Hyacinth Mythology Novels & Stories

All the boys turned to stare at me with surprise on their faces. “You're the moon goddess?” Conan choked. “Hell no! I don't what he's talking about”, I answered hastily. What the hell? “Are you denying it or something? He risked his life to save you, so why won't you help him if you could?” Eric barked. “I'm not the moon goddess”, I said desperately. “Not yet. But you're her heir. You should pray to the moon goddess to save your mate Jovita, she specially picked him for you”

It would be like our love is giving my mate a gift. Baron begins purring as GoldMoon steps out of the forest. I watch as Madelyn’s eyes go wide. “GoldMoon is the Cerynian Hind,” I tell her. “From Greek Mythology? That Cerynian Hind?” she asks. “That’s the one. Although I guess there is some question about whether she was more sacred to the Goddess Artemis in Greek mythology, or to the elves here.” "The elves," both Ailduin and Aolis say together.

Aurora closed her eyes and just for a moment, there in the darkness, she saw her mother and father as they had been when they were alive, glowing with an abundance of love and happiness. “Not exactly. My father was the first hybrid vampire to ever fall in love with a human; my mother. She was really something Gabriel. If you had met her you would have been in awe of her. She was a Scythian woman, those the history books called Amazons. She was beautiful and strong, but she was also of the royal bloodline. A queen by title, but in truth, she was a warrior. She led many horseback raids on caravans of the rich taking only enough to support the clan, enough to keep everyone fed and comfortable.

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

Of all the beauty, hers was the most divine. Her purple eyes gleamed with her grey armor as she rose from the ashes, did her purple gaze shine with her tears or her enemy’s blood? They were afraid to call her by her name……. Athena. I am Athena Raven Lark, and this is my Story.

“Your friend drugged you and you thought it was funny?” So, I wasn’t the only one that needed therapy. Why did I find that comforting? Man, what was that saying again? Oh, right. Misery loves company. “Hemlock is the god of poison. It’s what he does.” He said in lieu of explanation. “Mm, right. We’ll circle back around to that later. Who is Aranea?” Azrael’s sloped nose wrinkled. “Goddess of arachnids, and before you say anything about her, she has spies everywhere. I speak from experience when I say you do not want to be on her bad side.”

He was a vampire, obviously, his presence carrying that same unmistakable stillness she had learned to recognize, but she had never seen him before, and outsiders weren't allowed inside the mansion, were they? "Galanthus, so precious, and a beautiful flower resembling purity and hope. While Eranthis, a toxic, poisonous flower just like the people in this palace. They are poles apart yet are being forced to stay in the same place. No wonder galanthus withered faster than their actual time. And look at those vicious things, they still have some life in them." Zinnia wasn't familiar with this much information, yet she couldn't stop herself from saying something, the words slipping out before sh

"Are you one of the palace maids?" "No!" the nymph growled, feeling offended. "I'm Minthe, daughter of the Underworld river god Cocytus and a beloved of Hades." Persephone immediately felt that she did not like the nymph. Now she was surprised even more to find out that this was Hades' lover. The maiden felt her empty stomach churn. It was like the sting of a thousand bees had pierced her being. Persephone had never known this kind of anguish before, and that confused and enraged her all at once.

Zephyr looked at me, but soon his gaze skimmed back to Juliette as she almost squealed. “Oh my God! Are you serious? You know about them! I am so touched that I am not the only astrophile in Lycannora. Do you know the legend of the Virgo?” Juliette asked excitedly. “Virgo, isn’t she the personification of Persephone, who was abducted by the God of the underworld, Hades?” “Yes! Oh my God! I can’t believe this,” Juliette and Zephyr went on to have some more out of my syllabus talks about constellations and stars and the legends associated with them.

Those purist nobles were going to have a fit, but I had an excellent argument to throw at them. Most of the multispecies matings were true mates, fated by Selene, the Moon Goddess and Helios. Also fated by Nyx since it now included vampires. Nyx was an interesting deity. Most tended to assume that she would most likely be evil because she was the Goddess of Night and Vampires, but that was far from the truth. She was an ancient deity that appeared at the dawn of creation. A beautiful winged Goddess.