Eldritch Terrors Mythology Novels & Stories

“Do whatever you see fit, Helena. I just want that Celestial out of our lives.” It was my plan to monitor her there as well, but her brother Edith invited me to an event. For the first time, I saw the temple of the god Daragor, the most barbaric killer in the history of gods. It was so strange to see lycans actually worshiping him. Edith took me to a black and red haunted building in the basement of the Castle. Its dark, mysterious ambiance broke goosebumps over my skin. A tall, human-like sculpture with the Lycan’s face was standing in the middle of a massive hall.

“Explain.” “The shadow rising now is called Veyrathis,” Myrra said. “An ancient entity born from corrupted dragon magic. When the first dragon kings fought for dominion, their excess power fractured the world. That fracture created Veyrathis, a being that feeds on magic, fear, and desire.” Elara felt cold. “Feeds on desire?” Myrra’s eyes flicked briefly between her and Verath. “Especially powerful bonds. Like yours.” Verath’s hands curled into fists. “Then it’s targeting us.”

he chuckled before disappearing into the dark mist. I was left there alone, devastated, shocked. What he meant by this terrifying dungeon-like place is his real world? Isn't it more like the netherworld where life doesn't exist! I thought about looking around my surroundings. The strange wailing of souls was reverberating inside my ears. After some time later, I understood. ' Drystan was an evil god who does what he wants to. He went against the law of nature and brought me to life countless times. He's a lonely god who knows how to be full of himself. He never intends to be guided...'

Lucas had been gone for hours, leaving me to the not so careful ministrations of Magda. The wart nosed witch who I had clobbered over the head with a candlestick. She was hunched forwards with a permanent hunchback and cloudy milky white eyes signalling that her eyesight was diminished with cataracts. She almost looked like she had taken a step out of a Greek mythology book and was actually one of the fabled grey sisters, who determined all living creatures fate. Perhaps she was, all myths derived from elements of truth. Any second now she was going to pull out a pair of rusty old scissors and cut my life cord into two. I held back a giggle at the thought.

“Some terrible ancient things are claimed to have existed in such sites, yet they could also be the resting places of great warriors. Whatever the case may be, the contents of the restricted areas must be suppressed. It’s possible that if those things get out, they'll bring calamity to the world. Following the strange occurrences in Helsby Mountains during recent years, the Devil’s Eye has begun to erupt every now and then. Are you familiar with the book Monsterpedia?” “Monsterpedia?” “Haha!” Silas was still laughing. Though he was laughing casually, Tyr could clearly sense the underlying sadness. “Monsterpedia does not record nonsense. Some people say that there is an actual dragon present

The wind howled through the ruins like a haunting whisper, as if the world itself recoiled from what had just been unleashed. Ivy clutched her abdomen, eyes fixed on the glowing rift in the sky. Her breath hitched as the air turned colder—too cold, even for a world at war. Aiden moved beside her. “Eidolon,” he muttered. “Spirits of the Rift. I thought they were only legends.” “They were,” Lilith said grimly, drawing a protective rune in the dirt. “Until your child called them.”

“Not clearly, not until recently. Last week, we saw it. Three of us. It was like nothing I’ve seen before. Taller than a wolf. Almost... twisted. Faster. Vicious. And its eyes...” He turns towards me then, and I see the memory flash behind his eyes. “Crimson,” he says. “Like fire in the dark.” I go still. Every part of me freezes around the words. His gaze sharpens. He must see the recognition in my face. “You’ve seen it too.” I don’t answer. Not yet. My thoughts are already racing, colliding with what I’ve seen, what I know, what I fear. Drake doesn’t press me. Instead, he leans back slightly, exhaling. “Our elders, after we described it, they think it might be a lycan.”

“That’s not an echo.” The sound came again, closer this time, wet and heavy, dragging through the mud. Shapes began to take form — not ghosts, but bodies. Wolves, their fur blackened and slick, eyes glowing faintly blue. Their bodies twitched with unnatural rhythm, ribs moving like bellows. Eryndor swore under his breath. “Revenants.” Kaelen raised his sword. “I thought those were myths.” Eryndor drew his dagger. “They were. Until Maelis started playing god.”

He set his palms flat on the table, his rings catching the firelight like tiny shards of storm. “These creatures,” he said slowly, voice weighted with age and power, “are not ordinary beasts. They are remnants—shadows born of the first wars between gods. When balance falters, they wake. They have no souls, no true flesh. They feed on chaos, on fear, on the unraveling of what was meant to stay whole.” Serenya shifted uncomfortably. “So, they’re like… nightmare monsters?” “Nightmares given teeth,” Malrik corrected, eyes glinting. “They cannot be slain as one would slay a wolf or a dragon. Steel will slow them. Fire will scorch them. But what truly kills them—what undoes them—is harmony.”

Inside was dark and murky, a lot like the snake-like thing. They were working magic, Dannie could feel it grate against her skin as if she was right there next to them. They chanted in a language that felt familiar but unfamiliar at the same time. A pulse of something burst out from the rift and following it came the distorted shapes Dannie had seen in her nightmares - deabru. There weren’t only a few of them, but a horde. They blotted out the sun and blue sky with their darkness as they fled from the gate in search of a human host.