Greek Myth Satyr Novels & Stories

But when asked, they will say they are loyal to the Crown, and in awe of the divine powers their new masters possess. If servants are lazy or disobedient, they are lashed. Sometimes, they are lashed merely because their masters feel like it. Young women, even ones with children, may be purchased by incubi, who will rape them to death, then devour their bodies to avoid the scandal. Satyr priests are often given charge of the resulting orphans, and raise them to please their betters. All satyrs, it is said, have a connection to Black Heaven, even the ones born on Earth. Many of the satyrs I have spoken to believe something great and terrible is coming. They speak of the afterlife opening its g

Her eyes widened as she turned her palm upside down again and again until he had spoken again. "Mautaurs aren't cannibals" The king spoke in a voice that could seep chills to her bones and yet it was surprisingly welcoming to her ears. Instead of being drawn to his voice, Daeira blinked only blinked at him. "How about the satyrs?" "Same," "Hombre?" "Same," Daeira's eyes went to the snake who seemed to calm down now before turning to the king, "Then...you?" "Are you giving yourself as my meal?" he asked rather seriously.

Satine said as if she was telling some enchanted story. “So unlike the scroll I have over there.” She said motioning to the scroll still rolled up. “This scroll is of the families who were actual wolves. And yes before you ask I mean wolf, wolfs, like the animal. They were cursed to be human. The moon goddess in the beginning was very…very child-like. She was wanting to experiment and play. “ Satine spoke as if she was not trying to insult anyone. “So she placed these two curses, which she thought would be blessingings.” Satine continued pausing slightly looking up at Aldric who was holding back any expression.

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.”

He chuckles. “I can see that now.” I respond sarcastically. It’s not that I wasn’t fully aware of what was happening around me, but I just didn’t expect to have to face it so head-on. “I only know about satyrs and centaurs, they were identifiable. A lot of the others look a little unusual to me.”

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."

“Yes. She’s the connection between both sides. Without her, you can’t reach my Mom.” Gunnar let out a sharp breath, already losing patience. “No,” he said. “We’re not doing this.” Summer ignored him and kept going. “To reach her fully, a Satyre has to be involved too,” she said. “They’re the only ones who can summon someone from that realm and hold the connection long enough.” That word alone made the room tense again. Gunnar stepped forward. “Do you even understand what you’re saying?” he asked. “You’re bringing something like that here?”

Below his pants are thin goat's legs with black cloven hooves. “You’re a satyr?” I blink hard in disbelief. “Oh, no your Majesty. I am much more than a satyr.” The creature chuckles at me. He puts his arms and lets them drop to his sides. “I am Pan, but these days I go by Peter Payne.” “Pan is dead. He died two thousand years ago. I… I was in Palodes when Thamus declared it.” I shake my head. “This is a trick.” “Iokaste, dear girl, think back. Why were you in Palodes that day?” The creature crosses his arms and leans against the back of a chair.

The hisses from the snakes and the loud goat neigh from the satyr had me nervously chuckling. “Not you,” the Minotaur boomed. “Silas found out what mates were and once we are allowed to go to the surface, we will find ours!” The satyr said hurriedly. The Minotaur said he was friendly, but he looked absolutely terrifying. Those poor women had to be mated to these monsters. “Come now, we are celebrating. Why don’t you join us?” I gulped as the Satyr pulled my hand. “I’m Rhos,” he gave a fanged smile.

Jessica stuttered. Yuri smirked at Jessica’s stunned expression. “Who do you even fucking think Persephone is?” Jessica’s eyes widened at the codename of the informant who had given her the information on the Phantom XIII of Hati. “Persephone is the name of the companion of the Goddess of Witchcraft, Hekate, in Greek mythology.” Yuri smirked at Jessica’s stunned expression. “That’s right. I am Persephone. You really should have done your research properly. I allowed you to get that information on purpose.”