Eros Mythology Novels & Stories

the voice continued, " it is true you may think you have not met him, and yet you have always been with him, you called him the warlock, and a Goldsmith, but here we named him, the IRA Omi a supernatural child born of sword and war, an immortal among men, when it was time for the family of Malika to donate their own gift to the men of the world, Eledumare took the right hand of the Malika and with it he formed him, he was guided to the old couples shore, he stand among you, and I demand him to come and join the wizard here, the warlock approached the tombstone, and as soon as the witch inside itanforiti saw that the negotiations was going to succeed, she and INA left itanforiti and In great

The west was Olympus and while its rulers could be friendly to humans, they were quick to anger and had killed humans for minor slights in the past. 'I wonder what Hades is doing right now? I should visit him on my own when I get the chance.' The sound of powerful magic clashing was carried on the wind. It was mostly drowned out by the uništi, but the occasional sounds of explosions would come through every now and again. 'I feel bad for Lakshmi. It must be a lot of work healing them over and over.' - Cytus - (About two days after the group left Sangmara) Cytus had been following the man through a forest for some time and was wondering where they were going.

I said, and the word left some tingly on my tongue when I said it. "Kaelen." Elijah repeated, "hmm." "it sounds like something you would see in one of those Norse books." Jason said, and I turned to face him. "You think it's like that? You think it's related to Greek mythology?" "It's not impossible." Jason said, "one thing I've learned over the years is that the supernatural is very vast. And our guy Damien is very aware of that. " "If the oracle wants me to know his name, it's probably because the knowledge of it could be very helpful." I thought out loud.

“But she’s had a long day and requires a meal and rest. Will you inform Nyx and Erebus to have a chamber ready for her and some food, please?” Nyx? Erebus? I knew those names! They were both children of Chaos, a being of reality outside the ordered cosmos, and according to Greek mythology, Chaos was the first being to exist. Any children of his were considered primordial gods and goddesses, meaning they were more like a concept or idea. Like Nyx and Erebus...

It was a place of whispers, illusions, and riches—alive in ways that defied the natural world. And the most chilling note at the bottom: Those who enter without the deity’s blessing never return whole. To enter, you have to give him something in exchange. Like Cyrus Lockwood, he offered him entertainment, tales, and stories that amused him. Until Cyrus impregnated his daughter. He sealed the portal to everyone until they brought him a child of all 4 bloodlines, Goldenthorn, Lycan, Lockwood, and his own. I closed the book slowly, a shiver crawling down my spine. That deity is Loki, the trickster God.

“You think love excuses what he becomes?” Freya frowned. “What is that supposed to mean?” Aethon looked toward the shaking walls again. “The version of him approaching this chamber is not the king your world fears.” His voice lowered slightly. “It is the creature your world buried.” A chill moved through her spine. Kaelan’s jaw tightened beside her. “Don’t.” Aethon ignored him. “Do you know why entire bloodlines vanished when Eros first rose to power?” Freya stayed silent.

He brought war to Kara's kingdom, and Edward along with his warriors came to fight. They won the war, and Rufus took flight, but sadly, Kara's Mom was lost. Her father was furious and he blamed her mother's death on her. He forbade her from entering his kingdom, except on the day of the annual meetings. After that, she was never meant to come close to his castle again. “What's a Lycan, Mom?” Jayden asked. “A Lycan is one of the strongest breeds of werewolves. They have great abilities that allow them to rule the earth. According to history, they were the first werewolves to exist on the earth, followed by the great whites” she replied.

She has a dark spirit that guides and protects her,' Seros said. Sidayo reminds Esper,' We've given you a very long time already. And that's enough. Don't forget our agreement, that you, yourself, define, the moment you broke the crystal balls to set us free. There are only a few people now believing in the anitos and umalagad. Since the time the conquerors set their foot on the west. A new age has come to bring back the domination of old faith to the western realms and to expand it further to the east, and the whole Yrthos. It is impossible to achieve without bloodshed.' Yleva continues, 'You'll do everything we say or I will throw you back to the filthy mud where you came!'

And he gave you to all of us. For his part he was grateful for all that I'd done for you, and approved of our unusual romance. He seemed to imply that this sort of thing wasn't that odd in the circles that he travelled in, and that it made perfect sense for a woman with otherworldly blood to give birth to children who were destined to be lovers. After all, weren't Isis and Osiris sister and brother? Didn't that happen over and over in myth and legend? Besides all of that, he and mother are obviously and completely in love with each other. She has come into her own, the dark and bloody fey lady that she is. We visit them regularly and are always welcomed in their house.

“Yes. Many of the true stories of the werewolves were turned into stories of the gods by the Greeks and Romans.” Lyle and Amaris looked at each other. This was an amazing find. It had been hidden away from the world like so many other things in order to protect and keep hidden the exhistance of werewolves. “Follow me. The Oracle is not able to see you at the moment, she is in meditation, but we will get you a room to be able to freshen up before your audience.” Christos led them down the rest of the hallway and to a door darkened by time. Once through the door Christos had to push through a b;ack curtain and out into an exquisite room that looked like something out of a Greek fresco.