Greek Myth Satyr Novels & Stories

After a moment, she turns the screen toward me, “The word itself means wild or savage, but in Greek mythology, there was a Gigantes created to fight the Olympian gods during the Giant War, named Agrios. He was supposed to replace the Moirai, who are more commonly known as The Fates. It never came to be because someone killed Agrios during the war. “Okay. I will look into the definition side, you look further into the mythology side. Look for any covens or witch subcultures that somehow identify with the Gigante or maybe even the Fates.,” I write some notes on my notepad, “Bronx has restricted the fifth floor today, so no getting into his library.” “I can make do, Beta. Mind if I sit at the c

The satyrs's lips tipped up slightly, revealing its sharp teeth—a triumphant gleam in his obsidian eyes. "I can tell you if you give me something in return." He said, stepping closer to the cage. "Name your price," I said through gritted teeth. "A taste of your blood, I won't need much."Satyrs were notorious for being able to con their way into people's memories. All they needed was a taste of blood, and they could see into your mind, see your deepest darkest secrets, your truths. It was a dangerous price to pay, but depending on the amount of blood and the strength of their ability, they might not be able to see too much. But no matter the cost, I needed to know if she was okay. It was eati

Ignoring that fact, she began, “Lykaon pissed Zeus off. Zeus sought revenge in his usual brute way by killing all of Lykaon’s sons but one, and turning Lykaon into a wolf. Nyktimos was Lykaon’s youngest son and had been saved from Zeus’s wrath by Gaia, who hid him in the river. She should have been smart enough to hide him from Lykaon, who was now bitter and still irritated at having lost his reign as king of Arcadia and was now relegated to walking around on all fours howling at the moon.” Elaina paused when she noticed how intently he was staring at her and noticed the quick warmth spreading throughout her body as a result.

Her essence flowed within his blood. And just like how he would not hesitate to burn down into ashes in her love... He wouldn't hesitate to burn anyone who touches her... Leaving no blood, no bones behind... But only Ashes. Ashes to mixed with the dirt. . His fondness was different from others. His love was hidden in his chest. His thirst was drowning in his mind. His desire was leashed with his soul that all needed HIS PERSEPHONE. . He was The HADES. .

She calls this unusual entity, Anti-magic. "What are Harpies?" Theia small voice calls, her eyes haven't left Valerie, not even to glance at the beauty of the ocean the Sirens occupy. She would hear Valerie gasp, cry, whine, and shiver and felt utterly useless. A tense silence falls over them, and Grayson sighs, "they are birds bearing the face of a woman, said to be harbingers of punishment, and employed by Zeus. They torture the guilty as they drag them to Tartarus. The journey is said only to be a day, but their cruel endeavours make it seem longer." Dylan whistles under his breath, his eyes also watching Valerie.

A far cry from the wooden hut that he used to live with ages ago. High walls masked the inside of the premises. A huge garden looms under him whenever he watches over the terrace, by the second floor on the left wing, where his room is located. A single fountain - decorated by the statue of Pan playing his flute (the water goes out of the other end of the instrument) flows endlessly by it's edge, surrounded by man— a satyr-made lake that's teeming with fish. Satyrs, wind spirits, naiads, and maenads interact in the wide area; all of them are his followers who kept the peace in the area.

So many times, I have revisited that memory in my solitude, long after my mates were gone. The centuries that followed were bliss. Together, we had many daughters—fifty in total. Each inherited a fraction of my domain, governing moon cycles every four years to mark the Olympiad. Yet they were different. Some bore Pan’s essence, others Endymion’s. Then I bore twins, and something new was born. One was a satyr, Crotus, who later accompanied the Muses, lending his joy to their song. The other—he was unlike anything we had ever seen. A werewolf. The first of his kind. A son we named Lycaon.

“We had sex near one of the trees, remember? Under one of the trees in that area was a temple for the Faye beings. There, the creatures worshiped their god Pan. He is a satyr, half-goat, half-man. And the one chasing us is Erato, a priestess, and prophet of Pan. For them, what we did was a desecration of their temple. Not only that, but we also destroyed the place a bit. We littered the area, used the branches of the tree for our firewood, and carved our names on the bark of the tree.” Uncle became suddenly terrified of what Mira had said, but he hid the fear in his eyes. He also finally realized what has caused this frightening haunting that has continually plagued him. “I’ll ask for forgiv

He skinned the great snake and saved the hide for a gift. Delphi was a sacred place where he had done his killing, here lived the oracles of Mother Earth, whom the gods themselves consulted. Apollo thought he might as well make his glory as large as possible, and claimed the oracles for his own — bidding them prophesy in his name. Less excusable was Apollo's mistreatment of a satyr named Marsyas. This happy fellow had the misfortune to be an excellent musician — a realm Apollo considered his own and him the master of it alone and where he would brook no rivalry. Hearing the satyr praised too often, Apollo invited him to a contest. The winner was to choose a penalty to which the loser would h

"Just... just this..." The priest sniffed it. He sighed heavily. "This is 'Seed of Pan'. A cheap satyr fertility drug. Thirty days straight guarantees a baby. But it never causes birth defects this bad." His voice turned deadly serious. "Unless... someone took a massive overdose." Guards dragged a satyr in right away. The half-man, half-goat looked terrified. "It's not my fault! I just followed the ancient recipe!" he cried. Evadne lunged like a wild animal. She choked the satyr. "You liar! You said thirty days! Why does my baby look like this?"