Niamh Mythology Novels & Stories

Nysera: The Goddess of Secrets Volume I – The Forgotten Goddess. Chapter 1: The Child Without a Name (Part I) In the Celestial Realm, every divine birth was an event of cosmic celebration. When a god or goddess welcomed a new life into being, the massive Pillars of Heaven would groan as they etched the newborn's name into eternal stone. Sacred, resonant bells would ring across every divine territory, and rivers of liquid golden light would flood the skies for seven days and seven nights, signaling to all of creation that another immortal soul had taken its place in the cosmos.

I said, clearing my throat and sitting up, only to be pulled onto his lap. “No need for sorries. Do you want to share what it was about?” he asked me. Secrecy was not always necessary for my visions. There had only been a couple that I had to keep absolutely confidential, but this was not one of them. I nodded my head and took a long sip of water from the bottle that Chris had just handed me, trying to get my thoughts in order. “It was a vision about a woman that I hadn’t seen in about ninety years. The last time we crossed paths was in Egypt. Nailah is a Sphinx, so her lifespan is even longer than that of the Fae.”

Gabriel POV Gabriel woke early, sipping on coffee in his kitchen and watching the sun rise over the red rocks in the distance. Where his section on the compound was, he could see nature for miles. He was pondering about the research notes he had taken for Lucy on nymph lore. Supposedly nymphs were fairies in a sense; a nature deity that had different personifications of different habitats. Mermaids could even be associated with nymphs. They were usually beautiful, enticing maidens who could seduce men.

They were gathered around the central lake, their faces upturned, their expressions a mixture of fear and grim resolution. Elder Niam turned as I entered, his ancient eyes holding no surprise, only a deep, weary sorrow. “You feel it,” he said. It wasn’t a question. “They have a lock of my daughter’s hair,” I gasped, collapsing to my knees before him. “They’re using it for a ritual. They’re tearing the world apart! You have to help me! You have to stop them!” Niam’s face was a mask of stone. “We cannot.” The two words were a death sentence. “What? But you’re the keepers! You have to—”

Also, the Moon Goddess said the same thing about all supernatural beings under one ruler. I do not know whether I was just hallucinating or not. When I asked Arthur about the existence of the Nyaminyami, he confirmed it but said it was exclusive to Azania. I will go to Azania to seek its guidance because I don't believe in coincidence. This is my long term plan, of course. However, for now, I will do the needful.

Elysia, determination evident in her voice, declared, "Then we'll begin our quest. Guide us, Keeper." The Keeper pointed to a luminous branch. "Start with the Realm of Creation. There, you'll understand the beginnings of all things. But beware, for with creation comes chaos." Niamh, taking a deep breath, responded, "Chaos we're familiar with. It's the understanding we seek."

Scott asked softly after a brief pause. "You had the chance to kill Nemesis and you let him live" Liam professed. The Mage put his hand on his head in shock. "What?!" Scott sounded surprised. "How did he know about that? It happened within these walls" he asked in amazement. "Alpha Nolan is the all knowing. Do you think you are his only eyes and ears in here. Nemesis was his greatest enemy, he gave you his life on a plate and you misused the opportunity" Liam conveyed his anger with the voice he used.

"Of course you weren't. The actual truth is you miss the wildlife you had always lived before I stepped into your life. You thought good riddance to bad rubbish when you tossed me away like trash. Now you are back because you got played. If you think I would be foolish enough to take you back, then you are joking. As you can see, I have a good life here. Go live yours too and never step foot here again. Or else I will be sure to keep my promise. Don't test my patience, Gael. I am no longer that caring, Nia." "Nia, please," I begged, teary-eyed. Nia crouched low despite her giant belly and looked me in the eye with extreme spite. "Read my lips, Gael, if you remain here for one more minute. Yo

And it seems her wolf was more stunned than Nyma herself. Like standing at the mouth of a thunderous storm. It was the sensation of being watched—not with malice, but with all-knowing. A presence that had existed before time itself and would endure long after. And Nyma was pushed down by it. With the fevered haze increased, Nyma then clearly saw them all. Specially the Moon Goddess...Cynthia was forgotten legend of Werewolves myth, never a manifestation. A concept worshipped in rituals, not a being who walked among mortals.

Finanna continued, "Girls, this is Julianna." Lyra whispered in my ear, "The one with blue eyes and dark skin is Aria, the mermaid princess, Wanda the one with the beautiful butterfly wing is the fairy princess, and Niamh,is the girl with white hair she is daughter of the legendary Jaw pack's leader. Niamh werewolf transformation has nine tails, just like the Japanese legend." I was awestruck. "Wow, the Kyūbi no Kitsune?" Lyra nodded. Aria smiled. "We've heard so much about you."