Ladon Myth Novels & Stories

“Brielle, you were next dear. What’s your answer?” Brielle’s eyes met Reid’s for a moment. He shot her a quick wink as he grinned at her, before suddenly turning his attention away and plastering on a frown. Did he just…? “Uh,” Brielle started, still slightly confused from the interaction with Reid. “King Lycaon of Arcadia. When Zeus came down to earth, he disguised himself as a human man. Lycaon was skeptical, so he tested him. He took a child to the alter of Zeus Lycaeus and killed him as a sacrifice. Disgusted by Lycaon’s actions, Zeus cursed him and turned him into a wolf, without the ability to turn back human.” Brielle concluded.

"Terrifying." "According to stories passed down from generation to generation, Kallisto was pregnant with a son named Arkas and killed his mother after Hera cursed Kallisto to become a bear. Likaon killed Arkas, serving his flesh to Zeus. An angry Zeus cursed Likaon to become the wolf king, while Arkas and his mother became the constellations. “Wait,” Thomas interjected, “my brain is forming its storyline, maybe….”

Aries wasn’t far behind, groaning her name as he came, burying his face in her neck. They stayed like that, breathless and clinging to each other. “We’ll figure this out,” he whispered into her wet skin. “No matter what.” — Later That Morning The throne room felt colder today. Even with sunlight bleeding through the stained-glass windows, the air was still. The elders had gathered, silent and expectant, as Aries and Aurora stood before them. One of the elders—a wiry old wolf named Calder—spoke first. “There are old legends,” he began, “of a Lycan born under a blood eclipse. A creature born not only of moon and wolf, but of ancient fire. A power so immense it could lay waste to kingdoms or sa

Human ears wouldn’t catch it, but mine did, clear as day: “Vasilias Lykaon.” The name hit like a shock. Lykaon—the old wolf king, tied to myths and curses. Why was Jerry saying it? My pulse raced, the wine glass heavy in my hand. I glanced at Debby, but she hadn’t heard, her eyes still burning into me. I couldn’t tell her—not yet. Not until I knew what it meant, what Jerry’s power was tied to. The bloodstone, Lykaon, Damon’s hunt—it was all closing in, and I was stuck in the middle, torn between my son and the woman I couldn’t let go.

It was a significant blow to their military strength. Ultimately, it was determined that Daemon and Adriana would use a more powerful communication device to contact their Betas. Allandro, with Lysandros, would portal the Earth Realm and return with a hundred Shifter warriors into the Fae Realm. It was much the same as when we aided Daemon and Adriana. Lysandros suggested that they be transported as soon as possible to give them time to acclimate and learn about the possible monsters they might be battling.

Lennox stood up and pranced over to his parents, “I’m Leonidas, it means lion strength. He licked his moms and he rubbed his head on both his fathers’ chest. “You are very handsome”, Selene said giggling, she knew Leonidas was going to be a spunky one. He walked over to Lyla and nuzzled her, “Nice to meet you Leo”, Lyla said sweetly, happy to finally meet her brother. Adonis and Ares shifted at the same time, two stunning pure black Lycan’s, streaks of purple on their fur. Their eyes matching their human ones, one purple and one grey. They opened their mind link.

His instructions must be carried out to the tiniest detail, or else he gets rid of you and makes another wolf, just like you. His name is Dymion the Second, and he is the first son of Endymion and Selene, the moon God and moon goddess. Endymion, in Greek mythology a beautiful youth who spent much of his life in perpetual sleep. Endymion’s parentage varies among the different ancient references and stories, but several traditions say that he was originally the king of Elis. According to one tradition, Zeus offered him anything that he might desire, and Endymion chose an everlasting sleep in which he might remain youthful forever. According to another version of the myth, Endymion’s eternal sl

Dada the impish god of rebellious children, son of Aroni the one-legged Orisha of the forest and Aja the lady of the wild, and patron of the forest folks, he was a source of constant grief to his parents for unlike his celebrated elder brother, Ososhi the hero god of hunters, he was the black sheep, bringing nothing but trouble to his parents doorstep. For one day he stole into Ogun’s forge under the hills of Ire to steal his pet dog on a dare by Lanroye, whom he takes as mentor in spite of his mother’s warnings, a beautiful creature coveted by all, with furs of delicate brass and eyes of rare stones.

Suddenly Ladon's head spurted water to extinguish the fire. “Shit! Let's go now!” exclaimed Leon. They ran towards the entrance of the hall they had passed earlier. Claire flew with the power of the wind, while Leon ran in shoes belonging to the god Hermes. Unexpectedly, a dragon as big as Ladon now flies after them. The heavy flapping of its wings caused many trees to fall and forced both Claire and Leon to slow down. Ladon's rampage turned Hera's garden into a storm as if they were in the sea. A great rain began to fall and a whirlwind began to form.

But she was good at it. “This part says Ladon was created by a witch called Selphira. She was banished from the High Coven for crimes against nature.” “Crimes like creating monsters?” Kira nodded. “Exactly. It says Ladon was meant to guard a hidden gate. A portal that connects this world to something worse. Something that even witches feared.” “Great,” I muttered. “So we’re not just dealing with a monster. We’re dealing with a key.” Kira’s face darkened. “It says Ladon cannot be destroyed by conventional means. Its blood is toxic. It regenerates in seconds. And if it tastes the blood of its slayer, the heads multiply faster.”