Mythology Osiris Novels & Stories

"What can you tell me of that connection of werewolves in ancient times?" "The god, Osiris, defended a city against an invading army, but a pack of wolves helped, saving the people despite lots of casualties." Melanie tapped her pencil on her textbook. "Osiris renamed the town Lycopolis which means wolf city and ordered the bodies of the fallen wolves to be mummified beneath the city for resurrection in the underworld." "Got that from your necromancy class, right?" Mercier grunts. "Doesn't matter where I learned it," Melanie shoots back. "All that matters is that I know it."

Osiris nodded, "yeah, long story short. He fell in love with April and helped her after she lost her leg when hunters took her. They had Leia, and a while later we discovered a way to turn him into a werewolf." He sighed and rubbed his head, "there is so much more to life, to this pack, and to werewolves in general that you don’t know. We all have our shit, but we’re not bad people. We love, and we try to do the best we can. This pack is my family." Cyrus came in with three coffees, and it seemed he heard most of our conversation. "Osiris killed most of the hunters. But it doesn’t fucking matter anyway, they're not after us anymore. The hunters can just sit there and fucking wait for us to s

The walls Oya walked past were black and slimy, the walls rippled as though they were alive. Slime ran from the top of the walls to their bottom in big slimy gooey drops. The walls reeked of death and misery and aptly so for this was the abode of Neifler, the ruler of the underworld where ungodly and cursed souls came to rest. As she moved down the long passage that led to the center of his abode she prepared herself for the discomfort that awaited her behind the heavy black doors that were built into the walls with human bones. Oya forced herself to stay calm as she approached this door. She was the most powerful goddess, after all, the only one who could face Demeus in a battle with the po

Irony was the black Porsche passing at overwhelming speed in front of the temple that was located in Edfu, the temple of Horus, the god of the rising sun who sacrificed the safety of his own life in the name of avenging the death of his father Osiris, a God like the one who did not cease his quest until he killed the murderer of the one he loved most and finally became ruler of Egypt. A good ending, even if it was always clear that any political or power figure, regardless of the time or what he lived, would never leave that position without tarnishing a practical and minimal model of character, Karila Aistarabaw I would not be an exception to this rule, his personal capabilities ranged from

I say when they all look at me. “The war, the witches, the war with the wolves, the impending wars to come. That is why you were born. You are the priestesses’ last living relative.” Odessa tells me and I don’t know what to make of all of this. “So, like Jadara, I am a pawn?” I ask, my voice cracking, and Odessa nods her head. “I’m sorry Rosa. You are stronger than you know. I know you feel it. You are the link to the light. Don’t you find it strange how an orphaned wolf was drawn to the Goddess of Hell?” she asks, and now that she mentions it, I am curious.

Suddenly, the wind got stronger and the oracle appeared, "Why did you come here all of a sudden?" Francis asked, completely confused, "Destiny has come. The woman in the prophecy has come. The woman who has a lot of powers. Her power is unmatched by anyone or anything. She is the savior, but she can also be the destroyer. They will fight for the name of love. " Oracle says, "What do you mean she can be a savior or a destroyer, and, more importantly, who the hell is she?" Francis asked,

Many were holding pickaxes and shovels, digging at the surrounding rocks and ground while women wearing skimpy outfits with tiny black wings attached onto their backs lashed out at the men, occasionally whipping the men's already feeble bodies with the long thorny whips in their hands. "Where am I? Didn't I die? Is this hell?" [You've transmigrated into a young man's body in a parallel world called Fiore. In this world, the Gods had either all died or were captured by the demons.] A mechanical voice sounded. "Whoa, who is speaking to me?" Alex looked to his surrounding frantically, surprised by the sudden voice. [I'm the Eros God System, created by God Eros during the War of Genesis waged be

“There’s plenty of blood bags in the clinic. If he’s after blood, maybe that will be enough to stop his frenzy?” “Good thinking!” Rory cheered, leaving Lucas and I to keep Osiris corralled. It became more evident as he paced that he was not in control of himself. His eyes had gone a deep red and he seemed lost in a bloodlust. He was acting on instinct alone. I let my mind wander to everything I had ever read about supernaturals, but aside from human fantasies, there was no documented beings beyond werewolves. As insane as it seemed, the only thing that made sense was Osiris coming from another world. It was a wild theory, but nothing else could explain the woods being empty before the sudden

Now they are all on bended knee in surrender. Osiris moves across the front lawn of the royal mansion and scoops me into his arms. As he holds me bridal style, he checks me over for injuries. The tingles of the mate bind spread through my bind with more intensity than ever before, and the pain on my arms and back subsides. “I am fine,” I say as I wiggle out of his arms. “Faris saved me.” “What do you mean?” Osiris looks skeptical. “He sacrificed his life for mine,” I say, sniffing back the tears in my eyes. “Right before he died, he said ‘a life for a life,’ and he…”

“Osiris set up the barrier. Only he knows the location of it…I suppose and a few humans too because they helped him erect it. Unfortunately for you, Osiris is a myth these days. The man who betrayed his kind and had a human mate. The most powerful alpha to ever exist who roams the shadows with regret and heartbreak over losing his mate. Don’t go digging history that has already been buried. It doesn’t matter if you are a Kincaid and a powerful one at that. Let our world remain as it is” “Ten thousand as promised”, Dice rolls the packet of money to the old man. My feet are already shuffling outside this hellhole that has made it hard to breathe.