Novel & Cerita Dullahan Mythology

The Tiamat I know is a mythological creature, a five-headed dragon goddess with eternal power. Strangely, when that name was mentioned, Aland’s face immediately turned angry. He, who was previously calm, now became restless. Aland’s pair of blue eyes opened wide and looked darker. “Don’t call me by that name! I never even knew her. You’re just a monster who uses human flesh.” Daran opened his snout and let out a long howl. Hot steam came out of his mouth. He looked so angry and was about to attack Aland again.

In his haste to give him details, Dale is going off track. "Come to the point Dale" Drake prompted. "Oh yes" Dale said, noticing he has gone off track. "The point here is, Dhari belongs to this old Fae clan. They are only loyal to their clan and the people in that clan. Everyone lives like a very big family. But the thing that he vowed his loyalty to us is something that never happened. It's the first time I am hearing that a person from that clan actually vowed his loyalty to us. They take their vows seriously" Dale explained.

A strange gleam flickered in the Sheikh's eyes as he spoke, his deep voice breaking the silence: Shams al-Duhur: In a small town, there once lived a sect of corrupt humans who gathered the innocent and slaughtered them as sacrifices to demons. But the demons betrayed them, killing each one and leaving no bodies behind. Their blood filled a vast pit beneath this very town—a pit dug by the devil himself, which became a lake of human blood, fed daily by the endless violence of wars and accidents. From this curse, Malik was born. The devil claimed to be a soldier on Earth and sent him to fill that lake with blood without end. No human being can stop him or uncover his true nature.

He was so enthusiastic about the quest. “As soon as we exit Largo’s forest, we’ll just be one river away from the Dale between One-Eyed Sisters!” Squealed Sprout. “The One-Eyed Sisters?” Said Cory. “The two mountains that the dale is between,” explained Hayden. “Oh,” said Cory. “A Dale is a valley,” added Fracture. “I knew that,” murmured Cory indignantly, regretting her words almost immediately. She recalled too late that Fracture was the wolf warrior rumoured to eat the flesh of his victims.

"FOR THE PACK! FOR EVERYTHING SHE DIED FOR!" Ayla joined him, her blade flashing, her war cry joining his. Kael's animals surged forward, renewed, their hackles raised, their teeth bared. Hope, though too young to fight, ran among the wounded, bringing water and comfort, being brave because her mother would have wanted her to be brave. And little Damon stood in the center of it all, his eyes closed, his small hands raised to the sky. He was speaking—chanting—in a language no one understood, a language older than the mountains, older than the packs. But everyone felt the effect.

Aimea said as a way of introduction. "Hello," Hannah said to Darell with a smile. "Hi," Darell replied to her politely. "Mom, can I see you for a moment?" He asked his mom. His mother obliged and they both move out. "Mom, what're all these for?" Darell asked his mother in an indignant tone. "That's who I want as the Luna of our pack, not that blood-sucking creation," his mother replied to him. "That blood-sucking creation you just referred to is my mate, and I'm not choosing anyone else over her," Darell retorted.

So this diabolical order has been operating for millennia with a woman called Red Sleeve at the helm and no one here was any the wiser? "So you mean to say that this Red Sleeve is the one who had weaved this myth about a Divine Corpse, the remains of an Immortal King, to all the High Chieftains and Elders since Heaven knows when? Telling them that this Divine Corpse would be the object of their deliverance from the eternal bondage to the Administration?"

My eyes widened because of the sudden baldness of his words. But then, I remember that Duke always speaks that way. I really view him so gently when he's with me. He's in the mafia and the Lycan King, so being brutally cruel in the way he moves and speaks is natural to him. "Yes, please." I beg in a mo*n when I felt his manh*od poking in my belly.

He turned to Arlan and frowned when he looked at him. "What can you really do?" he asked which caused us to slow down. Arlan smiled at Aikee's question. "I come from a small clan called Myst. Fog is one of the things I can do," Arlan said, a reason to widening our eyes. Is it really possible for that to happen? Can they control that too? "And Dubla is one of my cousins. So it's just confusing that he became like that, he's so careful so it's impossible for food poison to be responsible," he added.

She stood at the edge of the veil with her traveling companions: Mara at her left, ever-watchful; the Crimson Mage cloaked in blood-red robes at her right; and two warriors from the Veilguard behind her—Ruvan and Isolde, both hand-picked for their loyalty and fearlessness. Ahead, the path dipped into a chasm carved by time and forgotten by gods. According to the Daughters of Dusk, somewhere at the heart of this dead land stood a ruin from the first age of moonlight—a temple dedicated not to the Moon Goddess, but to the thing that once tried to unmake her. The Hollow God’s first sanctuary. Or, perhaps, his birthplace. No records of it remained in Lycan history. Only warnings. “You’re certain