Naomi Lord Mythical Creatures Novels & Stories

So he is the man that Old Remi called Linux and the owner of the necklace that suddenly appeared around my neck? I suddenly clung to Linux when the ground shook again. I think this guy is strong and can fight the monster worm that is attacking us. I have no choice but to pull out the glowing arrow stuck in his chest. "Can you kill that monster?" I talked with him. Linux snorted haughtily before answering my question. "It's like you don't know me, Sabina. You know that I can't only kill this kind of weak monster but I can also kill other demons," he answered me with an arrogant tone.

Alexander replies in a low tone so as not to disturb the other readers, “The Lunar Legacy is pretty isolated from everyone else because we’re in the middle of the mountains. You need to go out of the mountain range to find the other packs. From the top of my mind, I can recall the packs Gemini, Blood Moon, Stoneridge, and of course, the Crescent Moon pack being around. Does any of those names ring a bell?” I think about all the names he’d said, but all of them sound foreign. “No,” I inform him regretfully, “None of them sound familiar.” “Oh,” He nods at the book, “Go on, take a look.” I turn the book open. It’s a pretty thick volume with chapters dedicated to all things of creatures, shifter

The creature of his nightmare. How was that even possible? Jenna whispered as she too looked at the creature, "I've never seen one before, but my witch’s friends once told me that there was a serpent beast that resides here, a creature of the night. A Lamia Aegeus." Jenna answered him back in the same manner of amazement, yet entertained by the look of Alpha's panicked demeanour. “You okay? You look pale, Alpha.” He hissed at her, "Lamia Aegeus?" asked Henry, his eyes rattling back and forth in a perfunctory scan for the creature. His eyes opened wide as he stared off into the distance. “I've never seen anything like it.”

Chapter Sixty Eight “Moon Spirit?” Naomi was puzzled. Why was she shocked though? If werewolves were real, why not spirits too? “Yes. The Moon Spirit is our maker. We regard her as a divine deity. She’s basically our god. She’s the one who matches us with mates as well.” Senina explained patiently. “Only few werewolves are lucky to see her in their lifetime.” “Wow, and she appeared because of Daykan.” Naomi was impressed.

“But it’s a good change so I guess I’m supposed to be happy about it. Anyway, I’ve made dinner so I’m off to bed. Been a stressful day. It’s on days like this I wish I had your dad’s super strength.” “Goodnight mom.” “Goodnight.” After Lupa went upstairs to sleep, Claud turned to Damien. “Your mom’s not here anymore. You can now tell me what you were actually doing the library.” “So you too don’t believe I can start taking my studies seriously?” “No, not really.” “But you’re right though, I wasn’t studying. I was going through books to get leads on what the creature that is orchestrating all this could be.” “So, find anything?” “So far the only creatures powerful enough to hold ogres down an

A knock on the door made me move the quilt lower to ask who it was. "High Lord Tymon has asked that I bear food and fruits to you, my Lady." A tiny voice came from the other side of the door. A brownie, perhaps. I turned my back to the door. "I'm not hungry. Later." I said. I vaguely registered a sigh and shuffling of feet as the brownie left. "What the history will not tell you is that Dragons were not created by Luna. We existed. Even before Luna." I blinked at that, but said nothing, lest I interrupt her. "Before Luna, the mother, there were other gods that ruled the world. There were beings that walked the earth that were feared. Some still do. Like

“Stay here. I’ll find a book for you to read for me.” “Sure,” Chan replied, making herself comfortable on the bed. This is nice, she thought in delight. Putting her feet up was truly wonderful. Lilly returned with a book, and Chan wasn’t surprised it was one she’d written. It was the second book of the Sacred Sword series. She wondered if Lilly understood about the Naga’s world where monsters like the Naga and Garuda resided. It was Hindu mythology and rarely known or understood by the western world. “You can read me this one,” Lilly said.

Elara, gripping her staff tightly, exclaimed, "By the stars! What monstrosity is that?" Lyria, her face pale but determined, responded, "That is the Eclipsion, a creature birthed from Meranthia's darkest memories and regrets. It's the embodiment of our past mistakes." Seraphina, summoning her energy, declared, "Then it's a part of this realm's history we must confront." Liora glanced at the others, her voice laced with apprehension, "Remember the anthem. Our unity, combined with the song's power, might be our best chance."

That's the kind of person I strive to be, and that's what keeps me fighting, clinging to this fragile thread of life with all that I am. In the encompassing darkness that envelopes my vision, the moon's celestial radiance pierces through, unveiling the divine presence that stands before me. It's as if the moon itself has taken form, radiant and ethereal, with fur that shimmers like stardust, and an aura of maternal warmth that envelops me. This is the Moon Goddess, the legendary figure woven into the tapestry of werewolf folklore. And here she stands, materialized before me, in all her majestic glory.