Druig Mythology Novels & Stories

He tells me and I nod, waiting for him to continue. “There is a story, passed down through the generations of witches, about the first witch, Aadhya. She was the most powerful being in creation and is said to be the mother of all beings. It his her ancient magic that led to the evolution of dragons, and her heartbreak that created werewolves. The story says that the Blessed Mother and the Moon Goddess are sister deities, they worked together to breathe life into Aadhya and gave her magic so she could protect the earth and those who would in habit it.” He stops to draw a deep breath and feels for something in his pocket. He doesn’t remove the object, only reassures himself that it is still th

They were arrogant and cocky towards her kind. "Reading too many fairy tales?" Drogo snorts. "We are dwindling in number. We have merged together. We aren't exactly picky about which jobs to take. Besides, Paiste isn't known for his peacekeeping ways." Selene eyes Drogo. "Who?" "Do you not know your history?" Drogo questions. "Paiste, the dragon that brought destruction to Celtic villages for vengeance? He is a fire dragon and has quite a temper. He rules our small hive and has quite a vendetta against wolves and vampires. Your witch handed him the perfect revenge on a silver platter-no puns intended." Drogo smiles at his joke.

He asked wanting to know. "Well if you listen to the story I am about to say, you will know if he succeeded or not." King Darin said and then continued. "Thousand years ago when the gods live on Earth with us, the gods gave us a prophecy that a Tribird would be born into one of the Royal's family. A tribrid is regarded as a saviour and is more powerful than any other supernaturals and god's put together. Every Royal family, wolves, Vampires, fairies etc, in fact every super creatures began to anxiously hoping and praying to the gods that the child should come to them. Hellhounds are like a demon, but in a dog form and their Queen gave birth to the Tribird. He was well respected and feared be

“I don’t think I feel keen on protocol at the moment, boy. August, can such things have names?” Eyes on the exterior of the Fogou still, August replied, “I take it that one does, sir. The people with them spark my interest, though.” “Quite, I saw them, too.” Malitus frowned. “Was he named by the one crucified? Was he a Druid priest?” “Drust,” Rufus muttered. He peeked up at the General then looked down. “The master of the oaks is called Drust, sir. It has to be him for this region.”

It would be foolish to risk him having a clue and shutting up. “We have always been there. Ever since good has existed, there has also been evil. Edimmu, Jiang Shi, Ghoul. We were called Draugr in the Nordic countries. They have called us different things through time, but we are the same and with the sole purpose of creating fear in people so that they appreciate the good and correct. Some of us, however, have been just a bit theatrical, Lamia and Lillith, for example”. "What has that got to do with the pact ?"

Astrid marvels at the intricate web of their creation, attributed to the Sun god Helios. The Weredragons, too, drew him into their fiery domain. Born of the same sun deity, their essence was forged in the crucible of intense ether, granting them the awe-inspiring ability to spew forth torrents of fire. Leading this formidable clan is the figure known as the Dragon king who presides over their fiery realm.

Valmore nodded, accepting what Mallik just said. "We only know about fairy drifters, we don't know about the dragons. Dragons are a race born in fairy, so it must be true. Only drifters have the ability to see us, so it must be true. It must be that Dragon drifter who tripped the drifter sensor" Valmore agreed. Mallik thought the same thing. "It's not the only thing I came across this time. I heard gossip that this dragon drifter's mate looks like the late princess Catherina and she must be Catherina's missing daughter" Mallik shared about the gossip that the entire summer realm is whispering about.

Drake says. “Does it say how you will change the world, bringing the broken factions together?” I ask. He frowns at me. “Did you read it?” “No, I didn’t have to. It’s what you’re doing.” After the first night, the tension goes away and over the next week, we meet GoldMoon, the Ceryneian Hind from Greek mythology, the techrechauns, the trolls, and finally, we got to meet Lucero, the unicorn.

Just like all of us. Tawny springs into action with Crimson, commanding what’s left of the werecat army to charge. “We don’t give up!” She screams! Watching the people I call friends, and the ones I love fight for their life pinches my heart. This should never have been. Electric blue sparks flickered across my knuckles. ‘Do it.’ Duke says. ‘Or Aodh will kill us all.’ Aodh. The god of the underworld. Or one of them. Him being the most powerful in mythology the one who promised Inanna as his bride. He had come for Lamia, or at least her wolf. But she was no longer on this plane of existence.

His eyes close tight, and his heart sings into my ears. *** Maybe out of greediness or the need to feel his warmth, I cuddle next to his chest. His fingers trail up and down my spine in a slow stroll. "There’s something I should have said a while back," Paul starts, while he stares at the ceiling. "I might not be the actual Dacian Draco you were searching for. In the wolves’ stories, Dacian Draco is an ancient wolf living in the mountains. His origins lost in time, he’s meant to protect the living from the dead. Maybe he’s what you sought."