Marid Mythology Novels & Stories

“Are we really talking about Hades the straight-faced, no nonsense guy? You are making stuff up, Charon.” “Believe me, madam. The lord is not as he appears to be.” “Do not even think about talking me out of my anger, Charon. How dare your master remove me from the memories of the people I love?” “He was only doing his responsibilities as you are in his custody. Erasing memories of the mortals is a rule set in stone by the sky lord as agreed by the gods and goddesses. If he did not do that, YOU will be in a lot trouble.”

Since he knew I loved him, he had grown used to relying on me. Dexaldir stood nearby with clenched fists, equally humiliated. He tried to approach my sister's carriage, hoping she would step out and explain things. He had just approached the carriage when Christian stopped him in his path. "Lord Dexaldir. The Humans have rules and traditions. Once the bride is in the carriage, it must be the groom to help her down. You're not the groom, are you?" Dexaldir gritted his teeth and shouted at the carriage, "Azena, are you really going to marry a Human? You're the Goddess of War of the Celestial Skies! Are you willing to spend the rest of your life trapped in a mortal palace?"

I promise, knowing how little the promise is worth. She moves the boy behind her. Only then do I see the crude drawings scrawled in the dust near where he sat. Stick figures, drawn with a child's impatience—three of them, all large, triangular heads, each with exaggerated, fanged mouths. Their bodies are wolfish, or what a boy imagines a wolf must be: hunched, heavy at the shoulder, legs that end in claws. One figure holds a stick, or maybe a sword. The last is bigger than the others, looming above a crowd of smaller shapes—people, presumably, but every one drawn with a red X where the heart should be. The mother follows my gaze. "He says the wolves walk upright, like men. They come at night

He asked, his words provoking and I felt Marma glance my way. If she was hoping I would take care of this, after what she just said about my woman, she was drunk on some spirit wine. “Guards, take this lady away,” Paul ordered and two of the guards rushed forward and grabbed the girl. Marma’s eyes grew steely and hard as she stared at me but I showed no sign of seeing her. This was war. And I’ll be damned if I gave in. “Your Highness, fated mates are a thing of myth. They don’t exist and the last thing I’ll expect from a person like you who is well knowledgeable about our customs and history is for you to be deceived by some vixen.”

ass and made me see her first design. “Here it is! This first dress is an off-shoulder mermaid dress. Its fabric is going to be embroidered with exquisite floral décor. I made it simple, but its simplicity will speak for itself like an extinct creature, nobody else could ever have such beauty, but only you.” Her eyes were twinkling like the stars. How I wish I have a cousin like her. She then flipped the page to show me the second design. “This one on the other hand is a trumpet dress and it will be adorned with 500 crystals. Once you walk down the aisle it will be like walking on the clouds. As the lights hit the crystals you will be entering the world of fairies. What I really wanted on bo

If he was going to tear through the ocean to retrieve his wife, he needed to know who, or what, he was up against. He summoned the oldest scholars from his territory, stormed through dusty libraries and forbidden scrolls hidden beneath ancient temples. He met with seers, half-mad hermits, and wandering witches who spoke only in riddles. Most of them dismissed the name as legend. But some—those who remembered the stories passed down in whispers—spoke with a chill in their voice. Maeron was not born. He was created.

“Actually, I know what you are: a leanan sídhe.” “What in the world is that? And how do you say that again?” I repeated the words slowly, lee-a-nan sithe. Mari repeated them back with a charmingly terrible accent. “Is that some kind of Gaelic creature?” she then asked. “Kind of.” I licked a path down her throat to her collarbone. “It’s a beautiful woman who comes to artists and becomes their lover. In return for divine inspiration, she basically sucks the life out of them. They die young, but they create lasting art and have amazing sex so it’s a fair trade.”

That would be too amazing. The Ancestor Dragon! The ancestor of all the dragon tribes. Just how powerful would the Ancestor Dragon be? Let alone Maritny was the reincarnation of the Ancestor Dragon, even if she had just a little connection to it, she would be an awesome existence. At this moment, Mariah let out a fierce shout, and the demonic god’s phantom behind her opened its mouth to make a vigorous suction. The demon tribe members’ corpses that had been assimilated halfway by the Shura tribe and the human corpses exploded one after another. Streams of blood energy went into the mouth of the demonic god’s phantom. At the same time, Mariah’s body began to mutate as well.

After the War of the Gods, Olympus forged a new pact with the last of the Titans. From then on, the mortal realm was ruled by demigods. Those who carried the blood of the gods within them. Once a century, Olympus held the Sacred Marriage. The twelve ruling gods would choose mortal noblewomen as brides. Their goal: to sire heirs with divine cores. The rule was simple: whoever birthed a demigod first would see her husband crowned the next High Councilor of the Gods.

You stoked my pride until I mistook Ariel's love for control and pressure! He suddenly dropped to his knees in front of me. "Ariel, I'm sorry. I couldn't see straight. I know the truth now. I won't doubt you again, not for a second. I know you only married that trust-fund brat because you were angry with me. "But now that the misunderstanding's cleared up, let's go ahead with our wedding. I swear I'll keep you safe and make sure you live a peaceful life, okay?" I gave a faint smile. "It's true. I married Raphael out of spite and planned to live as his widow. But after everything, I've seen a different side of him. He's magnetic and incredible.