Mythical Satyr Novels & Stories

‘Pathetic…’ Sathe closed his eyes as his control slowly slipped from his grasp. He could feel as his eyes changed colour, and feel as fur covered his arms. His claws came forth next, unintentionally sinking into Verya’s thighs. “Owe…Sathe…what’s tha…?” She looked down at his arm, eyes widening when she saw what was happening. “N-No…Sathe you can~” “Verya!” Both Sathe and Verya turned to stare at the creature who called out. It landed behind them, and Sathe growled as he turned around to look at it. It was a fae, yes, but it was a child.

I ask. “No,” he answers. “Not only werewolves reside here.” I stop walking. “What?” I turn to him. “Are you saying there are other creatures?” “Yes,” he replies simply. “There are witches, vampires, and the Satyrs.” I blink at him. “Satyrs?” “They are rarely seen,” he continues. “Only the Alphas can see them. They are wild oracles.” My brain feels like it is about to short-circuit. “So you’re telling me,” I say slowly, “that all this exists and humans just… don’t know?”

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.

Below his pants are thin goat's legs with black cloven hooves. “You’re a satyr?” I blink hard in disbelief. “Oh, no your Majesty. I am much more than a satyr.” The creature chuckles at me. He puts his arms and lets them drop to his sides. “I am Pan, but these days I go by Peter Payne.” “Pan is dead. He died two thousand years ago. I… I was in Palodes when Thamus declared it.” I shake my head. “This is a trick.” “Iokaste, dear girl, think back. Why were you in Palodes that day?” The creature crosses his arms and leans against the back of a chair.

I can see her body trembling. "But that's absurd; now he doesn't want us to enter Hell?" I screamed in frustration. "We can't do anything; he is the guard of Hades. Satan's father after Cerberus is now guarding Satan." "Look at its heads—each head has a unique name: Cerberus (meaning demon of the pit), Aidoios (meaning destroyer), and Tisiphone (meaning vengeful destruction). These heads represent the past, present, and future, symbolising the creature's knowledge of all things."

"Take cover!" And I realized he was referring to me. Fear laced on his voice and I can't blame him. For before my very eyes, were numberless deaths in there. Under my feet were satyrs, centaurs, hyenas, nagas and Mautaurs brought to their doomed.

"I guess, I'm leaving. I am going to see Katie" They embraced. Kay said "Call me" "I will" he replied finally leaving. ° ° ° Below the city lights to the dark cronies and gatherings of unidentified refuse and sewages, there were disturbing conjuring of unusual slimy yet bloodied creatures clinging together. This strange creatures could pass pass for reptiles such as snakes though they appeared white with coats of blood red. Joined together, they transformed to a beautiful light skinned damsel fully naked in all her glory. She saw the moon through a tiny hole just above her wavy hair. She smiled as she seemed to sniff the stinking air.

Satine said as if she was telling some enchanted story. “So unlike the scroll I have over there.” She said motioning to the scroll still rolled up. “This scroll is of the families who were actual wolves. And yes before you ask I mean wolf, wolfs, like the animal. They were cursed to be human. The moon goddess in the beginning was very…very child-like. She was wanting to experiment and play. “ Satine spoke as if she was not trying to insult anyone. “So she placed these two curses, which she thought would be blessingings.” Satine continued pausing slightly looking up at Aldric who was holding back any expression.

That was when I realized I could no longer have an erection. My penis was like a wilted plant that could never come to life again. When Eva saw it, she turned around and left without a word. I let out a bitter chuckle. Karma came sooner than I'd thought. Desire was a double-edged sword. I finally understood now. Unfortunately, I could never feel the joy of being a man again. Fortunately, I would never be trapped by satyriasis again either.

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v