Makaria Greek Mythology Novels & Stories

"I was an oracle in the past to a goddess. I can't remember her name or face. The erased goddess. There was a war between her and Malakar." "Malakar?" Aric asked, his eyes slightly wide. "The god of the underworld?" I nodded, and Aric breathed. "Then she must really be powerful to go against Malakar. He's one of the strongest gods." "But she did nothing with that power and let us die," I said bitterly. "Malakar sent his envoy to destroy us. The conflict was between my goddess and Malakar, which meant I was involved as well, since I was her oracle. But all three of you did nothing, and you certainly didn't deserve to die like that." I clenched my fist and stared hard into the fire, trying to

CHAPTER 30 At this moment, it became a burdensome question to me why would this sea God capture me and keep me here in his dome? What does he really want from me? Was it really me, he actually needs? Then I suddenly realized that because Thalia is associated with Mayari, the living moon Goddess, perhaps he had just made some mistake. But it soon vanished the moment I pondered something he told me before he departed to see the caldera a few days ago.

Though I admit I’m not the leading expert on makkari magic, I can tell there is something off about this. For starters, it’s muted as if the owner were trying to cloak themselves, which confounds me because makkari cloaks don’t work against Gods. The other strange thing is that I detect no light or warmth. All makkari magic originates from the Goddess of Light, so the magic itself carries her light, but there is a darkness to this magic I’ve not encountered before. It’s like the scent of decay, but whatever is obscuring it from my sense is dull in its potency. Now my interest has been piqued. Just what kind of makkari is this? How are they able to replicate an eyti surge so perfectly to the

“Morrigan, Makya, is a god of transformation. It is her gift to transform and to bestow the ability to transform… among other things…” “What other things?” he asked hesitantly. My cheeks had to be bright red against my pale skin at the thought. “Well, transformation goes hand and hand with the creation of life so, naturally, it reasons she is a god of, well…” Makya stared at me uncomprehending, “Yes?” “Well, sex, Makya. If you must know. Cernunnos is Lord of the hunt but he too has some role in blessing such things as a Stag in rutt.”

This ancient and wonderous Turkish castle has stood tall for thousands of years and actually holds many pleasant memories for me, but now it’s about to be my tomb. Arthwin and Aulen both place a hand on my shoulders and guide me past the barrier. Aulen also has a hand on Manon to let her past the barrier. The Fortis twins became the Kartheca’s resident makkares a few centuries ago. The Delegation always have makkares living here to aid them should they need it, and they are almost always twins. Twin makkares hold a level of magic that is beyond the average makkari, but not as strong as a Priest or Priestess. Alone they are no stronger than the average makkari, but when they combine the flame

It was just one night that I submitted to her seduction. Oh my God, that pussy was so sweet, as a fucking nectar, I just couldn't resist. And now what? I am cursed to be a beast for eternity. People are dying because I was too weak to resist dipping my bloody wick in the illegitimate daughter of Noosha and Arcanus. Arcanus is more or less harmless. He is a warlock king from the Thessalian tribe of Lapiths in Larissa.

Amaria begged and attempted to free herself, but it didn't work. “ You and your comrades know that it is a great sin to interact with Daemons or to even come in contact with one, right?” He asked again as he raised his right eyebrow and continued,“ but you travel with a Daemon ”. That's when Amaria finally noticed. ' Ammon? Where is he?! ' “ Where is he? Where is Ammon? What did you do to him? ” She cried out with a hostile gleam in her eyes; her face warped with rage.

she whispered, choking with tears. “What is going on here, Ophelia asked me to come because there was trouble.” Mara’s mother said, her eyes filled with fear “These stones and amulets are used for black magic. Mara is an evil sorceress and her mission is to suck the blood of our young ones.” she shrieked, her voice filled with contempt. Mara could not believe the words that Mia was saying, they were not friends but she never took her as an enemy; rather she admired Mias’ skills in the act of wizardry and wanted to learn from her not until she noticed that Mia dabbled in black magic.

I narrowed them, trying to make out the strange shape as it grew in size. No, it wasn’t growing. It was getting closer. Before I could scream and alert the others a woman darted out from the palace gardens. An aura of pure fury—of rage more potent than anything I’d ever felt—surrounded her. It licked up her dark skin in wisps of vibrant orange and red, and flared to life within the pits that were her eyes. “Mara is the Goddess of Wrath. Do not let her touch you!” Draco’s voice boomed in my skull so loud that I winced.

I say acerbically. He narrows his eyes and once again has to compose himself. What is with this guy? “Only two people have the gift of foresight, the Goddess Zarseti, and the current High Priestess of the makkari. I have only ever known one other to possess such a gift, but she died long ago,” he says, a flash of what looks like guilt crossing his features. “What’s a makkari?” I ask in confusion. “You humans call them witches, though I don’t know why,” he says in a baffled tone.