Nekomata Mythology Novels & Stories

she continued. Miss Mata stands fiercely, ready to fight. Angrily stared at the dark tornado. “She is a Kala witch. Jheval, a soul thief and an eye eater. I cannot defeat her, she took my eyes before that’s how I died a century ago.” She says and Mike placed Helena’s puppies into their basket. “So, how old are you this year?” Rasmiah says which made Miss Mata groans and rolls her brown eyes.

“Hold them over the salt line and walk counter clockwise. Speak the chant as you go.” As we began to move, the chant spilled from my lips, the words slipping off my tongue like shadows. Thinking of Kaelith of all things, I glanced out at the forest. Would he come tonight? At the very least to protect Nova? “Naruum demonia vel’eth … drah’kor fiera godai …” “… nectum drath’uun … vey toran ghuul…”

Lod had tanned skin, short blue hair, and silver eyes. The only female dragon deity, Tiamat, looked after the North East territory. Her council members were Belinda and Kushim. Belinda had fair skin that was covered in freckles, brown hair, and green eyes. While her chosen mate had skin as dark as midnight, silver hair with a matching goatee, and brown eyes.

"We always wondered why the Moon Goddess didn't strike him down. We wondered how a wolf could poison the earth, torture Elementals, and twist the laws of nature without Her intervention. We thought perhaps She had turned Her back on us." Elder Horne leaned forward, his cane clattering against the desk. "What did you find?" Thorpe pushed the book toward the center of the desk. It showed a grotesque illustration: a circle of runes carved not into stone, but into something organic. Something white and porous. "He isn't just using technology," Thorpe choked out. "He is using necromancy. He has created a blind spot." Fennigan frowned, looking at the drawing. "A blind spot? How do you blind a Godd

The Tiamat I know is a mythological creature, a five-headed dragon goddess with eternal power. Strangely, when that name was mentioned, Aland’s face immediately turned angry. He, who was previously calm, now became restless. Aland’s pair of blue eyes opened wide and looked darker. “Don’t call me by that name! I never even knew her. You’re just a monster who uses human flesh.” Daran opened his snout and let out a long howl. Hot steam came out of his mouth. He looked so angry and was about to attack Aland again.

The shadowy figure from his dreams, the malevolent presence that lurked in the depths of his subconscious, began to stir with renewed vigor. One night, under the canopy of stars and the silent watch of the mountain ash, Morekish consulted with his mother about the ominous signs. The nexus, the cosmic gateway, seemed to resonate with a disturbance that rippled through the realms. His mother's eyes, reflecting the wisdom of ages, revealed a mix of concern and determination. "Morekish, the adversary you sense is a remnant of a time long past. An entity that seeks to exploit the nexus for its own dark purposes. It is a force that has been thwarted before, but its persistence threatens the delica

All eyes shift to Kanati and Kamama. Kanati nods to me, then begins speaking. Kamama translates for the table. “We’ve found no traces of the red witches—on this land or in the southern territories. Huitzilopochtli confirms there isn’t even the residue of their incense left. We tracked them to Loch Ness, but Loviatar must have teleported them to the Underworld from there. As a living god, Kanati cannot enter the Underworld unless one of the gods of that realm invites him.”

I kind of expect that we're going to have to fight eventually but I don't see anything and the forest has been awfully quiet ever since we started walking Kimora: I sense something very powerful nearby. This is definitely unsettling because it almost feels like a Deadic. Jourton: What's a Deadic??? Kimora: Deadic's are what you guys would effectively refer to as gods but here's the thing, they're pretty much just as human as anyone else and the crazy part is I basically live with two of them. this thing however feels very different almost as if it has a definition and that on its own is concerning.

I was born Alsie Neferet and for 24 ½ years I was under the impression that I was a human-werewolf hybrid and that was why I didn’t get my wolf or find my fated mate at the age of 18. None of that was true. My mom wasn’t a human. She was a direct descendant of Nut, and she carried my dormant wolf, Rana. My mom couldn’t shift. Once my mom became pregnant with me, the 100th generation of Nut, Rana awakened. Nut is the ancient Egyptian goddess of the sky, stars, cosmos, and universe. Nut is considered the Protector of the Dead and is one of the oldest deities of the Egyptian pantheon. Nut represents the night sky and is a protector of Earth. Rana is Nut’s wolf, and the 100-generation curse w

she paused as if looking for the exact words, “I was sort of pardoned. I am actually here to get rid of those Demons you were talking about.” “What?” Azrael exclaimed, bewildered. That’s unusual. Namaah is a devoted ally of Lucifer. She has also been the war leader of the Avestan, a race of female warriors descended from Satrina that have been exiled from Heaven. A great warrior and admired leader, forged in the bowels of Hell to torture the guilty for all of eternity, Nae is an arch-demon having served for eons as one of Hell’s head torturers. “I was trying to keep them out of here. Those rogue Demons were trying to attack Constanta since the other day.” Nae replied and gestured while expla