Jackalope Mythology Novels & Stories

I reminded. “Exactly.” He agreed. “Now, here is the point. Like I told you yesterday, the young lady in your dream is your mother. Your mother is white wolf, and so did everyone you saw. The white wolves are said to be rare species, most people say they are direct decendents of the moon goddess. Well, the Red Lotus is what they call them. They hated the Moon goddess after what happened to their ancestors. So, in order to revenge for their ancestors, they took the decision in their hands to eliminate the white wolves and end the existence of the moon goddess.”

“The Naga people do not eat snakes, but we are closely related. Among the snakes in the forest, there are some that we teach to become dragons if they have the potential.” Dragons? Zen felt that the game story writer had gone overboard with this floor’s lore for some reason. The snake with the potential to become a dragon belongs to Korean mythology. It was also known as the imoogi, although the Chinese have their own versions of snake demons. The Naga were a semi-divine race originating from India and known for their wisdom. On the other hand, the Lamia was a female demon from Greek legends that seduced men and devoured children. What was this mixed pot of snake-themed stories? Zen would ha

Everyone, my wolves, the controlled ones, the alphas, just stared up. Jaws open. Kael pushed through the crowd and grabbed my shoulder. “Sophia… what the hell is that?” I knew. From the old shaman stories whispered around campfires. The ones we hoped were just stories. “That’s what the Moon Goddess locked away,” I said, throat dry. “The thing she sealed in the moon when she created us. To stop it from eating the world.” It laughed. Like nails on a chalkboard mixed with breaking glass. Slow. Painful.

“Yes, the Morrighan is more commonly aligned with ravens and death, but she also had a connection to fertility, kingship, and caring for the land. “Cailleach is also a goddess associated with death and destruction, but also one that grows into new life. She is depicted as riding a wolf, not turning into one, but given that she acts as a foster mother to at least fifty children, we think she may have been a wife to a wolf.” “I can’t help but notice,” I whispered to Matty, “that almost all these wolf myths involve a union between a human and a wolf.” He snorted. “They’re just myths.”

After all, having a mark removed was no easy task. After a while we just sat there in silence watching as the pack children filtered into the bus ready to begin school. Things that my mum had said didn’t make sense. The legend described of a creature called a Lycan. They were said to be the Moon Goddess’s first creations. Beasts that held more strength than that of a wolf and that they walked on two legs. They were also thought to be extinct. “I’m sorry you’ve had to come back to this.” “You have nothing to be sorry for mum. I’m sorry for blocking you all out. Had I come back to visit maybe this could have been prevented.”

Randall said with curiosity written all over his face like every other person on the table. “This parable speaks of four blooded species sharing the blood, which could be a family lifeline. All I can say is that this parable speak clearly of the Oscars, they have Jordan the witch, Alpha Gabriel the werewolf, Beta Gordon the Fox devil and…..” Tasha said paused for a while and Jordan completed her sentence. “Jasmine the goddess of true sight” Jordan said in realization.

Next, he told of the felines Minatious and Micya who took the form of tigers, though their children could take any large cat breed. Cullen frowned as he thought of the old legend. He couldn't recall who the rats or the bulls were. He would have to call Colin, who knew the myth better. Finally, he talked of the Phoenix. There had only ever been one pair who lived and died, only to be reborn. Mattieus and Annos were said to be the first. By the time he talked of the Moon Goddess and how the wolves devoted their allegiance to her in the original war with the humans, Jackson had opened his eyes.

Greek myths had fascinated me last year, but I didn't recall this story. Professor Bergins continues, "Legends says that Lycaon angered Zeus when he served him the remains of a sacrificed boy. Enraged, Zeus turned Lycaon and his sons into wolves." Melanie raised her hand. Her pale cheeks turning pink. "What about Ancient Egypt and the werewolves?" "Loser," a guy whispers, then said louder. "Everyone knows there were no wolves in Egypt, they were jackals."

Jumping out of bed, I didn’t realize I had verbalized this as Jared laughed getting out of bed much slower than me and follows behind me. As I look at my mark, tears well up in my eyes. It is two wolves wrapped around one another. That is a symbol for a true mating and one the Moon Goddess has great expectations of. As I look at Jared’s mark, his matches mine accordingly. Pulling him in to a tight hug I enjoy the moment. Our future looks so bright and promising.

Only then did I notice the mounts pacing restlessly in the farmhouse yard: a skeletal phoenix, three skeletal leopards, and a long-tailed ice dragon. The skeletal phoenix was the same creature I had seen when I was very young—the phoenix skeleton raised by the Aesir who killed my sister. Such mounts belonged exclusively to scholars and priests. The skeletal leopards, their eye sockets hollow and dark, bore stark white bone claws and fangs; they were ferocious in combat.