Marid Mythology Novels & Stories

I nodded gently in agreement. “Is there any girl you are chasing in the big city?” “No, Mummy. I didn’t go there to chase girls” I responded sounding pissed at the sudden interrogation. “Good!” she hedged for a few seconds, then resume in a more courteous tone “Because that mermaid after you could be an angry spiritual husband of a girl that is jealous, thinking you want to take his wife in this physical world. Some of these girls you see walking about are not really humans. Some of them are from the water and they already have husbands and children over there. They will come here to deceive young man and put them and their families in spiritual warfare they might never come out from…”

It had been days since Matrimonincipere, the first pagan-ish ritual that meant the wedding had officially begun. And now everyone was so busy doing this or that with the preparations for the next event, which was that day in the evening. The Nuptias-in-Mari ritual, which means 'the wedding at sea'. Dom and Iris had been given separate discussions about what to expect, what to do, and how to do it for this ritual. Water was the first of the elementals that were supposed to gain Şekileus' blessings. Only the future Alpha Kings and Queens go through these elemental rituals before the mating and wedding ceremonies.

I can see Mona and Joy standing on the side corner, smiling at me warmly, my eyes searched for the other two and saw Yeri and Daren on the other side corner, seems bantering to something that I couldn't understand and Jonas, who's broadly and firmly standing behind Iris, Selene's father. This wedding is an open ceremony, where all of greek myths can witness everything, where everyone can see how fucked up this situation, they allowed both woman to get married just because they believed that Jiroo was a bad omen, Ceres was the one who's receiving all the responsibility as she's the one who has relationship with Jiroo.

They all now knew what Mama was trying to hide from the world, and this is what scared her. The prophecy was truly being fulfilled. It wasn't until Marie realized what she was doing was wrong. Maybe the Loa was judging her for using her influence to spread fear and promote evil, which was what Marie was against in her own lifetime. "This ain't the way," Marie muttered. My nose began to bleed, and the spirits slowly started to seep back into the ground until they were gone. Blood dripped down my nostrils, coating my mouth, until I began to collapse, the white leaving my eyes until I fell onto the ground.

I ask, in as level a voice as I can manage. “Two marriages I’m afraid, thirteen children,” he says, not moving a muscle except to sway his hips. It wasn’t at all uncommon for demons to spread their seed, fairies all loved to make more in their image. I’d heard tales about a warlock in Greece who looked like a god and had over a hundred children with dozens of wives. “But no worries love, you would only care for our children, they all have mothers who handle their affairs and I do see them regularly,” he adds.

she watched as I broke the bread and ate it. "Would you like some, Lydia?" I asked her. She was a mere servant and I know that they are only allowed to eat left overs, "you may indulge with me." "Really?" she asked with a smile and I nodded my head, placing the tray between us so that she could easily reach for the bread, "what will happen to your performances after you marry, Aphrodite?" Lydia asked me as she tore apart a piece of bread and began to eat. I frowned, "I would still love to continue with my performances. Yet, I have heard that when women marry, they are not allowed to work except for their husband's."

I tried not to think too hard on that bit of improvement. “Sadareen, your people might know her as the mother of all sirens. She is one of the few true immortals in this world.” Micah spoke with a detached voice, one that held a deadly edge. “The sirens of this world are not like those of your legends. They live in our oceans, and only emerge to feast. They are scaled, webbed creatures that covet beauty above all. The only way to hold back one of the few immortals is to curse them in some way, bind them to a physical form. Sadareen was once the spirit of the ocean, but make no mistake; she was not kind nor benevolent. The only way to stop the endless death was to bind her into a human form.

"She thinks she’s a goddess now. She thinks that because she has a mark behind her ear, she’s transcended the laws. But she’ll learn. When she sees the people she loves starting to drop like flies, she’ll realise that blood is no protection against a husband’s wrath." "Do you really think she'll come back, Alpha?" Raine asked tentatively. "The North... they seem ready to fight for her." I laughed, a sharp, jagged sound that startled a bird from a nearby branch. "Marie is a creature of guilt, Raine. She won't let Vivian’s family die for her pride. She’ll come crawling back to the border, begging for their lives. Just wait and see. In forty-eight hours, she’ll be back in this house, in my bed,

The village called this the offering. In the past, river wives could return to shore after the wedding night and go on to remarry and bear children. But later, perhaps after the river god had been offended somehow, the women who married him could no longer return alive. After each wedding ceremony, the river wife's corpse would mysteriously float to the surface the next day, her death particularly gruesome. When they retrieved the bodies, I had secretly gone to watch a few times. Those women's corpses had been tortured beyond recognition, violated front and back, both passages torn open. Two dark, gaping holes of mangled flesh and blood, each as large as my fist.

The reflection didn’t look like me at all this girl had soft curls brushing her shoulders, eyes that flickered between fear and defiance, and a dress that clung to her waist as though sculpted for her. “Maris,” I said quietly, “what happens during this dance? Really.” She met my gaze in the mirror, the teasing light in her eyes fading. “It’s an old ritual,” she said softly. “Each she-wolf offers her steps to the goddess. It’s said that under the moonlight, the bond between mates burns brightest. Some… receive visions. Others are claimed.” My breath caught. Claimed. The word pulsed like a heartbeat in my ears. Maris smiled again, too easily, and turned back to the gowns. “Don’t worry,” she sa