Greek Mythology Lamia Novels & Stories

I could only cry. Just when I thought I was free. Perhaps they were right after all, I was cursed by the moon goddess herself. I wondered what wrong I had done to the moon goddess in my past life to be subjected to this kind of life. With pain, I stood up from the bed, putting on my clothes slowly. My bottom was throbbing with pain. I could hardly stand fully on my feet. I stared at the room for the last time in tears then I turned around. It hurt so much that I was even unwanted by everyone I came across including my mates.

She asked to be sure. "Exactly." "Was it?" She asked and he looked at her. "What do you think?" She shrugged her shoulders. "It was." He replied. "Is that why you make the human sacrifices every year?" "What do you expect? We were told that was the only way to stop the curse." "Did it?" "No." He exhaled heavily. "I heard so much about lycans, people believe they are devil's in disguise, more dangerous than a werewolf. They have no emotions, that is why Zeus had punished them."

“So it must be one of his.” “Who, Thassa?” “Our mother,” he said, “She was the Oracle, the one who saw the future. She knew that he was a part of it.” “But there are so many? How will you search them all?” Miasma’s gentling presence reaches for Ilyria. There will be time, she says. There is always time. Ilyria was not reassured. She saw the bubbles rising and bouncing around Thassa. One of these was the relic? Or one of these showed the way to the relic?

****** Irya" From the moment I first laid eyes on Lyca, I've been shadowing her, and now they're battling a siren to cross the ocean and enter another dimension. What are their intentions there? I'm not sure, as I've been maintaining a safe distance to avoid detection. I watched as Zack punched the siren, followed by Damon kicking it, and then Lyca. Lyca seized the siren's hands, spun it around in the air effortlessly, and then hurled it away like a mere pebble. They appeared like children frolicking in the sea. I was astounded by her. Who would have thought that a seemingly insignificant girl could transform into such a formidable wolf? However, it doesn't change the fact that she killed my

Resting heavily against her collarbone is a platinum pendant, a howling wolf encircled by a crown of thorns and a crescent moon. "Is that what I think it is?" I ask, staring at the ancient seal, a profound sense of awe and terror washing over me. Valerius nods slowly, his face pale. "Yeah. The woman on Draven’s arm appears to be a Royal Lycan. The Rose of Light."

Her head was nearly resting against my shoulder. I don’t know what Eugenius and my father are up to. But I will protect you, Ismene-Eirene. “They are the Pompeius family of Lerna. They use the hydra as their family symbol. There are always five. Like the mythical creature, they cannot be killed by ordinary means. Their heads must be removed with either, and I’m rusty on this part, an enchanted fire sword or an enchanted golden sword of Athena.” I sighed. “That's at least the myth of the family. The only facts that I know for sure are the name, there's always five, and they are mercenaries who never fail." I explained.

Is that all she has? “Yes, I’m a whore and I love it. You’re pathetic Selene. You had no right to break that barrier. I don’t want a mate and I never wanted one. Or did you forget your vow that you wouldn’t interfere with me? I am the Goddess of Hell, Selene, and you have broken that vow.” I grab her by her sopping wet hair and punch her in the face. Blood splatters on my cheek when growls ring around me. I roar loudly and they whimper in fear. “Let her go, Gaia!” I growl as I grab her around the throat as I face her mate Lycaon.

What if it had sensed her? Another memory flickered painfully through her mind before she could stop it. Lealla standing inside celestial halls while ancient elders whispered about forgotten things sleeping beneath the earth. Creatures older than kingdoms. Older than wolves. Beings once sealed away during celestial wars because even immortals feared what happened if they awakened fully. Freya physically tensed. Eros noticed instantly. “What did you remember?” She looked toward him slowly. “Lealla knew something existed beneath the mountains.” Dylan’s face darkened immediately.

Goddess, they hadn’t spent much time together, and already it felt so… intimate and comfortable. The streets began to clear, the suburbs turning into the forests surrounding the windy roads. It was quite lulling, and Alicia knew she would sleep comfortably right now if she could. But she didn’t, especially when Rowan started speaking. “My mother, Lamia, was an Omega,” he began, his thumb caressing her hand where they were interlinked. He wasn’t looking at Alicia; his face was tilted towards the window, the reflection of those inky dark eyes unclear and looking far beyond the scenery.

The language in the documents was chilling. "The great fox wishes to have the lamb's stomach." "The great tiger wants the heart of a lamb." "The rest of the lamb can be turned into soup." It read like a twisted fable, but Aria wasn't taking it at face value. In context, the fox, tiger, and lamb were clearly people. The predators were coming to "feast", and the lambs? Likely the young women in the building. In ancient Farshyan mythology, demons called humans "lambs".