Mythical Creatures Half Man Half Goat Novels & Stories

I asked Jackob as I studied the creature again. “I assume she is a siragon, a rare creature of its kind,” Jackob explained as he touched her scale, trying to feel how sharp it was. He was intrigued by this creature and as a doctor, he wanted to do some personal research with her. “A siragon? Haven't heard of that creature before,” I mused, with my eyes still fixated on the creature. “Well, they are said to be myths. A very rare creature. Half siren and half dragon. The reason why I said she might be a siragon is because of her scale, yes her scale.

‘I have a goat suit – you know – symbol of raunchiness. ‘I didn’t know that.’ ‘Yes. Just a minute and I’ll look it up for you.’ There was a pause and then he began to read. ‘The goat has long been a visual aid in symbolic and mythological literature and stories. It has a varied significance: gentleness in one tradition and sensuality in another. Both sexes of the goat symbolize fertility, vitality and ceaseless energy. The he-goat (buck) is the epitome of masculine virility and creative energy, while the female (doe) typifies the feminine and generative power and abundance.’

She is the one responsible for a man’s journey throughout and with Argus, she gave special attention. He was half-bred: half greek and half Asian origin that made him a class by itself. There was nobody like him, with high cheekbones, a well-muscled body, powerful thighs, and hands enough to break a man’s neck with a simple twist. He looked like Ares when he trained, mad and frenzy for war. He looked like Apollo when he visited and toured around the village, kind benevolent, and full of glow like the sun himself.

Chapter 4 (Part 1) A muffled sob escaped Daeira's duct-taped mouth which snapped the beast's attention to her. It growled which made two half human half goat, a Satyrs, stood up and made their way to her. They freed her hands inbound as well as removed the restraints on her mouth. That made her tremors visible in everyone's eyes including the beast. It rounded the throne while the two hunters attended him. He came out a man with a black robe, just before he can close the robe, she was greeted with powerful muscles lines across his abdomen and a strange tattoo down his chest. She was half thankful he wasn't naked down below or she will feel embarrassed.

There was a story here the anthropologist in him itched to uncover for more reasons than one. Lingering in his vehicle, Jim watched as Teri drew the blinds in the RV’s bedroom, her seductive silhouette against them a succubus’ envy. When the last lights in the RV were extinguished, he started his Jeep, only turning on the headlights when he reached the highway. As he drove home, he recalled a long-forgotten story from Plato. In Greek mythology, humans originally had four arms, four legs and a head with two faces. Jealous of their happiness and petty in the way Greek gods were, Zeus split them into two distinct parts, and condemned them to spend their lives lonely, in search of their missing

“Is it not, as you said, because I am a siren?” “Yes, it is because you are a siren,” he replied with confidence. “There are many half-breeds, so I doubt that is it... Mankind is compatible with most of the brethren, whereas we are not always compatible with each other. You never get a half Fae half ogre, for example, but you do get a half ogre half man, and a half Fae and half man. In most of these combinations, the brethren contribution is diluted. A half ogre will not have the strength of a full.

Gabriel had barely popped the cork on the tube before there was frenzied activity under the microscope. Days I spent after researching and reading everything in our mythology about Selene and us as wolves. There was nothing; even Luca’s prophecy didn’t specify what he would be. Just that he would be more. It was only when we were in Bloodmoon Bay to see the witch there had been books on other species. I had flicked through one that was crammed into the wall in the pub that we stopped at their bathroom that I saw an image of a beast on two legs, half wolf half man with the words Lycan scribbled on it.

Isis scoffed. "Echidna! I remember you taught me about her aunt Jules. It's the half-woman, half-snake, and she eats women and takes the form of the one she eats then she finds unfortunate men to lay with, so she can lay her eggs," Hazel recited. "Yes. She's a very devious creature," Julia added. "Gaylord, look!" One of the centaurs pointed to the peak of the Snake Eyes Mountain. "What's that?" Zander asked as he saw two flashing yellow lights.

And he was terrified. The scene flickered into focus. He was in a vast underground chamber illuminated by torches. The walls were engraved with royal symbols. In the center of the room, a body lay upon a stone altar. It was Morat. But not the Morat she knew. This was Morat in his mighty, original form: a majestic creature, half-man and half-mountain lion, with thick silver and brown fur and powerful claws. Now, however, the body was still, eyes shut, chest unmoving. Poison.

Crius shuddered, "What supernatural?" "My second-born half-human son, the moon goddesses, Kane and his mate who is one of the twin mystic white wolves, The twin and her mate Alpha to the newly formed Moon Touched pack, My half-human son's sister and her mate, and a group of witches." Zeus accounted. "Does this group of witches include a male child?" Crius inquired curiously. Zeus nodded, "Yes he is half god."