Novel & Cerita Naomi Lord Mythical Creatures

He looked at Becky in shock. Becky smile and nodded her head. " You are smart. Yes I am Goddess. I am Goddess of werewolves. I have powers of Divine. You can trust me". " Ok then show me your power. Prove me". He smirks. She raises her hand and a strong thunder hit the room. A sharp light came down from the sky and turns into A large magic wand appear which appear in her hand and long and broad enough to touch on floor. She closed her eyes while chanting some magical words and change her avatar into a complete Goddess. She opens her eyes and her eyes turn into emerald green and a golden crown was honourably hold by sweet birds in their beaks and they put the crown on Her Highness head. The w

⸻ The Queen’s expression darkened. ⸻ “Before Blackthorne.” ⸻ Silence. ⸻ The palace shook violently. ⸻ Chunks of crystal shattered from the ceiling. ⸻ The Queen barely seemed to notice. ⸻ Her eyes remained locked on Amara’s. ⸻ “There were creatures before wolves.” ⸻ Amara froze. ⸻ “What?” ⸻ The Queen took a slow breath. ⸻ “When the world was young, there were beings born directly from the Moon.”

******* ---------------- Somewhere --------------- Kian is still feeling bad. He can still hear his loved ones calling out to him. He's in another world. The world where the mythical creatures are. The place where the deities live. He is watching the different mythical animals. He befriended them since he was 10 and this place became his hideout. Some of them can change into human form. "My lord, you came." one of the creatures said. Kian can talk to them whether in their original state or human state. ..sulking again?"

Lady Maelira Volarix - wild red hair, temper hotter than dragon breath, rumored pyromancer Lord Cassian Volarix - sharp jaw, sharper wit, plays politics like chess, fire dances in his palms 🌊 Court of Water - Emotion, healing, secrets, drowning beauty Lady Nymira Crestvale - stunning and silent, her tears are said to hold memories Lord Sylien Crestvale - high-born snob with ocean eyes, calm exterior, hides many betrayals 🌍 Court of Earth - Stability, legacy, decay, unyielding will Lady Teryn Mossvale - a noblewoman with roots deeper than trees, known for speaking with stone Lord Garrik Mossvale - stubborn, brutal, carved from granite, his loyalty is only to the realm 🌬️ Court of Air - Fre

“She knew what you were.” “Of course she knew,” Jonathan said. “Want to know why? Because….drumrolls…..she’s not human either. And her boyfriend Luca? Also a wolf. They’ve all been lying to you. Everyone’s been keeping secrets from poor little Naomi while she stumbles around completely unaware that monsters are real..” “No,” Naomi said, shaking her head. “You’re a pathetic liar. Lily would have told me. She wouldn’t keep something like that from me.” “Wouldn’t she?” Jonathan asked. “Think about it. All those times she acted strange, all those secrets she kept. She was protecting herself, not you.”

“The wards are physically intact. What Naomi is using...it isn’t typical dark magic that shatters barriers. It’s a form of light variation or simulacra creation. It copies the precise essence of someone, a fragment of their soul and energy, and creates a physical vessel. Not malicious, just… hollow. That’s why the copies can’t think for themselves, and that’s why I couldn't feel a heart.” Roman crosses his arms, immediately analyzing the tactical implication. “Then we play along. We pretend we don’t know. We must let her believe she’s still in total control. That is, until we find out exactly how deep her power runs and how smart she is so we can have the upper hand.” I glance back at Olivia

Just like all of us. Tawny springs into action with Crimson, commanding what’s left of the werecat army to charge. “We don’t give up!” She screams! Watching the people I call friends, and the ones I love fight for their life pinches my heart. This should never have been. Electric blue sparks flickered across my knuckles. ‘Do it.’ Duke says. ‘Or Aodh will kill us all.’ Aodh. The god of the underworld. Or one of them. Him being the most powerful in mythology the one who promised Inanna as his bride. He had come for Lamia, or at least her wolf. But she was no longer on this plane of existence.

Maela whispered. Silence. Then she stepped closer to the pedestal and raised one pale hand. A shimmering pool of silver formed in the air between us. And in it, I saw flashes. A war. Not just wolves—but creatures with glowing eyes and scales, beings made of shadow and fire, tearing through forests and skies. And in the center of it all—women with marks across their skin, channeling moons and stars through their veins. Moonbound. One of them looked like me. The vision faded.

The moon reflected perfectly in its still water, half red, half silver. The girl sat at its edge, feet dangling above the reflection. Lyra approached quietly. “They’re afraid of you.” Liora didn’t turn. “You are too.” Lyra hesitated. “A little.” The girl smiled faintly. “Good. Fear means you still care.” Lyra sat beside her. “Do you hear her still? Dominion?” “Sometimes,” Liora said. “When I close my eyes, she whispers stories. About the first gods, about the hunger that made stars burn. She says creation was never meant to sleep.”

Once she left, I went right back into my dream state, a place where unicorns, dragons, centaurs, fairies, mermaids, and even creatures like werewolves and other shifter beings resided. My mind has taken me to another planet, I suppose. Where different raises of humanoid creatures reside. Maybe all of those stories my mom has told Vega and I about Lyra have molded their way into my subconscious. My mom should write a book about this supposed planet we all lived on in a past life. She would make millions.