Marid Mythology Novels & Stories

There's a custom in our village. Before getting married, every man has to bring his girlfriend to the chapel to pay their respects. If they come back out safely, it means the couple is destined to live happily together for the rest of their lives. Both of my younger brothers are married at 20. Meanwhile, I'm 30 and still single. It's not that I don't want to settle down, but every girlfriend I bring into the chapel ends up breaking up with me after she comes out. Some even try to kill me. My new girlfriend thinks our village is hopelessly backward and insists on going inside. My father, the village chief, brings her in himself. When they come back out, she pins me to the ground and tri

Mariah pulled Poseidon away, just like Vulcan. “They are still there, we will find them,” she patted his arm. “But we won’t find them until we fix this.” Mariah’s glare went to the tops of the crumbling towers. Ares pulled his weapon as his mate did the same. The sword given to me hung on my back, clear from view, until it was absolutely necessary.

He asked, his voice was calm as he addressed the kids. "Okay," Marie responded but the two boys didn't say a word. "What's your name?" The god of war asked Marie. "Marie," she responded. She already fell in love with the tall and handsome man before her. She didn't know why her heart reached out to him and connected easily to him. "Come here," he commanded Marie. When Marie was about to take the first step, the two brothers held both of her hands as Michael was staying by Marie's left side while Mark was staying by Marie's right side.

She could not forget Tom’s desperation when he asked her to leave. Philip did not intend to meddle in other people's business, but it was intriguing to hear Marina's name from the other party. “I do know someone named Marina, but I don't know if she’s the same person you’re looking for.” Philip smiled at the other party, wondering who this little girl was. Hearing that, the little girl looked at Philip excitedly as if she had found her savior. “The Marina I'm looking for is not an ordinary person, but a legendary god. She has beautiful scales and can summon wind and rain, a mighty being!”

Olivia said “I think that you guys are the knight wolf” Maria spoke “What!!!!” everyone said at once “My grandma used to study a lot of old legends and myths. She once told me that a 1000 years ago during the war of werewolves and vampires emerged two werewolves who were mates to each other with astonishing powers. They were known as the knight wolf because they were like knights sent by moongoddess to help werewolves in the war” Maria said as everyone else listened to her attentively

Who happens to be my husband? I swallowed when realization hits me. Omayghad. I'm married to the Alpha! To be continued...

“Of course. We should certainly do that.” Six healers are present to do the ritual. They are encircling Maridelle the moment their leader, Lumia—the strongest of them all— commanded them to commence. They started uttering incantation only the six of them had understood. All are holding medicinal leaves over Maridelle's body. Then one of them acquired a pungent liquid and started applying it to Maridelle's body.

"Mara!" Treddian snapped, getting my attention faster than anything else he could have done. I looked into his eyes and saw the same worry, fear, and heartbreak that I was feeling. "Mara, my own mate is on the other side of that. And true, our mating is not the same as you and Tohr's. But I still feel the pain of his absence. But we cannot go after them. We must stay here. We must stay here and believe they will come back," he said and broke the cardinal rule giving me a quick, hard hug.

We were both more than a little…speechless at Red. Everything had suddenly changed in less than a minute. The warm blood from Maryan’s once life threatening wounds was still in puddles, the earth unable to soak up the amount of blood she had spilt, but her injuries were gone. Questions on how Maryan had even gotten those deep cuts were all but forgotten as new ones arose about her husband. He had told us to think of him as a god. Does that mean that there were more or was he just a powerful man? If he was a god did that make him immortal? What were the odds that a werewolf would marry and a God anyway?

Idris immediately noticing my heat, and getting up from his chair to come behind me to rub my shoulders in an attempt to make me feel better. “Aurora, something like this doesn’t happen a lot. Or really hasent happened at all in a very, very long time. We do not make mistakes, nor do we allow humans into our lives as it is very dangerous for us. A human has not been changed in centuries. Part of one of the old scared peace treaties, made long ago. No human was allowed to be changed unless he or she was of blood relation to a mythic entity. Being as such, no human mythical relationships have happened in longer then centuries. We all stay hidden, and quiet in our lives. We have our own ways of