Novel & Cerita Mythology Comics

Eros said. “Well, that’s just awesome. Not only am I a Goddess, excuse me, a New Goddess but there are also Werewolves and Vampires out there. Anything else I need to know?” I asked putting my head in my hands. I could feel a headache coming on. “Most Myths are real.” Hades said. “Thanks.” I said giving him my best side eye. “You’re welcome.” He said, not understanding my sarcasm. “Aria.” My sister warned.

she shrugged. “I guess that is an interesting thing,” I nodded. “Do all kids her age know this type of stuff?” I asked, looking at Logan on my left. “Not really. Just Hana. She found some mythology books in my father's library when she was five and read them with as much fever as she does fairy tales,” he shrugged. “Mythology is just older fairy tales. They are interesting. And well, I mean, I’m being raised by werewolves. So unlike most humans, I know magic is real. So it’s fun to read and wonder what’s real and what’s fake,” Hana shrugged.

"How desperate! The last words of a dying goat? I killed the King, and enjoyed doing it, the last prince will be executed tomorrow. And, I can't wait to drink your blood... It will be a great accompaniment to the meat for my birthday." "And it will be the birth of your death and downfall too. Finally the Athmata will find a way of purging out all imperfections, all impunity. A savior will arise, and he'll come with a new dawn, darkness will not stand him, it's all written in the Oracles of Times." "Who will save you woman? I love seeing how you throw the last kicks as you drown into extinction. You and all your line. I'll have a show to show you tomorrow- how will you love seeing your son's

Something—anything—that would drown out the him of my beast. My eyes landed on a thick volume about ancient Lycan myths. It had always been a favorite of mine, and it usually worked to quiet the noise in my head. Maybe it could help now. I grabbed the book and dropped into the nearest chair, flipping through the pages. My hands trembled slightly as I turned each page, even as the words blurred together in front of me. I forced myself to focus on the text, reading about the great wars between packs and the legends of the First Alphas.

"Trace the exact maternal lineage of the Ethiopian King." "Write a 500-word theological breakdown of the Primordial Chaos." All around me, the elite Awakeners of Class 1 are scribbling furiously, treating this like basic kindergarten math. I, meanwhile, am staring at a violently blank screen. My entire knowledge of Western mythology comes strictly from Marvel movies, Disney cartoons, and unhinged internet memes. If he asks me about Thor's abs or Hades's sassy flaming hair, I'm covered. But the messy, obscure family trees of ancient Greek deities? Not a chance.

I left out all the Idris info to him, not knowing if my brother knows him or not. “A Phoenix Aurora? How did you know about them? No one ever speaks of them anymore since they have been extinct for so long.” He looks at me truly puzzled by what I have said. “You see a Phoenix is the Lord of all creation, before everything from the very beginning. Men invented books depicting of a “human god” the all mighty that made everything from nothing. This is not true. The Phoenix, is the most rare mythical creature to have ever lived. Noone has seen one in hundreds and thousands of years, they have the power to build life, the power of true creation. But alas, they have died out a victim of their own

And right now, she's reading Michael's birthday present to her: Greek Myth and Legend. Feet up, stretched out on the settee in front of the fire, she couldn't look happier.... Well, maybe there's one way.... I nudge up her feet to sit beside her. "Which story are you reading?" "The one about how Heracles wrestled with Achelous and broke off his horn and created the cornucopia.... The horn of plenty." She dimples happily and there's a merry little twinkle in her eye. Is that some kind of hint?

Some of these chapters may contain: Torture Homicide Horror-like elements Sexual assaults *NO RAPE* Along with: Demonology Crude dialogue Emotional trauma Do also note: There will be humor, love, and mentions of religious mythology throughout the WHOLE story. Please do not be offended by any mythology that is used! It is mostly based around Christian beliefs but there are also a few other cultures that are mentioned. A lot of the creatures will be imaginative but there are a few that WILL be named, such as Tatzelwurm, Aeshma, Cerberus, and Demon Hounds. With all that said, any who wish to continue, please enjoy and watch the character growth!

“I know it sounds batshit insane. Like the caller’s hallucinating or screwing with me. But he knew things—details no one should. And if there’s even a chance…” Lysander held up a hand, stopping me. “It doesn’t sound insane. Not entirely.” I blinked, caught off guard. “What?” He pushed off the table, walking to a bookshelf in the corner crammed with art books, sketchpads, and a few dusty tomes that looked older than the school. He pulled one out—a thick, leather-bound volume with faded gold lettering: “Mythos and Metaphor: Ancient Lore in Modern Art.” He flipped through it, landing on a page with illustrations of snarling wolves under full moons, runes etched around the borders.

That was Frank the monster’s thing. “We don’t even need to watch videos, Ian already showed me how to do it. You just press down on this trigger thingy, point at the area you want to paint and voila! It’s done.” She patiently explained how the whole contraption worked, up until the point of how to get paint into the eqiupment, but I didn’t hear a single word. I nodded in all the right places, at least I thought it was in the right places, but my mind was brimming over with questions. What was Kyros? It had introduced itself as a god. The fire god to be specific. Admittedly, my greek mythology was terrible, seeing as all I knew about it was from the few comics I read and the Thor movie I watc