Ladon Myth Novels & Stories

Then, came a laughter so wild, it scratched at one's ears. “Yes! What a glorious end! To be taken into the bosom of the goddess!” He spread his arms out wide to the heavens, looking nothing less than euphoric. His eyes rolled into his head, and his body seized—caught in a trance. “A wolfless Luna rises in the East, and with her, a lightning strike falls! A new king will rise upon the land, and the Luna will become the goddess! Elandir and his men were no more, swallowed up in the chaos, taken by either the breaking earth, or the flames and dropped from the sky. Screams of anguish and terror soared into the air, mixing with the darkness and flashes of red.

Dailon shook his hand, Adrian shook his hand with a lot of strength. "It's nice to meet you, Adrian, I feel like I've heard that name before," Dailon commented as he pulled back his hand from Adrian's strong grip. "I'm the king of darkness." "I think I've been in your dreams before." Dailon eyes met Lilith as he said that, this made her curious were his dreams about her? "So I'm guessing you're the god of dreams?" "The one and only." "I thought I blocked you from my dreams." "You would need the blessing of dreams for that to be possible." The blessing of dreams was something you had to get from the gods and goddesses themselves but you had to have certain traits it obtain it.

Just like all of us. Tawny springs into action with Crimson, commanding what’s left of the werecat army to charge. “We don’t give up!” She screams! Watching the people I call friends, and the ones I love fight for their life pinches my heart. This should never have been. Electric blue sparks flickered across my knuckles. ‘Do it.’ Duke says. ‘Or Aodh will kill us all.’ Aodh. The god of the underworld. Or one of them. Him being the most powerful in mythology the one who promised Inanna as his bride. He had come for Lamia, or at least her wolf. But she was no longer on this plane of existence.

Darius let out a breath—a disbelieving, almost stunned laugh. “No.” He shook his head, eyes flashing. “No, that’s not possible.” One of the warriors muttered a curse under his breath. Another just stared. Because they knew that name. Everyone did. Theoden wasn’t just a name. It was a legend. An ancient name. A name whispered in wolf mythology. The name of a demigod. Luka swallowed, his voice uneven. “Theo, stop messing around.” Theoden smiled. But there was no humor in it.

The Oracle released his hands and looked fiercely into Adrastus's eyes, "You are the son of a king. Prince Adrastus Talaus Amphictyonis, last of the fire dragons and heir to the throne of Desdayos. You do not belong here in Asgard; the Gods have tricked you. Claim your true destiny on Fire Mountain, save your people." Cindelle's grandmother looked over Adrastus's shoulder, and her face paled, "Loki comes, hurry Adrastus there is no more time, fly true north until cloud meets land, there is a lake there. Before you dive in, whisper "Desdayos," and when you surface, you'll be home." Adrastus could feel the urgency pour from her skin as he raced to the shore, exploding into his dragon as soon a

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v

I knew Hartland and the Midlands had been enemies for decades, but I didn't fully understand how it all came about. "Allow me to tell you about the history of a particular land." Erdina sat down. "This land to be precise. In those early years, there was no such place as Hartland or the Midlands. It was just one united kingdom called Daronia, named after their first ruler, King Daron. He was a strong-willed man, one the Creator had blessed with strength, intelligence and the power to control water. He ruled Daronia for fifty-five peaceful years until he grew so old that he became blind. It was then that he knew he had to get an heir, because he himself was impotent and couldn't have children

Time is a cruel mistress. It uses things and leaves them behind in the sea of what once was. Eidola, (plural for eidolon) fits into this category. The phenomenon comes from a singular area of the world, the ancient city of Troy. Warren doesn’t know it yet, but he is a descendant of the first eidolon wielder, Helen of Troy. Nerea covered her mouth and whispered a prayer. Plume continued to watch the bestial energy as Warren walked out of the circle. “Warren how are you feeling?” Plume shouted.

“Now, we shall witness the union of Aiden and Lady Chloe, a bond that will strengthen our kingdom.” The high elder's voice echoed through the Grand Hall, carrying with it the weight of centuries-old traditions and the promise of a new era. I stood tall, feeling the cool weight of the Crown of Lycanthra on my head. The elders, the Alphas, and the distinguished guests all watched me with a mixture of respect and curiosity. This was my moment, the culmination of years of meticulous planning and relentless ambition. As the applause subsided, the high elder raised his hand for silence. "Now, we shall witness the union of Aiden and Lady Chloe, a bond that will strengthen our kingdom."

"I know what you are, luna. And it is an honor to know you and to serve you. ” "But Lycaon was a monster, and the reason Alpha Powers is after me is the sinister characteristic of Lycaon," I say sadly. "I am afraid I will turn into an uncontrollable monster. I am afraid for my child " "It's not like that at all, luna," says Dimitra. "Yes, Lycaon was greedy for power, sinister and sadistic, and he certainly jumped into the arms of dementia for a long time, but the Arcadian wolves are not his descendants, and that is not understood by the world." she tells me trying to find her own words and tangling in her obvious Greek accent. "