Greek Mythology Lamia Novels & Stories

“No, this isn’t your run of the mill psycho. It is much, much worse than that. She’s one of the Lamides. They were Dionysius nursemaids. In a jealous fit, Hera drove them mad to kill the baby god in revenge for Zeus’ unfaithfulness. They slaughtered everyone, but Hermes saved Dionysius in time.” “It was not our fault,” Lysandra shouted with a wild look in her eyes. “We suffered just as much as those who were slain! I lost my sons! My strong, beautiful sons… Now only I am left…” Her voice drifted off, and she shifted her focus back on Zephyra with crazed determination. “Your mother has negated my every attempt at reconciliation with the nymphs. First, she took Clancey from me! I would’ve had

The Fairy said that the Lamia was a creature, once a child-eating monster, that in later centuries was regarded as a type of night-haunting demon. From their view, the creature looks like a dark, scaly half-snake, half-woman. It has scaly arms and fiery red eyes. The Lamia has been ascribed serpentine qualities. In ancient legend, Lamia was a woman of fantastic beauty until a god cursed her. Her once-glamorous visage was twisted into horrific ugliness to fit her newfound craving for children's blood, but she more or less kept a human form. She was, however, renowned for wearing a skirt of snakeskin that covered her legs. It has a foul odour coming from its mouth and has been pointed out as a

"The Sapphire Throne's twin is beneath those waves, Elara. But it isn't a throne of ice. It is a Throne of Memory." We brought the marble sleds to a halt at the edge of the cliffs. The ten thousand wolves dismounted, their gold eyes reflecting the violent lightning of the Coast. They looked at the churning black water and then at me. "Selene is already down there," I said, the sapphire-frost in my eyes pulsing. "I can feel her. She's trying to wake the Tide-Mother." "Who is the Tide-Mother?" Leo asked, his hand tight on his dagger.

The ancient succubus shed her delicate form, morphing into a giant, terrifying Lamia that coiled upward toward the ceiling, her black scales reflecting the harsh room lights while her long fangs dripped with black venom. “The girl is mine!” Odyssey roared. Her voice had completely changed into a deep, guttural, and terrifying screech that shook the entire house to its foundations. “How dare you interfere!”

I asked Kiara. "We all know her as Manny; she is the oldest wolf in the pack; she is blessed by the moon goddess with the gift of seeing into the future; whatever she saw in her visions was always accurate, if it was something bad she provided ways to avert it; she served the Alpha before Axios, and Axios as well, but she went crazy when Axios and Mira died, blaming herself for not seeing that future." "Axios died? What are you talking about?" I asked her.

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

She thought as she began to unleash her pent up emotions, "Sir Amaris, you've been going on and on about wolves, Luna Kingdom, whirlpools and blah blah blah. Saying and doing one thing after another that I have never seen nor heard of before. You also kept me hostage, not letting me go to my home where my grandmother is currently waiting for me, probably worried sick that her granddaughter hasn't made it back home when it's way past closing hours." "You did not for once consider how I'm handling all this but instead barrage me with one question after another! I'm sorry but I don't know any special entry or exit of the bathroom, it's the same door we all use." Arya said as she stood up from t

" It's looks as if Pomelia's fearful little friends has caught the attention of a priestess." The orb immediately shifted to the view of the hallway leading to where Pomelia and Warren were. The poor frantic friend of Pomelia was dragging a tall, thin woman down the hall. Crying ang fussing about 'a beast with a musk of death.' Makaria frown as such a description of her assigned make. The girl could make such assumptions but could not even care to stay with her friend so that they beast' would not kill her friend! Humans were odd and she was so gracious as to not be one anymore.

I put my hand on her knee to get her attention. “Too many olives.” She dismisses my concern and turns to Jasper. “Jasper, werewolves are polytheistic. The Greek Moon Goddess, Selene, is the mother of all of our wolf spirits. Zeus gave her permission to have a relationship with a human. The short story is, that is how werewolves came to be. There are lots of goddesses, but the Moon Goddess is the one who gave you Katie and Kara as mates.” “A Greek Goddess doles out werewolf mates to whoever she feels like?” Jasper laughs. “Sure, and I have a bridge to sell you in Brooklyn.”

"No loner can survive these islands. It is plagued with cannibals, Pirates from the near seas and rogue wolves. The moon goddess must have her eyes on you for you to have come this far" I looked at her, food stuffed in my mouth, not knowing what to say or how to respond. "We are merchants delivering goods to BloodHowl Kingdom. We will drop you off there and go back to our lands. I heard their Lycan King is fierce, but generous. He might just let you stay" I nodded my head and she let me get some sleep. I laid down, completely exhausted, dreaming about meeting the Lycan King. But in my dreams, when he turns to me, he tells me to leave his presence, and I am dragged away by guards to the deepe