Ifrit Mythology Novels & Stories

While we sorted historical sources by dates, we started a casual conversation on the topic of religion. In Littai, as well as in Maskigne, the majority of the population believed that they owed their lives to the Bright Hard. He created the upper world and populated it with people and animals. Hard gave some people a divine spark, as a result of which magical gifts were opened in them. His twin brother Drah created his own world out of envy, but something went wrong, and as a result, all its inhabitants turned into terrible creatures. People believed that the brothers' worlds were separated by a thin line, and everyone who did not lead a righteous life in the upper world could be taken away

I fell to the floor, grunting as I did, and the fucking Ifrinn marched towards me, his eyes flashing in his bloodlust. These creatures were said to be the worst of the worst. Hailed from the darkness, they didn’t have anything, except an unending lust to kill and maim and destroy. They were summoned by a master, mostly to finish or kill a person off and they never failed. Mostly. I had half an idea who must have summoned this creature.

I pressed the blade of my knife to the flesh connecting her ear to her head. “Make no mistake, Lilith. Lying to me will only worsen your situation,” I spat, and she nodded, trembling with fear. “Talk.” She swallowed hard, lowering her gaze to the floor. “It’s a mythical creature that was created from both celestial magic and darkness. Due to its terrifying bloodlust, it was sealed in oblivion by the goddess of light.” She bit her lower lip, shifting slightly. “It awakens every eclipse to possess the body of its vessel.”

Dreadful icons were added to her pictograph completely changing her work while she continued with her chant, ignorant of the changes. "An oath shall be sworn here witnessed by Themis, Goddess of the Scale I shall attain all principles of Etheria And be the mistress of all evils of the 13 Hells! From the Seventh Palace, attended to by three great heralds of power, Come forth from the Throne of Slumber, Answer to the name of Rubisviel Althreya Fyaril, Orchid Butterfly Witch of the Dark Forest!"

The fountain will pour out water as clear as crystal and the broken glass doors will mend themselves standing tall. The overgrown garden will turn into a beautiful piece of heaven with butterflies flying around the colorful flowers. "Gullon see aati hai Mehak aisi Khabar shehar ko hojati hai aamad e bahar ki" my head snapped to the source of voice but I found no one. The voice of this male was dominating, strong and deep like that of a powerful man. (The scent flows through the garden as such That's the whole town gets the new of spring's arrival)

"She lived through it Di. She got through and survived, just like you." "How could they try to sacrifice a child to a god that may not exist?" "What god? You mean the moon goddess?" "No...Lycrith, god of the Lycans, or god of Darkness to others... The cult tricked my grandfather in believing it was her, but it was never her, it was Lycrith that they worshipped. They believed that one day Lycans will return back from extinction, ruling over wolves and humanity alike. " I looked down to the rabbit and stroked my hand across its soft head one last time before gently placing it on the ground.

No - this was the Pheonix, the creature of fire and destruction, the legend that was spoken about around soldier's campfires before battle. Ambrose couldn't decide whether it made him love her even more, or if it made him fear her. Either way, he had been blessed to have found her, to have been given such a selfless and courageous mate - she was his equal in every way, and superior countless others. Igritann could not have asked for a better Queen. Rallying his own strength, the Lord of mountains sent his own destruction upon Vince's men. Throwing punches of stone and rock on the ranks of dark soldiers. Crushing grown males with rocks the same weight as the earth, and cleaving open the groun

Eventually, they traced the source of the video back to Ifrit’s personal account and began to press her for the full story. Ifrit refused to comment for a long time before finally uploading a cryptic video where she insinuated that Freya was playing some special game with those men. She assumed this was all she needed to take the heat off her and undermine Freya. To her surprise, a wave of counterattacks came as soon as she uploaded the video.

I left out all the Idris info to him, not knowing if my brother knows him or not. “A Phoenix Aurora? How did you know about them? No one ever speaks of them anymore since they have been extinct for so long.” He looks at me truly puzzled by what I have said. “You see a Phoenix is the Lord of all creation, before everything from the very beginning. Men invented books depicting of a “human god” the all mighty that made everything from nothing. This is not true. The Phoenix, is the most rare mythical creature to have ever lived. Noone has seen one in hundreds and thousands of years, they have the power to build life, the power of true creation. But alas, they have died out a victim of their own

I tried to reassure her again. Kezira shook her head slowly. “None of us are fine. We don’t have iFtar so we’re not valuable,” I blinked in surprise and lowered my voice. “iFtar? What—” “iFtar, the magic of the gods. We don’t have it so–” “Kezira don’t be ridiculous,” I shook my head. “IFtar doesn’t actually exist. Of course, we don’t have it. What does that have to do with anything,”