Lamia Mythology Novels & Stories

“Of King Darius and Queen Mira’s first Lycan born, yes. I am, however, the last descendant of their very first pup, the one that Mira conceived while she was still human…” This time it is Mystia’s turn to be amazed and her eyes go wide at this information. “Your highness, it is an honour. All believed King Darius’s father killed that their first pup before she even had the chance to give birth to it. To see that this was incorrect is comforting knowledge.” She bows to Zachariah once more before asking, “The female next to you. What is she?” I growl a little and frown at her, not believing that she would do that being a high female herself. I then say,

It was like I was reborn, with my fierceness and ego, however, there was no desire to kill or hurt others like before. As I made my way into the beautiful big mansion, a deep scowl was plastered on my face. A scowl that I hope would tell the alpha king to back off, I was not made to be a concubine, that to of a werewolf. However, from what I've heard, he was very powerful, ruthless, and fearless, he was not just any werewolf but a Lycan, meaning a mere human like me wouldn't be able to scare him. So I quickly hid amongst the crowd, where I was safe from his ravishing eyes or so I thought.

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

Dominic retreated to his room, but said he would rejoin them shortly. Leesa was a bit surprised at how many results a G****e search for “Lamashtu” turned up. She scrolled down, reading the two and three line summaries, trying to decide which might be most useful for further investigation. They all seemed to mention she was Mesopotamian and/or Sumerian. Many called her a demon/goddess and “mother of misshapen creatures,” which fit with the creatures that had attacked them. None of the summaries mentioned anything about her enemies or how to defeat her. Leesa knew she would have to dig deeper if she was going to have any hope of finding anything useful.

Without their labor, the shifters were never able to maintain all this realm once had to offer. It took centuries to create a realm that is now lost. And only three years to destroy it according to history. It’s no wonder the Lycans went into hiding. Only emerging in the past five years when Lamia and Mathias took Riocht. As I looked at the grand white palace, taking in the statues that guarded the entrance and lined the outer terrace, my eyes settled on the one that depicted Inanna. Lamia was indeed her reincarnation; the resemblance was uncanny. So was that of the great king Conri to Kellen.

That they would become legends, and stories would be told of them for centuries to come. I had watched Mathias from the moment he was born, even though he was not my descendant. His role in this life, however, was essential to one of my heirs, Lamia. The dormant gene Lamia carried came to life the day she was born. Destined to become the Queen of shifters but, fate has a funny way of turning events and throwing in a random twist. Lamia became the unknown. Her father, a man I met once, and saw his future child, is part Lycan, a descendant from the goddess Morrigan’s bloodline.

My phone call would not be to my Queen but to her best friend the King of wolves, the man she should have been mated to in the first place. A fact I was told many years ago. For whatever reason, the moon goddess gave their wolves different mates this time. I remember the story Ascena told me like it was yesterday. I also recall the name Nessie as I am thinking about the story and I’m sure Lamia’s mother said she had a great, great, aunt named Nessie. Information that was revealed when we were just finding out about Queen Lamia being a Dire Wolf over three years ago.

June leaned closer to confirm her suspicions of the creature that Elizabeth found to make sure that it was what Veronica had morphed into. “ A Lamia? “ June said. She read the description of the folklore. “ Seriously, where did you find this book?, “ “ Like I told you before, I found it on the bookshelf down there,” Elizabeth said as she continued to scroll through the pages. “ Trying to find out what coach Lockwood turn into? “ Bonnie asked. “ Yeah, I think I just found it,” “ Well, do not keep us in suspense,” June said. “ He was an aqrabuamelu. Apparently, it is a scorpion human hybrid that feeds on virgins and young women, “

Even more…the gratitude of these Lycans. I suppressed a sneer. The events of my birth were imprinted in my mind even when all I wanted was to erase that part of my life from my memory. Was this the goddess’s way of punishing me for tormenting her beloved creatures? To pull me into the nightmare I wished to forget, and making me forget myself instead? “That wasn’t her doing, Saira. You’re just as beloved to her.” Zaria. She sounded weak somehow. “I don’t sound weak. I am weak. How else could you be burn-free?”

Amaris said with a twinkle in his eye and a tiny smile on his finely sculpted face. Wolf? Well that's a given, Arya thought, he's definitely a wolf not with all those features that she would not like to remember. Now it was the kingdom she hadn't heard or hadn't a clue about. Luna Kingdom? Was there such a kingdom on earth that used whirpools and lightning to get to their destination? "So you're saying you don't know how you got here? Whirlpool? I didn't see any whirlpool, just a flash of lightning…" Arya said only to be interrupted by Amaris.