Kanima Myth Novels & Stories

Her arm—partially transformed into dragon form—swiped through them, batting the orbs back toward the shamans. Some of the shamans crumpled where they stood, writhing and screaming as invisible burns licked at their flesh. The rest managed to shield themselves in time. Kana didn’t pause. Half her body had already shifted—scales stretching tight over muscle, her features grotesquely beautiful, a perfect echo of Zylas’s dragon form. Fire erupted from her clawed hand, roaring to life as she dove into the shamans. She moved with terrifying fluidity, dodging their attacks as though driven by instinct—or likely the unborn dragon guiding her.

Galatrina sighed and smiled at the moon. "Alucard, the executioner. You sure are fast. And Teresa, the death dealer. A warrior that has never been seen to use her demon power to destroy her enemy, and the most powerful one that has ever been created. Even the past generation of warriors could not match up to her combat ability. Truly this is interesting." Galatrina soon continued to walk under the bright full moon. At the peak of the Orasio mountain lies the training ground for warriors partaking in a strict training. One of the trainees that finally be given a rank is Rioka Katanagi. A man in black hood with a grin on his face approaches Rioka.

A mirror that reflected everything he suppressed. Where Adrian was calm, it was wrathful. Where he sought peace, it thirsted for chaos. It mocked his restraint, hated his patience, and every time it spoke, the edges of his mind trembled. They called it an ancient myth in his homeland — that the Kareth was alive, a creature of spirit and flame. Most never believed it, for none had ever reached deep enough to hear its voice or feel its pulse. Only a chosen few — the worthy ones — were said to meet their Kareth face to face.

No one’s aura does that, not even the Gods. I find a large rock and perch myself on it and think over everything that’s just happened. A simple mission to handle rogue sanguidae turned into me finally meeting my animai and it was not at all how I hoped it would be. My animai is a sanguidae, the very first sanguidae in fact. He has God-like attributes, such as the fact he’s stronger than me and can teleport beings and my sword was no match for him.

Finn asks sarcastically. Nyctimus turns his attention to Finn. “It does. In the legend of Inanna, the chosen one would have four knights to protect her. As the god of the underworld would have four horsemen to carry out his work. In today’s version, I understand that was Silas, Orion, Senko, and Farrid.” “How do you know all this?” Curiously Mason asks.

says Ayame and starts chewing on her finger nails as her eyes started to get redder and redder like a tomato. “End of the line, was it Fuujin or Raijin, or a constellation or something inhuman not even known to humankind or from a folklore not from Japan at all, was it from a chinese mythology or perhaps western Europe. Perhaps it may have been from India too…. I’m done.” Says Ayame and lays on the ground looking at the ceiling. “No use~… These guys don’t even know what their leader is.” The yokai fall unconscious from holding their breath for too long one by one like dominoes.

The only thing on my mind now was to get Sharlynn back – the real Sharlynn. I contemplated not going to school the next day after Reyna caused a scene at my house but I kind of felt that I would find Sharlynn back to normal again so I quickly got up from bed and prepared for school. Though aunt Linda already explained what an Unami was – she said that they are as avatars of a very powerful supernatural entity and that though that entity could have avatars representing its different strengths, all the avatars were the same as the entity itself.

“Nearly all. Some lost to time, others hidden, but enough remain to call forth what is needed. They are not just relics, Kaplan. They are promises. Testaments to what once was—and what must be again.” Kaplan’s pulse hammered in his chest. He pressed a hand against the glass wall of the viewing room, as if sheer will might pierce it. He had studied myths his entire life, but myths did not sit in archives waiting to be claimed. Myths did not shine with the dawn-light of Usha herself. “The time is coming when Durga returns to strike down evil again,” Kaelan said, his words carrying the cadence of prophecy. “That is what these texts foretell. And that is why you are so important, Kaplan.”

******* ---------------- Somewhere --------------- Kian is still feeling bad. He can still hear his loved ones calling out to him. He's in another world. The world where the mythical creatures are. The place where the deities live. He is watching the different mythical animals. He befriended them since he was 10 and this place became his hideout. Some of them can change into human form. "My lord, you came." one of the creatures said. Kian can talk to them whether in their original state or human state. ..sulking again?"