Hypnos Myths Novels & Stories

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

She knows a lost battle when she sees one. Besides, a day-off does sounds lovely… although it had been kind of strange to hear from Rei out of nowhere, considering that the son of Hypnos–like his father–preferred to waste his life away in his private hospital room after the Righteous Purge killed most of his family, sleeping and traversing in the land of dreams instead of living his life peacefully on the mortal realm. But sometimes, on a whim, the old man likes to help out as much as he can. Proserpina knows that his grandson personally asking for her must have been serious.

“Hear me out first. I know what happened on your birthday. I’m sorry I denied you and Sequoia to train. If I hadn’t been so selfish in protecting my identity, you would have been able to protect yourself that horrible night. My brother Tantalus is my sworn enemy. No, he and I have never crossed paths, but he made a point of getting a message delivered to me. “Larisa glances at her sleeping granddaughter. Tantalus swore he would kill any child that I have if he fails then my grandchildren. As you know he was thrown out of Olympus. One night he was welcomed at the table with the other God and Goddess, but he stole ambrosia and nectars, thinking it would make his people immortal and reveal di

The hungry kiss from his no-fur riled up something deep inside Hades. Memories bubbled to the surface of his mind, unwelcome ones that made him snarl again. Hades dropped to his knees, bearing the no-fur down to the hard surface of the bridge. He drove his cock into the small body under him, trying to forget what the magick from the stinging nettles was dragging up.