Makaria Greek Mythology Novels & Stories

Draco winced at the thought of his father, King Cormac, who in history was now recognized as the Butcher but was once adored by Draco. He remembered the time he spent with his father growing up, as he taught Draco kingly etiquette, sparring, and alpha command. He made him memorize the names of the seven gods of Bloomington and their deeds as he led him through the temple. Draco particularly loved the story of Gharok, the god of creation, who was married to a beautiful damsel named Selene, one of his creations. The legend said that Gharok loved Selene so much that he made her the goddess of the moon.

He gestured with a flick of his wrist, and Astra and Hale were slammed against the obsidian walls by an invisible force, pinned there like insects. “You are a mother, Elara,” Malakai said, walking toward me with a slow, predatory gait. “And that is your greatest weakness. You think in terms of love and protection. I think in terms of eternity. These boys are not just children; they are the vessels for a god. They are the bridge that will allow me to transcend this mortal coil.” “I will kill you,” I hissed, struggling to my feet. The silver fire in my veins was screaming, fighting against the dampening field of the room.

An ancient past had been narrating through a strange, vivid dream. “Quick! Let’s put some robes on Ditiori!” shouted the enchanter, Maga. Her people ran to get clean clothes and put them on the embodying spirit. Maga had proved the power from all her ancestors. She had summoned a harvest spirit who is on oath by the Divine One to help them! “It is the words of the sealed arcane scrolls, Arcana!” “We have waited for him to save us!” cried the people of the broad plains and rolling hills.

He gave me a soft smile, making me return a shy smile. “You know, in Greek mythology, Althaia was the Queen of Calydon, and a woman of fierce passion. She is celebrated in an ancient story about the fate of her son, Meleager. When he was born, the Moirai, or the Fates in English, came to foretell his future, and they predicted he would die as soon as one of the sticks in the fireplace burned out completely. When Althaia heard that, she pulled the stick from the fire, put the fire out, and hid it in a safe place.”

Mina said shaking her head. The Ocean God laughed, “Do you not know who I am?” “uuummm, we’ve been calling you the ocean God this entire time, and that means absolutely nothing to us. You see, we only serve one God the Big God, the King of Kings, the one with the Big G not the little one.” Mina said looking at him like he was crazy. “Look it's obviously that you have no idea what is going on, why don't you allow us to fill you in on everything and we can..” Makahi was saying when his words were suddenly stuck in his mouth. Maka came forward immediately trying to break out of the hold that was put on him.

Matt bluntly asked Nisha. “It’s quite the tragic story.” Nisha glanced over at the fur ball with a sad look on her face. “Long, long ago, there was a man called Icarius. He was traveling when he met some shepherds and gave them wine. He did it out of the kindness of his heart. However, the shepherds became drunk and thought Icarius had poisoned them, so they killed him. Icarius had a daughter named Erigone, and she was worried when her father didn’t return and set off with their dog Maera to find him. Maera led Erigone to Icarius’ grave. Erigone became so overwhelmed with grief that she hung herself, and Maera leaped off a cliff. Icarius, Erigone, and Maera are in the sky as the constellatio

She continued, my strangling demon: "Dear scheming Jarngrimr hasn't stopped blathering on about you since you were conceived. Tithe to Utgardr, she says, your blood the bridge between Arcadia and the Northern Holds. Tuppence, I say. Nothing good comes of a filthy witch." The mara atop me spat in my face, her sleek auburn hair and light milky skin like the Arcadian prefects of Periland, the home of the mara race. Her large sable eyes bore into my soul, and she assumed the nightmare position, conjuring my dreams with her slender, spiked fingers in black sand. From the essence of the cloud, the mara feasted.

Mariah frowned and gasped soon after, “Wait, don’t tell me…” “Aye,” Alaric answered, “those types of people that nearly killed you before. They are called Angelic warriors and they serve Ramiel, God of thunder.” “Wait, did you say God?” “They are twelve gods, Mariah, or rather, they were twelve and I killed three of them.” Mariah’s eyes widened in shock and she remembered what those men had called him that day, “God Killer,” she whispered. Alaric closed his eyes and answered, “Aye, t’s the name I was given after fighting with Aspa and killing the three gods.”

The creature’s roar shakes the hall. “Saint, what the fuck is a chimera?” I rack my brain, trying to remember. “Kas is the mythology expert, not me.” “Uh, I think it’s a lion, goat, snake monster?” He says hesitantly. “Marco, Marco, I need your help.” I look up at the screen, backing away from our door. Aphrodite is sitting on her throne. The sun is setting in the distance. Marco looks up at the monitor and back at me with wide eyes. “What’s our move, Alpha?”

Thane kissed her when she sat on his lap. "Maka gave birth to four elemental Gods. Ignus, the Fire God, Aqua, the Water Goddess, Ventus, the Wind God and Terra, the Goddess of Earth. From what I know, Ignus and Aqua always argued with one another, attacking each other using their powers. They were feared and hated by the mortals. So Maka took their elemental powers and randomly selected a creature who would inherit them, and that was your uncle." She paused. Thane frowned when she started brushing her hands to his chest. He knew Elisia was trying to seduce her and he had no complaints about it.