Ladon Myth Novels & Stories

"Really? Is it true?" "Yes my dear, beyond the forest of brambles lies the kingdom of Arcadia, long ago their king Lycaon was cursed by God Zeus to turn into a werewolf. Ever since then his descents are shapeshifting wolves. Their kingdom is strong and very powerful, for no one can defeat their army of wolves. Every 25 years they ask for a tribute, of an innocent virgin maiden. That maiden is never seen or heard from again." Rhiannon listened intently, "but this is just a story right?"

3rd person point of view: They say curiosity killed the cat. Well, it is kind of true... It was said that Lycaon, the king of Arcadia - the first Lycan\Werewolf ever, the son of Pelasgus, intended to miss with the Zeus. In hope of knowing if the famous Zeus is truly all-knowing, he decided to test him by serving him the remains roasted flesh of Lycaon's own sacrificed son Nyctimus.

"They now belong to you too, my love" Layla smiled sweetly at him and burrowed under the blanket that covered her entire body. "Will you tell me about the place we're headed now?",she asked again. "Zeta Ōkami is an ancient language that means King of Wolves", Riven began. "This sacred place is named after the first lycan ever, Lycaon" "The very first lycan?",Layla asked in awe. "Yes. He was the very first creature the moon goddess created",Riven continued. "He wasn't an Alpha. He was a Zeta"

The first sight that met him when he opened his eyes was his elder brother, quivering in agony as bits of his own flesh hung off his body. "Draco!" Ladon screamed, his eyes wide with mortification. "Draco, what happened to you?" Draco ignored him and instead turned to Liam. "Please… please make it stop! I'll tell you! I'll tell you everything!" Liam, however, took no notice of him and instead turned his attention to Ladon. He said coldly, "Tell me who put you up to this, or else you'll end up like him." This was all it took for Ladon to give in. He fell to his knees and replied, "Don't kill me, sir! I'll tell you everything you want to know!"

He was a beautiful and happy child, but he grew cold and angry at his mother Selene. Lycaon resented the fact that his mother had to leave him at the rising of the sun. As he grew into a man, Lycaon’s anger turned sour. One night in a fit of rage, whilst in his wolf form, he fatally wounded his father. Selene was heartbroken by the actions of her son, and so she took Endymion to a hidden cave. There she laid him to rest in an ageless sleep for all eternity, so that she might still visit and look upon her beloved’s peaceful body. In a bid to warm the cold heart of her son, Selene blessed him with a lover, a Mate made just for him. Lycaon’s heart was thawed by the love of his Mate, and his co

"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….”

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.

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

"But once in a while I would remember that I was once a king myself who had been second to none but the god's themselves, my adventurous spirit which was not cured in my youth pushed me into breaking the pact and I ventured out to seek adventure once or twice, beyond the lands of the desert men with their veiled women, the women they protected like precious stones at all cost, little help it did them from the likes of me." He chuckled darkly and continued, ‘’but one day I ventured far beyond that, Northward across a narrow sea to lands of cold ice, of long haired men paler than albinos for some of them were as red as the color of crayfish and their women as white as corn meal. It was when La