Marid Mythology Novels & Stories

With renewed confidence in his leadership, they all resumed their formation and set off, ensuring the mermaids were safely enclosed in the carriage for the journey ahead. In the carriage, Naida gazed out the window, peering into the empty darkness of the abyss. Her thoughts drifted to her potential mates, Tritan and Finrir. Tritan desired her as a mate, but he needed to bond with Finrir first. However, the tradition of bonded pairs being related, often by blood, made romantic or sexual relationships between bonded pairs frowned upon. Marine's mates, for instance, were brothers.

Athena glanced at Alaric with tear-filled eyes, “Forget the ceremony, Alaric, quickly, mark her. Mark her immediately.” “What is going on?” Alaric asked. “My, king, she-she” she pointed at Mariah with a shaky hand, “she carries twin eggs.” “What?” This time, everyone was in an uproar, for twin eggs were a legendary omen in the dragon land, one that happens every one hundred thousand years. A guard rushed into the throne room then, not giving anyone the time to digest the new information they had just heard. “My King,” the guard cried, “the gods, they are attacking.”

I questioned. “Sixteen.” he stated like that made sense. “I don’t read minds, Hades. Sixteen what?” I asked. “Sixteen maidens fair, brought across the Sea to their end. Embraced by the star. Sixteen mothers fair, scattered to the world to raise their heirs. With each new life, a new hope for a new race bloom.” he recited what sounded like a prophecy.

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In awe of the bizarre sight with her jaws dropping, she moseyed around the hidden stash of queer, old racks but she was afraid to touch anything. The slow and unhurried floor was treacherously wet and Maria’s left foot skated. Slide! Her companion jerked and kicked one of the lowest jars amongst the shelves. Bump! Crack! “EEEEK! What have you done?” A slimy liquid oozed out of the broken jar and a rotten stench suffused the crisp sea breeze. The wind spoke. No more a wicked Baal could enter the spirit world of Mundu forever! Maria’s face stiffened and worried. The wind was just swooshing. “Let’s go back near the entrance!”

“My time here is finally coming to an end. You will inherit all of your birthright. That is right Mari. Your mother was my great granddaughter. You are the last in my line, and when I go all I have and all that I am will pass to you. You must also know that your mother was also the last living descendent on earth of Selene. Yes the very same Selene, goddess of the moon and the one who had 50 children. Someone has hunted both our families to near extinction. In you lies the culmination of Three powerful gods. Titans and Olympians both. You must master your power and bring all the tribes together in order for them to survive. It is important that you do this. If not, all will be lost. Keep Lyl

Mother Hall had only taken her three times before, but Iris had visited several times on her own: some intangible, atmospheric quality of the lonely hilltop shrine called to her. Though its meaning had been lost to time, Iris liked to believe the shrine was to Allerin, the goddess incarnate of their land, always set upon by the Old Man Sea but never bowing before him. Her image was preserved in a mural of stone in their gathering hall, her skin made of the same sleek black rock, and her hair, eyes, and simple slip made of glittering moon-white quartz. But Mother Hall dismissed the old legends of Allerin and the Sea along with the tales of the Moon and the Rose, the Juniper Tree, and the Seve

When Mathayus arrived there, since he was similar to the old god they worshipped, he was then made a representative, their god in zombie flesh over the earth. They were in the midst of armed people who worshiped the culture of fugitives who made their own community of Vietcong who did not accept many other interested parties, representatives to natives. Called a separatist republic, native to Marak no Nang, where they had a system of ancestral religions of an indigenous culture that maintained a large number of pirates that in addition to being a large number of archipelagos, formed by 12 islands, which were in seas international markets, between the bordering Asian seas.

Master Vipersage exclaimed, "No, you absolutely cannot have a boyfriend. The Goddess of the Venomveil Tribe is forbidden from marrying or having children! Do you want to follow your mother's path?" Having grown up in the modern world, Vivianne couldn't accept such outdated rules. She retorted, "I'm not a nun; why can't I marry and have children? This is the modern era!" Master Vipersage sternly replied, "The Goddess of the Venomveil Tribe is the most revered and sacred figure within our people. Such a sacred figure cannot be tainted by the touch of a man." Vivianne was dumbfounded by this reasoning. "I don't care, Frederick is my boyfriend, and I won't abandon him."

“Oh wow, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean…” I gritted my teeth. “The Moon Goddess is who we believe to have created our kind. We are not bound by the same laws as you or any other creature are. We are given the gift of two forms and two worlds. A long time ago she was worshipped fondly by my kind, but it isn’t that way anymore. Still, she is a respected figure among us. She is who chooses our mates and weaves our destinies.” “I know I’ve asked this before, but if she chooses your mates, how is it that you can have arranged marriages?”