Greek Mythology Lamia Novels & Stories

"She believed killing her mother's children would complete some ancient ritual, transferring all power to the Lycans alone." "Is that why witches went into hiding? Why they abandoned the wolves when they begged for help?" My mother's face falls. "We were afraid. A thousand years passed, and still, we hid. Until Darian was born." Lucas's father. The tyrant king. "But there was hope," she says quickly, seeing my expression. "The goddess's spirit chose to speak to a young wolf named Amaris." I freeze. "Amaris? But I thought..." "No. Amaris wasn't a witch." My mother leans forward. "She was a simple wolf, chosen by the goddess herself to be high priestess. When the goddess tried to stop the war

said Cameron with a scowl. “When I identified the sapphire dragon as the one who’d kidnapped you, they immediately knew it was Glynis,” said Lianne from beside her in a whispered tone. “Apparently, she is one of the few females in the clan who can shift, and none of the others are blue. She didn’t count on having a witness remain, I guess, or perhaps she was so arrogant it never occurred to her. When Cameron learned of her part in the treachery, he seemed hell-bent on ripping her apart as well, but sanity prevailed, and he banished her instead. He dropped her into English territory,” said Lianne as she sipped from her goblet.

"The omega servant system has been part of Lycan law for generations. What justification exists for removing it entirely." Silas looked at his council members. One of them, the one who had been present at the dinner with Oscar, stood up. "Research and evidence gathered recently has confirmed what has been a long standing rumor in Lycan history," the council member said. He kept his voice steady and professional. "Omegas are not a separate lower class of being as has been assumed. They are the descendants of vampires. Their bloodline connects directly to the vampire population that was sealed underground during the conflict one thousand years ago."

“That’s not possible.” “No, it’s not.” Since the beginning of time—since Nyx, the Moon Goddess, and Hecate, Goddess of Magic made their home Lunar Isle—one thing remained true amongst the witches. Magic always came in the form of a well deep within the soul. Go too deep, draw too much, and you’d burn yourself out. Some wells were shallow, pathetic things, whilst others ran deeper. My brother heaved a great sigh, then turned his head to stare out the window. Down below was a strip of Lunar Isle’s beach. People ran down the length of it, some sporting surf boards and others hauling packs filled with snacks, towels, and an umbrella.

She was untainted, she was the most intelligent, she was the most beautiful, she was the most powerful and she was human. Human, she was, with blood running through her veins and a steady heartbeat, but there was evil lurking around the big mansion, an evil being who had his eye on little lamb Aphrodite. An evil being with sharp teeth and a thirst for human blood. An evil being who craved to dig his teeth into her neck...not to suck her blood, but to mark her. A vampire. Her Master. Abigor.

Then there were the nights I dreamt of Lamia and woke with a burning ache in my chest. For three years, I don’t think I had had a decent night's sleep. Yet none were as threatening and all-consuming as the night I woke in hysterics a little over two years ago. I had dreamt of Lamia, her emerald eyes stared at me, burning into me. A wicked smile had come across her face, one born of pure evil. That’s when her face began to reshape. Her hair became black as onyx, and her eyes glowed brightly as she began to morph into her beast. Yet it wasn’t her beast it was more Lycan. Her claws scraped across my chest and her teeth sank into my arm. And I remember to this day the burning feeling that spread

We could never love another the same. "I feel it, Parum Lamia," cupping her face in my hands, I caressed her sharp cheekbones that didn't seem as sharp before, "I feel it." "Parum Lamia?" Lilith quizzed. "It's Latin for little vampire," the witch translated which had both Lilith and me glaring at her, "well, Lamia can be translated to witch and some other creatures as well but it works pretty well as vampire." "You speak Latin?" Lilith asked me with a glint sparking in her eyes.

June leaned closer to confirm her suspicions of the creature that Madison found to make sure that it was what Veronica had morphed into. “A Lamia? “June said. She read the description of the folklore. “Seriously, where did you find this book? “ “Like I told you before, I found it on the bookshelf down there,” Madison said as she continued to scroll through the pages. “Trying to find out what coach Lockwood turn into? “April G asked. “Yeah, I think I just found it,” “Well, do not keep us in suspense,” June said. “He was an aqrabuamelu. Apparently, it is a scorpion human hybrid that feeds on virgins and young women, “

But hearing that it was actually the Human’s idea to seek help and look for ways to make Lord Dimitri happy, she decided to give her a chance and maybe observe what she is about to do. Maybe she has had a change of heart and is trying to make it up to the Lord by doing her best for him. So she reluctantly helped and wrote down everything that she learned about giving pleasure. The Lamia is an all-woman race and they need men from other races to reproduce. But given their lower bodies being that of large snakes, most sentient races are afraid of them and treat them like monsters. The Lamias also know better than to have children just with any race. That is why their most preferred male is hum

One night, Lamia stood atop a high hill, her rage so potent it felt like a physical weight. “I will destroy the world of men! I want every human to perish!” she screamed into the void. A cold night wind whispered in her ear—a haunting, melodic voice calling her closer. “I can help you. I hate them as much as you do,” the voice hissed. "Who are you? Tell me how!” “Step into my realm. Your hatred is potent enough to shatter the seal.” "A gate? A seal?" Suddenly, Lamia saw two massive, flat stones by the roadside. A shimmering barrier flickered between the world of men and the space around the rocks.