Novel & Cerita Greek Mythology Echidna

I asked him, panic thick in my voice as I suddenly looked around in fright and waited for whatever this evil may be to suddenly attack me since I was aware of its existence. "Tis a tale, is it not?" he casually spoke with a shrug and I shook my head. "There is truth in myths, Abigor. You of all people should know that," he was a man of intelligence, no doubt a man that should be aware of truths in all matters myth or folklore, "and what you have described...only one mythical creature is capable of sucking the blood out of its victims..." Master Abigor looked down at me, his eyes emotionless yet eager. The left corner of his lips slightly raised as he gave me a slow blink, "and which mythical

There were tales from a very long time ago, about a child that was born from a Goddess and her earthly mate. Whether I have a demigod or a demigoddess, due to the fact that I am a mixture of everything that came to be, I may even create a Nephilim. We do not know for certain what can come of this pregnancy at all. Alveric assumed that a Lycaon wolf may come of this but then that would mean the reincarnation of an evil entity. That could mean the start of a new prophecy and maybe, it could mean that Cephalus has something to do with this. In a scroll that was recently translated, which was found in a lost city in Greece, we learnt of an untold prophecy of Cephalus having a son who would turn

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v

Subsequent to, the other one said, " I am the primordial God of darkness and the consort of Night —Erebus." John was flabbergasted or perhaps, he thought he was in his fantasy world without any indecision, so to investigate if that was dream or not, he tweaked his skin, however, at first he hesitated, but soon he understood that it was required to check the outcome — though, it was not as he anticipated, he felt the pain, the pain one felt when tweaked the skin. He was freaked out, at that moment, he was feeling like a some jerk, who is given a chance to see the great two, rumored Goddess and God, 'Theia, the Goddess of the light of the blue sky and Erebus, primordial God of darkness and the

At first, Lucius tensed, but a moment later, he relaxed, as if he was melting at my touch. “That I can do,” he breathed out. “The story of my mother is yet another link in the messed-up story of the bloodlines. My father kept insisting we were cursed by the Moon Goddess herself hence why we started disappearing. Eden, that monster you saw the other day is Xabat. If you haven’t managed to put the pieces together yet, he is my Lycan. The last of the kind. A walking legend, the last link connecting the past to today.”

The night my mom died was the night the leader of the black werewolf and vampire - The almighty one as he's being called tried to take the life of the Elected one, so he won't be dethroned. No wonder the town was in disarray that particular night , it's quite obvious that these beings and humans can't peaceful coexist , we would continue to be their prey. My mission alongside other humans who have been victims of vampire attacks is to eradicate them all. Everyone of them including the Almighty one!!. California ... Athena's POV continued. "What in the world just happened?!" I thought staring at the book terrified. I raised my hands up to my face and looked at it , I don't have super powers r

"Rhea managed to save the youngest, Zeus, by hiding him away on the island of Crete, fed Kronos a stone wrapped in the swaddling clothes of an infant. The god grew up, forced Kronos to disgorge his swallowed offspring, and led the Olympians in a ten-year war against the Titans, before driving them defeated into the pit, of what we call hell. Do you know what it's called?" I asked Mac and he nodded. "Yes, the pit of silence and I don't give a fuck about Greek Myth." He whined and I laughed softly. "Tartarus. It's where all Mythological monsters and beings go after being destroyed, Except for gods, who fade away if they lose too many supporters and prayers. I don't want you to fail the rest to

I knew it took everything in her to have uttered the word; she seemed to see herself above everyone. I took a seat just beside Lena, and I placed her hands in mine, holding on. "Hecuba, Lena's mother was no ordinary woman, but before then she had been an average wolf. Odis was a deity; he had always been greedy for power, and due to his mild ambitions he could no longer remain with his fellows; he came down to rule over the werewolves.

My fascination with books and weird things that floats around us made it worse, I guess. “Hephaestus was thrown off in mt Olympus because he is a parthenogenous child. He was the ugliest of all the Gods in Greek mythology." a masculine yet irritating voice entered my tympanic membrane. I looked up fixing my glasses who the hell is it? Am I hearing voices this time? To my dismay, I looked around, and damn I shouldn't have known who was it. The one and only Adam the so full of himself and every basic chick dream guy. I stared at him without a hint of emotion and went back to reading.

Some described them as men eating demons. In some languages, they were referred to as 'those cursed by the moon'. Their origin could be traced back to Greek mythology with Lycaon who was believed to have been cursed by Zeus himself. Then there was some nordic folklore also. There were those who swore to have encountered these creatures in real life. Yet it all seemed so... unreal. Tales and nothing more. I recalled that night at Esme's party again. Denial was only making things harder for me. It was as though I were staring the answer right in the face and rejecting it. I refused to believe it. Not when it went against everything I knew and this boring life I lived.