Fauns Mythology Novels & Stories

The lower abdomen was covered in thick dark brown fur with legs that resemble those of a goat. “The Faun! I thought they were gone," said Edmund in surprise. "Unfortunately, the fauns have not been destroyed even though our numbers are already very limited in Magica," snorted Kyron as he threw the rope wrapped around him. Edmund raised his hand so that the knights would stop entangling Faun in front of him with ropes.

The Eighth had fled like a coward, not to be seen or heard of for a thousand years. Together, the seven female Ancients embarked on a grand endeavor to build and shape their new Realm. They unanimously embraced the name Elphame, signifying the essence of their collective vision. With meticulous care, they molded the lands into breathtaking vistas, lush and fertile, and commanded the wild seas teeming with formidable beasts, creating a sanctuary where the creatures of their imagination could flourish. Thus began the era of Fae Kind. These beings were swift and nimble, exuding an aura of strength and grace. A select few among them were bestowed with extraordinary powers, gifts granted at the d

Thorne pointed out, "but it's like having another identity with memories and a life of its own. My hound allows me to see his memories at times. I know that he was a guard of Tartarus." At this, Julian's head whipped in Thorne's direction with interest, "As in the prison of the underworld mentioned in Greek Mythology?" Thorne nodded, "You'd be surprised how many myths actually hold some facts to them. The place is reserved for the supernaturals that are the worst of the worst."

“Compatible with what, Gabriel?” “Kane’s orrery, of course. That’s where we are, a whole mile under Rifthold, where his fortress once stood. It was his most powerful possession.” He waves a hand into the darkness. “It’s how he knew the Beasts would return to try to topple his throne. My father was a believer of the old gods, you know. Kael, the god of night, the supposed mate of the Goddess, and their son, Annwyn, the god of the underworld. But the shifters only cared about the Moon Goddess because of Her gifts. She rebelled against Her mate and son in favor of Her people, who they kept enslaved, and for good reasons. We’d grown so powerful we could have toppled their empire and banished the

Mysteria, the magical world of supernatural’s, a realm with the tallest mountains, luscious forests, and precipitous waterfalls. From werewolves and witches to orcs, this enchanted land is the birthplace of imagination. The mystical beings were all made by many different Deities, including those of Selene, Cerridwen, Ogrun, and Valkrim. They fashioned new life forms in their own image to coexist in the realm of Mysteria.

It was weird, why would fauns suddenly come and man the river? They were half human half goats their upper torso shaped like that of a human while the lower was that of a goat. All of them were slim and looked with their beady eyes at the two alphas. One of them came forward and asked them, “Who are you and what are you doing here?” Valencia tried to speak in a friendly voice, “I am Valencia and this is my friend, Dominic. We have come from Sricgis to meet the Ancient One.” Hearing the name of the Ancient One, a collective gasp went through the fauns who began whispering amongst each other.

“I’ve never seen one before!” “Like I said,” Kylan tried again. “We’ve got many outside visitors—” “Look!” “A man with…horns?” I tilted my head, still trying to make sense out of it. I wasn’t even going to try guessing what he was, but he kind of looked like a goat. “What even is that thing?” “A Faun.” “Faun?” “Yes,” Kylan muttered with a smile. “I knew you grew up isolated, but I really expected a nerd like you to know what a faun looks like.”

What exactly is a fae? She had never heard of faes before, she wrote while eating her pancakes, and all the new animals and facts are overwhelming her. Xaun laughed as he looked at his charming companion. "Well, this small creature is a sort of mythological being and a legendary creature, they are secluded from the rest of the world in their ideal home and lands, they have various skills and magical capabilities, and they can transform into a little butterfly" Fleurie is overjoyed by the idea of witnessing the handsome guy transform into a small creature.

The humans’ king, Creon regent of Thebes, paned worshiping him and rejected his divinity. The god of wine and pleasure was offended. How dare they? He was the one who gave them their happiness, so he asked for vergence. And that was when the gods sent their beast. A mighty fox that was one of the monstrous offspring of Typhon and Echidna. A monster that pried on the males’ flesh, a monster that was never meant to die. And the fox wreaked havoc upon the unwary. He was the hand of gods to punish those mortals to put them back in their place.

"It's a mighty and dangerous creature that feeds off on other beings. Once it sets eyes on you, it transmits the wavelength of your soul and breaks them down into dissonances. As soon as it sees the resonance of your soul, it will suck it up thereby making it more powerful." Germaine did not understand a word of the nonsense Ennie had just sprouted. Resonances and dissonances. Those were words that made absolutely no meaning to her. She was still reeling from the possibility of there being other creatures in this realm. As the Loa crashed further on, she looked to where Ennie shook like a leaf and asked. "Apart from werewolves and Loas, are there any other creatures in this realm?" Ennie nod