar shook the very foundations.

Dozens of our people, human survivors, Lycan refugees, and even some Fae, were bound by glowing chains, suspended over the vortex. Their bodies were pale and limp, their muffled cries barely audible over the roar of the power, but they were undeniably alive. Their life essence was being slowly, agonizingly sucked out of them, feeding the portal. Standing before the vortex, a colossal, terrifying figure commanded the space. It was not a man. It was not a Lycan. It was a Dragon. Its eyes burned with ancient, terrifying intelligence. Aethyros. The God of Ruin.

The druid laughed quietly. "I only do as the moon goddess instructs me, Your Majesty. I have never seen the girl, but for months I have seen visions of you cutting off your own arm but I didn't immediately understand what it meant. Last week I saw a clearer vision of you capturing your own mate and cutting her off. Some minutes ago, my body became very tense, more tense than it has ever been in my old age. I asked my helpers to bring me here and when I did, I realized it all started when she entered our territory," the druid says, turning to me. "Not only is she your mate, but she is a very vital part of your destiny. If you kill her now, it will just be as bad as ending the world." Right no

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.

“The wyrms, ha? That makes sense. It was before my time, but I know the Druids of old who inherited the spirits of dragons had bonds with their lesser cousins, too. You know, the people of Feng believe a wyrm will even transform into a dragon if they survive a thousand years…” “No stories, thanks. So you said I’m the Druid of the dragons, but all it lets me do is—that.” She grimaced, so disappointed it was almost crushing. “There was nothing else. The second part of the vision was…” The memory flowed back into her, rising and flaring like a suddenly remembered dream. “It was Tet! I was in Tet’s mind. I saw the Dragon King, it looked like the creature I saw in the Imperial City.”

On page 999, I found what I was sent here for. The number nine represents dragons throughout human history, while it has little meaning in the dragon world, which puts emphasis on prime numbers. I began reading about Draconian Wicca. There's a duality in this religion, just as there is in life. Some seek to worship, praise, and heal, while others seek power, darkness, and destruction. I found the spell that the hooded figures used. I allowed Clint to read it too. “Witches; fucking dark mages!” he tersely mumbles.