Jackalope Mythology 소설 & 이야기

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

Both of us wide eyed and confused, Did he know something? Long ago,” he began, “when wolves were first created by the Moon Goddess, there were two types. The Lycanthropes—what you know as werewolves today—and the Spirit Wolves. The Lycanthropes were gifted to certain bloodlines, and over time, they found each other, forming packs and growing stronger together. But the Spirit Wolves—those are a different story.”

I pass the axolytol pool, glowing in the moonlight with all the different colors of the animals sleeping in the pond. As I get deeper into the woods, I hear more shuffling sounds, startled animals bolting away from me. We have deer here, similar to humans, but our deer are more majestic. The leader of our herd is the Ceryneian Hind, the deer of the humans’ Greek mythology. She has antlers of gold and hooves of brass. Her coat is a dappled color and she is fast, faster than almost any animal in our forest, with the notable exception of Dominic, our resident Alpha werewolf and Lucero, the only Unicorn in existence. She is known to the elven community as GoldMoon.

"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.

Hmm, I was starting to like Daniel. "So, our first lesson is all about our origins," I looked at him and listened carefully to every word he said while taking notes in the small notebook he had given me earlier. "Werewolves or lycanthropes in Ancient Greek were made by the Goddess of the Moon, Selene. They were a group of people who could shape-shift into wolves." All I had thought was that werewolves were just a fragment of imagination, but they were real, especially now that I was living among them.

Yuri was fairly certain that her uncle had probably seen this painting over a hundred times, yet it almost seemed to her like Kenji was seeing it for the first time in his life. “Hati and Skoll are the wolves of Norse mythology,” said Kenji, looking down at Yuri, a small smile tugging at the ends of his lips. “Hati chases the moon, and Skoll chases the sun. Thus, the cycle of night and day is due to those two wolves. And it is also believed that when the sun is devoured, there is a solar eclipse, and when the moon is devoured, there is a lunar eclipse.” “In the early days, people try to scare away the wolves by banging a great number of pots and pans together. Thus, because of their individu

They were written by various physicians, historians and hunters. Some myths said that the first in sighting of lycanthropes were in Gilgamesh, wherever that was, in 2100 BC. Other myths said that lycanthropes were seen around 425 BC, in Greece. They were a magical tribe called the Neuri, who could transform into wolves. Nadine paled at some of the rituals that the Acardians had practiced, where they sacrificed humans to their wolfgod. She decided that that was enough. History wasn't pretty.

“It’s not that I can’t… It’s that we don’t want your wee lass to suffer any harm in my doing so. This isn’t a normal protection spell. She’s bound to it, as are those damn ugly creatures. If I yank it free, I don’t know what damage it will do to her when Furor Praecurrens already grips her.” Meadow snarls with the corner of her mouth and huffs back to sit and pick up the book she discarded, too. Pouring over spells for hours has gotten us nothing other than what Kaelin said about Gone Lichi, Leyanne confirmed with Furor Praecrreens. Same ailment, different name in a different culture. Ancient wolves believed it was a sickness in that the spirit runs ahead and leaves the shadow behind. Or som

Goosebumps rise on her flesh under my hand which is resting on the golden lotus. She pulls her hair to one side and holds onto it as she shuffles and turns onto her front. “What the fuck?” my wolf growls the same words that I have to bite back so I don’t worry her. Right between her shoulder blades is a sparrow. My special name for her, and also the Greek symbol of love and connection. That is… well it’s crazy that her mark would contain such a crystal clear image of the tiny bird… but it is not that that bothers me or my wolf. The easily six inch wide wreath of monkshood surrounding the bird is what has set my beast off.

He drew the leather belt and attached the scabbards, “Have we identified the attackers?” Nerea fielded the question, “As a matter of fact we have. The dog people are called Adlets, they enjoy the taste of humans. The big wolf bear things are called waheela, they are wild animals as far as I have been told. As for the flesh golems, they are called Tupilaq, and they come with specific conditions. We'll get into that before we leave.” “This is your captain speaking, we want to thank you for riding the Dreaming Eagle. We ask all passengers to wait for the queen and her entourage to disembark first. That will be all.”