Lamia Mythology Novels & Stories

His eyes widened, disbelief vividly etched on his handsome features. "Indeed, Arthur," she confirmed, her voice cold and resolute. "I am Lyra Elendyl, daughter of the High Fae Lord, and I know your secrets." A murmur rippled through the crowd, like a breeze rustling through a field of tall grass. Guests whispered among themselves, their faces a mixture of shock and fascination. Some regarded Lyra with newfound respect, while others seemed to shrink away from her, as though fearing retribution for their unwitting association with Arthur.

she said then pulled herself to her full height "I have heard tales about the Wolf king of Plane Woede. A fearless, notorious, renowned executor, sparing no offense to go unanswered. However, my little human companion, I am no pushover myself. Hence my line of trade." Candice felt the boldness and confidence that Moira exuded, she must be confident in her capabilities for her to go against Wayne unabashed. "What are you? Are you a she-wolf?" Candice asked, having little knowledge of amortals, to know which was what. Moira's beautiful face crumpled in disgust "Me a werewolf? Those arrogant beings that are no better than dogs. I am a Lamia, part man and part snake. A proud descendant of the be

Jade couldn't come to terms with the fact that Joan would believe in such absurd things. Lycaon, one among the three Lycans namely Lycus, Lycaon and Lyall, said to be created by the Moon Goddess herself. All were said to be mighty and equally strong in terms of power. Over the course of time he had become more greedy for power he wanted to be more powerful than Lycus and Lyall, which led to mass destruction of various kingdoms. Learning about the existence of witches and their powers Lycaon attacked a human village where witches had been in the hiding for years, he had kidnapped a young witch in practice, Lydia also known as the noble one, Lydia though gentle and kind, but she didn't bend to

I could feel all of the fun feels in the bond right now. “You’re probably wondering why we called you here. My brother and I will be taking the Alpha post after we graduate. Angel, Zade, and Aria will be inducted as Luna, Beta, and Gamma respectively. However, our leadership circle isn’t complete yet because we need our Lamias. These three epic badasses,” I gestured to them, “have done an amazing job. Their pups are too young to take the post, so we sat down and chose three that we feel are perfect for the job. As you’re aware, the Lamia rank was created by the Goddess to help weed out threats within one’s pack. The three of you are excellent fighters, have great instincts, and show pack loy

Goddess, they hadn’t spent much time together, and already it felt so… intimate and comfortable. The streets began to clear, the suburbs turning into the forests surrounding the windy roads. It was quite lulling, and Alicia knew she would sleep comfortably right now if she could. But she didn’t, especially when Rowan started speaking. “My mother, Lamia, was an Omega,” he began, his thumb caressing her hand where they were interlinked. He wasn’t looking at Alicia; his face was tilted towards the window, the reflection of those inky dark eyes unclear and looking far beyond the scenery.

“No, this isn’t your run of the mill psycho. It is much, much worse than that. She’s one of the Lamides. They were Dionysius nursemaids. In a jealous fit, Hera drove them mad to kill the baby god in revenge for Zeus’ unfaithfulness. They slaughtered everyone, but Hermes saved Dionysius in time.” “It was not our fault,” Lysandra shouted with a wild look in her eyes. “We suffered just as much as those who were slain! I lost my sons! My strong, beautiful sons… Now only I am left…” Her voice drifted off, and she shifted her focus back on Zephyra with crazed determination. “Your mother has negated my every attempt at reconciliation with the nymphs. First, she took Clancey from me! I would’ve had

From somewhere behind us, I hear a gasp and Lyric shakily says, “The mural, the mural Jonda drew,” I take a look at our group again, noticing the knights all bear the mark in their eyes, just as I am sure I do. Lyric is right, as my Lycan eyes gaze upon us, I see the mural that was painted in New Moon palace, in real life. The only difference is Lamia does not wear a green dress but her vest and pants, the uniform that gives way. Like times before, the paintings depicted the past. Inanna, Ascena, and now Lamia the reincarnation of Inanna, the mortal goddess.

She knew about the war and read some of the books about it, but it doesn’t contain enough information. "Lamia demigod; a last of her kind vowed to protect a powerful stone that holds magic. She protects the balance of the supernatural world. She lives in the cave in the Southern part of the Amorthon Kingdom of Wolves,” Thorin paused and when he saw his student’s reaction, he smiled. They eagerly listened to Thorin speak about it. History may be a boring subject, but the war of the supernatural was an interesting topic.

With Jenna’s gaze at the beast, she explained further. The creature looked like a dark, scaly half-snake half-woman; it has scaly arms and red, fiery eyes. The Lamia Aegeus has been ascribed serpentine qualities. In ancient legend, Lamia Aegeus was a woman of fantastic beauty until a god cursed her. Her once-glamorous visage was twisted to horrific ugliness to fit her newfound craving for children's blood, but she more or less kept a human form. She was, however, renowned for wearing a skirt of snakeskin that covered her legs. It has a foul odour coming from its mouth, and it has been pointed out that its blood could alter such power to cloak and disguise someone's true visage. Once its bloo

Lyacaon attacked every wolf nearby. Suddenly, Lycaon’s body froze. A sword was already stuck in Lycaon’s stomach. Lycaon’s body sat on the ground. Everything happened so fast. Lyall turned into a human and walked over. He saw his uncle Alastor stabbing Lycaon. Normally, the monster wouldn’t die or weaken from any stab. But not this time. Whatever sword his uncle used, it was enough to render Lycaon helpless. “Brother?” Lyall called out. Lycaon didn’t respond. He was still the Lycan monster. “I-Is he dead?”