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.”

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 ground beneath their feet seemed to shift and writhe, as if alive with unseen terrors. "We must tread carefully," Aric warned, his eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of danger. As they ventured deeper into the Shadow Realm, they encountered twisted creatures born of nightmares, their eyes gleaming with malevolent intent. Elara summoned forth her latent powers, weaving strands of light to banish the shadows that threatened to consume them. But with each victory, the darkness only seemed to grow stronger, its tendrils reaching out to ensnare them. It was as if the realm itself was testing their resolve, probing for weaknesses to exploit.

Aldrich exhaled slowly—ancient, exhausted. “You were never meant to awaken the Bloodborn power,” he said finally. “I kept you hidden your whole life to prevent it.” Evelyn’s breath stilled. “Hidden… from what?” Aldrich’s eyes glowed faintly. “From them. From the gods who made the first Lycans. The Elders of the Deep Night.” Kael stiffened. “Those are myths.” “No.” Aldrich’s voice dropped to a grave whisper. “They were sleeping. Waiting for a trigger. A spark. Waiting… for her.”

We appeared defeated and hopeless, so there's no reason for her to keep it a secret anymore. "This realm? Mortals have called it by different names: purgatory, asphodel, hel; however, we call our home Dalaket, the land of the lost between the mortal realm and underworld. It gives us so much pride to see our home become the gate to Tartarus and you shall be our sacrifice for the ritual. As for our queen, it's none other than the goddess of discord herself, Eris," explained the Dalaket who taunted me by tracing her nails on my face. I started to laugh, and I saw the Dalaketnons look at me with both wonder and annoyance.

Much to Jane's chagrin, Natasha sat on Red's other side. Tarloh stood up, a grim look on his face. His gaze swept over the crowd. "Alright ladies and gentlemen, here's the scoop. We've got trouble with a capital 'S.' We've got some mystical power that feeds on madness, and it redefines evil as we know it. Does anyone remember the stories of the Elder Gods?" Some people at the table looked confused. Some looked incredulous. Others looked downright terrified. Tarloh stopped, took a breath and then, "What we seem to have here is a Shoggoth. For those who remember, the Shoggoths were servants to the Elder Gods, at least in the beginning.

"It seems that the events we've experienced are but a prelude to something far more dire." Elena's brow furrowed as she read further, her heart heavy with concern. "The texts speak of an ancient being known as the Eclipsed One. A creature of darkness and chaos, whose return threatens to unravel the very fabric of our world." Kael nodded gravely, his gaze fixed on the words before him. "The Eclipsed One seeks to exploit the vulnerabilities in the realm's balance our fears, doubts, and divisions. It feeds on our uncertainties, growing stronger with every moment of unrest."

The picture was getting clear about the seriousness of the mood and why Agenor wanted confirmation from the women in the party. The word 'Malaka' was familiar to him and jogged several memories in a split second. Just as Agenor mentioned, this matter was indeed unsettling, especially for women. A few months ago, Creed came across a knowledge article that had briefings on an abominable creature. He specifically remembered that article because of its beastly nature and disturbing quirks of the beast. They all knew that inside Glitch, besides the categorization based on their evolutionary stages, there was another broader categorization of beasts based on their tiers.