Mythology Osiris Novels & Stories

Osiris! Even though Hayley had not heard about Osiris’ background and it had been a very long time since she mingled in the clubs, the name was very familiar to her. If one were to describe King Erik as a legend, Osiris would almost be a myth! It was precisely due to Osiris that Regicide Heofon had become such a powerful club that ranked first in the Big Four. Moreover, she heard that Osiris was already a Level-3 invincibilis fighter. One could describe a Level-3 invincibilis fighter as someone who could dominate the world almost like a real god.

“This heist is a practice run for the vengeance I wish to take against my aunt and uncle who run the First Faction.” He was talking about Isis and Osiris, whose part of Hell governed all the souls that had come from Africa. I rose off my seat and walked around the table on trembling legs. Ophois had to be drunk, or high, or impulsive, because this was a lot to ask of one person. Even if we’d spent time together training, and his personality wasn’t terrible, and he made a nice-enough looking human, he was still a god of war who ate people. My mind whirred, trying to think of something that wouldn’t cause him offense.

In Aaru the rushes grow tall and wide, along the banks of the Ka and into the veil of eternity. Where grand Osiris resides, protecting the souls who passed those many perils along the way, thwarting the armed fiends that guarded the doors. The boundless reeds signal rest and cradle the weary, concealing lush hunting and offering nothing but paradise. Where the sun rises, the soul sets, forever and for a day.

“Wouldn’t you be? If you were taking from here and held somewhere else against your will, in a place where nobody treats you like you’re someone of importance?” “But you are someone of importance. You are important.” She scoffed. “That’s not how I have been treated.” Mavrek scooted closer and leaned forward. “Have you ever heard of Osyron? Or of the year of Osyron?” She knitted her brows and shook her head, picking up interest in what he had asked. “Well, that is the reason why you have been brought here. That is a legend of a god who was summoned some thousand of years ago, some death god of vengeance and chaos. It is something everyone here knows, but it is also something nobody here would

There were golden yellow, palette yellow, white, orange, an pink. “Woah, talk about a daffodil craze.” she remarked. “To tell you the truth, your ladyship, it was almost impossible to grow any flower in the underworld especially because of the absence of the madam.” “Really? Then what is it with Hades and daffodils?” In her mind, she is calling him stupid. “You might not remember this but daffodils or narcissus, as we call it, reminds the master of you.” “Of me?” Angelique searched her brain for possible connection of Persephone, Hades and narcissus but failed. Unfortunately, her favorite Greek mythology couple is Eros and Psyche.

"You are the one who killed her!" He grabbed his trident and smashed it on the ground. "I never want to see you again!" He turned and ran out of the temple without looking back. Zale looked at the broken trident. It looked just like their broken bond. On the other side, the High Priests met a worse fate. Hecate tried to go to the River Styx to find Kressa's soul pieces. But the God of the Underworld told her Kressa's dying wish: Never see the traitors again in any lifetime. Her soul pieces turned into starlight and would never return.

I asked him, panic thick in my voice as I suddenly looked around in fright and waited for whatever this evil may be to suddenly attack me since I was aware of its existence. "Tis a tale, is it not?" he casually spoke with a shrug and I shook my head. "There is truth in myths, Abigor. You of all people should know that," he was a man of intelligence, no doubt a man that should be aware of truths in all matters myth or folklore, "and what you have described...only one mythical creature is capable of sucking the blood out of its victims..." Master Abigor looked down at me, his eyes emotionless yet eager. The left corner of his lips slightly raised as he gave me a slow blink, "and which mythical

Jenn’s POV The place Osiris was talking about was a mountain known as The Spire. I’d always thought it was a myth or no longer in existence because the place was mostly written about in books, especially the ones my mother shared with me sometimes. In the ancient times, it had been home to the druids who were once part of the realm, but according to the stories, they’d been wiped out during the Great war that led to separation of the realm. If that place still existed and Selene who had a compulsion power lived there, there was only one conclusion to come to.

Her essence flowed within his blood. And just like how he would not hesitate to burn down into ashes in her love... He wouldn't hesitate to burn anyone who touches her... Leaving no blood, no bones behind... But only Ashes. Ashes to mixed with the dirt. . His fondness was different from others. His love was hidden in his chest. His thirst was drowning in his mind. His desire was leashed with his soul that all needed HIS PERSEPHONE. . He was The HADES. .

She wrapped the cup and snuck back out She looked into a room and saw the followers with some mundane eyes which were closed, kissing and having fun. She felt an urge to crash the party but held herself back. "That wasn't so bad", she said as she jumped down the fence. "We are done digging the supreme one. Come do the honors", Diana said. The coffin was opened "Child of the night Protector of the clan A soul corrupted by immorality Osiris, keeper of the gate, master of all fate, hear me.. Rise from your sleep, let the world be at your feet". He then cut his wrists and let the blood drip into Lucas' mouth.