Marid Mythology Novels & Stories

And I stopped punching and leaned my forehead against my arm that was glued to the wall. Rence touched my shoulder. "We will find her. We will not let Zack get her. Everything will be alright. Sophie is strong and will not let Zack get her just like that," said Blaze. And because of that, I calmed down a bit and I went back to my seat earlier. They were all sitting down. Until now, the dear king is still there. "Father, how is onerex performed?" Drake asked. "By drinking the legendary goddess's blood and then forcing them to drink your blood; but, only people who are blood-related to that legendary goddess can do so, and they must be someone incredibly evil and powerful," the king explained.

Her eyes went wide and she held back her laugh, causing her to let out a most peculiar hacking sound. The dress was painted with a picture of the fall of the Fate Ozamia. It was a myth that was told to all werewolves. There, on the dress, was the image of the shewolf Maripana thrusting a sword through the heart of Ozamia as she protected her people from him. As legend goes, Maripana fought against the Fates, trying to be free of their tight hold on the packs within Elail. Ozamia fell in love with her spirit and forced the rest of the Fates to engineer circumstances so they could be together. He fought for her, letting no one stand between them. However, Maripana loved another, her werewolf m

Lunaris said. Marie stared at her for a moment, then said, “Your place is to be the moon goddess and not a pretend mortal, so I'm perfectly fine where I am. I just need to learn how to use my herald abilities so I can protect my friend. You know, the ones Gabriella left you to protect. Now, were there any surviving Marigold wolves? And do they have relatives that live today?” Lunaris passed her palms over her face and let out a long sigh.

he said smiling and then leaned forward. "Stadia didn't always belong to them. They came to stay with us seeking asylum, and then they brought the smoke with them. Mariah is not a wind or earth wielder; her mate is the wind wielder. She is a fire wielder," the man said, and Adam spoke. "That is not true. I saw them wield wind magic and the earth magic." Adam argued.

She glanced at Aiden and when he shook his head, still overwhelmed with the news, she cleared her throat, her voice detached as she began to speak. "The Marins are the descendants of a witch called Amarinth, the love of Adrian the first hybrid who was given the curse by the Fae Queen that had once hidden his true nature from the rest of the supernatural world. Breaking the curse requires a sacred stone, a moonstone, the Deanton, the blood of the marked and the blood of the love that betrayed and cursed him, the blood of Amarinth or her descendants, the Marin. And from what you've said, it appears as though the Marins are working with those who wish the break the curse and now they have the D

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.

We’ll have to look into how many times the second daughter has been mated outside of the Fianna pack. I guess our generation has it hard when it comes to mates. It really makes me wonder what’s going on outside of our view. Gideon and Amelie, An Jieun and me, Rylie and the MacCumhail female—none of these fated pairs are simple. I know what Ithildin told us, but I feel it; it’s bigger. More is coming the gods are preparing us for something. As this realization hit me, my whole body tingled, and my senses went into overdrive. I felt Rafe trying to calm me down. “Hey man, you OK?” Rylie nudged me.

Ni Faesta regretfully said. “What are the other mystical creatures doing? Can’t they aid in the fight?” Marco, the god of the sun appeared, attempting to help find solution in the problem of his neighboring continent. Ni Faesta waved her hand on the water surface and the scene changed. It was from the different towns of Llfhame. The other mystical creatures were still continuing resistance against the evil milieus. In the oceans, the sirens continuously defend the merefolks. In the forest the dwarves and the fairies struggles to protect their lands.