Finfolk Mythology Novels & Stories

"Why is everyone looking like this?" Finn, still in my arms, tugged at my collar, pulling back to look at me. "Mommy, look," he whispered, pointing at the book Theo was holding. "That’s the broken wing I saw. The day I saw things from the water in the garden.” My heart skipped a beat. I gently set Finn down and went ahead to collect the book Theo was holding. I looked down at the page he left open in between his fingers. It was an old record of Northern myths and mercenary guilds. On the open page was the sketch of a single, snapped wing. Hunters of the Silver Moon.

Logan stated like it was common knowledge. The girls, including myself, all shook our heads. “Would you tell us about this Miihiihkin… Mister Logan?" I asked, stopping myself from just calling him Logan. Logan sighed but nodded and leaned against his truck, looking at us. “It is an old Innu legend. Beyond the world we live in is a spirit world. And very long ago in that spirit world lived Miihiihkin, which translates to Wolf. He was the lover of the spirit Tipishkau-pishum, which means Moon. Everyone was jealous of their relationship, and they all wanted them to be separated. There was a spirit called Trickster who, as his name suggests, tricked spirits a lot by using the wicked mind that wa

It was a Magick father would have liked to forget, father the regent who had suppressed that godsgiven heritage in I and my two sisters' castle and denied mother's secret dealings with the huldrefolk at the borders of the Maroon Sea bayside. The bards sang that when King Hakkon murdered Queen Aslaugh's famous fetch, a white jackal named Signy, the mara of all Arcadia wept like banshees as father plunged an elfshot blade through her beautiful, untrammeled fetch's heart. That killed any Magick left in mama after she sealed shut the Stronghold, and slaughtered the spirits of any priests or priestesses in Arcadia still resisting. The godsfolk, defeated and depressed, gave up their godsvows and w

I still remember my frozen reaction and the feelings I had when dad told me what a Moonfolk is and how I should be taking care of myself. "When they say that you are a rare wolf, it means you are special and super blessed, Aria. A Moonfolk is a hybrid wolf having the abilities of a wolf and a mage. It is equivalent to a blessing when you are born with qualities that don't come from your parents, isn't it? It's not necessary that if you are a Moonfolk then your children will be Moonfolk too. It's not something you can pass on with your genes to your kids. You get this only when the moon goddess gives it, and she's wanted you to have it because you presumably passed all the tests she made you

Trei suddenly spoke up. My father shook his head. ‘There’s little convincing that a sea folk can do. They might just think that you are being held hostage. The image of an Atlantean and a sea folk embedded a horrible memory to them.’ It was obvious what my father was pertaining to. It was the moment when the sea folk made the sacrifice to keep the rod safe.

He gave me a soft smile, making me return a shy smile. “You know, in Greek mythology, Althaia was the Queen of Calydon, and a woman of fierce passion. She is celebrated in an ancient story about the fate of her son, Meleager. When he was born, the Moirai, or the Fates in English, came to foretell his future, and they predicted he would die as soon as one of the sticks in the fireplace burned out completely. When Althaia heard that, she pulled the stick from the fire, put the fire out, and hid it in a safe place.”

Danté asked. "Not sure, nothing much is elaborated about it, so far its only talks and tales, it's originating from Cherokee folklore and a name here of an ancient Shaman named Blair" "Blair?" "Cherokee Indian" Liam said looking at him. Danté sat back thinking, they all knew of Vlad Dracul, the supposed first vampire, but it was never spoken of any first wolf, or great wolf, maybe only a werewolf will know the full story. "What if we ask a werewolf?" Danté asked "An old one?"

For that… could kill them. The little orphans of the slums bundled together, a hand for each ear. They remembered the old myth and deemed it the cause. It was one of the oral folktales of Antacast, passed from one generation to another. The demigods of lightning and thunder fighting again for the wind goddess’ favor, as the old tales had told.

Each telling of the tale varies, but the central theme is always that of a sea witch or sorceress who finds or kidnaps a beautiful girl, and raises her until fate intervenes in the form of a young man. Of particular interest to students of Celtic mythology is the male character, a romantic yet disruptive force. He is always depicted as either a seductive demon in the form of a beautiful young man, or a celestial angel, a pirate, a faery prince or a chivalrous knight. In light of this, the myth is notable for its connection to the band of heroes known by several names (most commonly the Fiacha Rudraigh or the Fianna) – a group of five warrior princes who appear in the Mythological, Ulster and

It felt a perfect fit and he had slept every night holding her in that position, nestled together. Felix also taught Athena further on Roman and Greek mythology, including pointing out the different types of nymphs that were sneakily hidden in and amongst the mosaics depicting friendly woodland scenes. These were beings who lived to tease and manipulate humans and gods, sometimes falling in love with them, sometimes chasing them to the ends of the earth to capture the man they wanted.