Mythical Creatures Satyr Novels & Stories

There were no trees or greenery anywhere, and the whole city was covered in a thick layer of ice. A long marble bridge built over a moat full of glacial water took them to the inner gates of the castle. A tall, handsome creature was standing in front of it, clad in naught but an orange loincloth tied around his waist and a spear in his hand. His bronzed body was powerfully built. His dark, curly hair and piercing blue eyes looked oddly human, and only his goat-like ears and tail identified him as a Satyr. "State thy purpose," the Satyr said in a strong voice.

But when asked, they will say they are loyal to the Crown, and in awe of the divine powers their new masters possess. If servants are lazy or disobedient, they are lashed. Sometimes, they are lashed merely because their masters feel like it. Young women, even ones with children, may be purchased by incubi, who will rape them to death, then devour their bodies to avoid the scandal. Satyr priests are often given charge of the resulting orphans, and raise them to please their betters. All satyrs, it is said, have a connection to Black Heaven, even the ones born on Earth. Many of the satyrs I have spoken to believe something great and terrible is coming. They speak of the afterlife opening its g

The hisses from the snakes and the loud goat neigh from the satyr had me nervously chuckling. “Not you,” the Minotaur boomed. “Silas found out what mates were and once we are allowed to go to the surface, we will find ours!” The satyr said hurriedly. The Minotaur said he was friendly, but he looked absolutely terrifying. Those poor women had to be mated to these monsters. “Come now, we are celebrating. Why don’t you join us?” I gulped as the Satyr pulled my hand. “I’m Rhos,” he gave a fanged smile.

Not used to seeing that, she stepped back to find another stranger appearing near Gunther and Silas. "It is hard to court your Majesty when you disappear so suddenly." A chill slid down her spine at the vicious voice of the stranger. "You agreed to see me, then darted away. What other reason could you have but to want me to give chase?" It was another shock. A Satyr existed in this world? What else was there? The pointed horns on his head curled around human-like ears. Though he wore no clothes, his fur concealed his nudity, and even under all the dark hair, she could tell he was fit. Green eyes peeked through windblown black hair and her heart pounded hard in her chest. Why was this world s

Too bad for them that he had to be present at the time. Satyrs were a hybrid creature of both goat and man in their true form. They were known for their hedonic and raucous sexual nature, and they usually indulged human women using cheap magic spells to cloak their goatish features, but their smell usually gave them away. As a werewolf with heightened senses, their smell was foul and repulsive. A stomach-wrenching odor.

And for the next few hours, Riven devoted his time to explaining the supernatural realm and all its creatures to Layla. He told her about the first of the supernatural creatures that were created by Selene, the Moon Goddess. They were the lycanthropes, the witches/Sorcerers and the vampires and they were the creatures with the strongest bloodline. Selene chose the lycanthropes to be the rulers of the supernatural realm while the witches and vampires became their followers. But as the years passed, some of the witches began to fight for the position to rule the realm.

A strange-looking man, with horns on the top of his head, eyes of a feline, and whiskers, is next to the opened door. “Sebastian, this is Vladimir. He will be our guess for a while. Install him in one of the guest rooms and show him around here. I have to talk to the others members. See you later, Vladimir.” “Follow me,” Sebastian says. He starts walking, and I follow. I try to guess what he is when he stops and looks at me. “Satyr and mountain lion,” he says. “What?” I ask, confused. “In case you are wondering what I am. My father is a satyr, while my mother was a mountain lion. I don’t quite blend in with either satyrs or mountain lions. The Council was kind enough to offer me a permanent

John asked as he stood up from where he’d been writing something on the floor, with chalk. “Rare, but then again rarer still are the demons and gods”, she muttered, “The common supreme beings happen to be chimeras, Kitsune, Hydras, Medusa, Kraken, a lot of nymphs and sirens, a lot of Greek mythologies if I had to be pedantic. Oh! Your homeroom teacher Mr. Edwards is a Leviathan, and his wife is a siren I think, we’ve had the first werewolf too; The Beast of Gévaudan and Fenrirs too, a Minotaur and Basilisks. I personally have known three different Basilisks”, she listed as she tried to recall the different Ascendants she’d met. “I thought if one existed, another Ascendant of the same kind co

"Just... just this..." The priest sniffed it. He sighed heavily. "This is 'Seed of Pan'. A cheap satyr fertility drug. Thirty days straight guarantees a baby. But it never causes birth defects this bad." His voice turned deadly serious. "Unless... someone took a massive overdose." Guards dragged a satyr in right away. The half-man, half-goat looked terrified. "It's not my fault! I just followed the ancient recipe!" he cried. Evadne lunged like a wild animal. She choked the satyr. "You liar! You said thirty days! Why does my baby look like this?"

I raised my right hand and showed him the action of pinching and twisting. Animals are like that, blunt to the point of shocking. For example, dolphins. I met these ocean sprites when I was chasing blue whales. I was overjoyed then. In my childhood, these beautiful creatures with high intelligence had filled me with fondness. Gentle, smart, and friendly are all synonyms for these ocean sprites However, it was one of the ocean sprites who circled my ankle with his reproductive organs. My dad told me it was a booty call. By contrast, Mason’s behavior was a mere flirtation. And he has no reproductive organs and can only stop at the flirting stage.