Mythology Osiris Novels & Stories

He killed my parents out of jealousy and deprived me of the better life I would have had with them. I had thought about who I was all this while and now I know who I am. I’m not just some commoner that was picked up the street. I have a name and I’m Iris, my mother name is Katherine and even though I don’t know what my father name is, I know he was a royal, a king in his own right and I’m not going to allow my life end like his did. I will fight for them, so I could avenge their death. I felt tears rushing down my cheeks, the pain I was feeling right now was much worse than the one I was receiving from the silver chair that was burning through my skin.

I turned to look at her confused. “I thought you left?” “I came back when I saw the golden light. She has definitely awakened and right now, the Iris we know is just another consciousness trapped in her body. The goddess’s essence has overpowered her consciousness because of the weak state of her body.” She explained. “I do not understand.”

How couldn't one possibly love something that wasn’t even there yet so much already? All his life, Adom hates himself for being an omega; he hates his true nature; he wants to hide himself and his true identity. And he even worked hard for it, doing everything to prove himself an Alpha; he did every impossible task, which a normal Omega never even thinks about. Now here he is! He is going to be a mother; he is going to give birth to a child. His child! His world!

Ophelia opened her mouth, but I raised a hand. “I want to scream too,” I said quietly. “I want to break things. But this? This right here is what Osiris wants. For us to fracture. To stop trusting each other.” Jade looked at me. His face was a battlefield of guilt and sorrow. “He did what he thought he had to,” I said. “He’s not the one who lit the fires. Osiris is. He’s the one who took my mother. He’s the one we hunt next.”

And he gave you to all of us. For his part he was grateful for all that I'd done for you, and approved of our unusual romance. He seemed to imply that this sort of thing wasn't that odd in the circles that he travelled in, and that it made perfect sense for a woman with otherworldly blood to give birth to children who were destined to be lovers. After all, weren't Isis and Osiris sister and brother? Didn't that happen over and over in myth and legend? Besides all of that, he and mother are obviously and completely in love with each other. She has come into her own, the dark and bloody fey lady that she is. We visit them regularly and are always welcomed in their house.

Malzareth's expression remained perfectly calm, but internally, his thoughts sharpened. ​The Abyss had existed long before his temple, before the surrounding kingdoms, and before many of the gods themselves had even been formed. The oldest records mentioning its depths were older than written history, and no one knew its true origin or what lived at the bottom. They only knew one unbreakable rule: those who entered its dark waters never returned. Long ago, powerful High Gods, adventurers, and explorers had foolishly ventured down into the dark, and within weeks, their names vanished from the sacred Record of Life. Their histories were not merely marked dead; they were completely erased from

Professor Damaris also said that every Summoner has a spirit animal who can protect and guide them. The Healing Caste is the sixth caste in the Olympus wherein people like Dr. Foster have the ability to heal and revive someone from death. If not so, others from this caste can create different kinds of potions—good potions to be exact. Professor Damaris didn’t elaborate on it because she said that I’m able to know it soon.

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

Zoya looked at her father with adoration in her eyes. "You really loved Ammi right?" She asked softly, eyeing their wedding album. "More than I think anyone ever could" Yasir whispered with a far away look in his eyes. His eyes moistened as Zoya cuddled near him. He hugged her close to his chest caressing her hair while he told her about her they met and how Yasir felt as if he couldn't think of anything else other than Maheen. Zoya listened attentively. She had heard this story multiple times but every time it makes her belief on soulmates stronger. After a while he told her about Qadir, who was a private investigator.

that the money lent by the orphanage was just enough to last for a month. Good thing that my orphanage had an educational program which helped me finish high school and this aided me to get a job easily at the inventory department of Lyla’s Café. I must admit that everything went smoothly, maybe I was truly lucky. However, I still wanted to have that space wherein I don't have to think about anything, but even though I do, I don't want to become an empty space which is who I am at the moment. My thoughts went to a halt when I heard a loud bang from a harshly closed door and when I traced as to where it came from I saw a young lady wearing a light, white cocktail dress with hair so soft as t