Okami Mythology Novels & Stories

I fired back at him, making a frown cross his face. "Fucking racist!" One of them hissed from behind me. At least I now know they're not in possession of my mate. "We're kitsunes. Vixens directly under the command the fox deity. Iña..." "...ri Okami, blah..blah. ugh! Don't you guys ever shut up about it? No one cares. It doesn't make you anymore likeable than you already are." I cut them off from completing the overly dramatic, unnecessary introduction." "I'd also appreciate you morphing back into your original form. You have no right to steal my mate's identity." I warned, slowly popping out my claws.

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.

"I just hope he isn't like Oni. The last time they were here they made a mess. But Lukas is good friends with their King so we let it slide" I frowned, "What is Oni?" Leo sighed, "They are like Japanese ogre like creatures. Kinda scary because of their horns" I parted my lips in shock. There was so much I needed to learn. Lukas was annoying and obnoxious so I refuse to take help from him. But maybe Leo can help me understand all the creatures. I was still reeling from Hindu mythology. "How am I supposed to know about everyone?" "You need to learn" Leo said in a duh tone as he pushed his hands in his pants pocket, admiring the painting on the wall. Obviously Lauren did that.

“You’re really dangerous.” Tohya narrowed his eyes, holding his weapons in a way so that he is ready for combat at any given time. “Who did?” he asked dangerously. “Kami.” Yuri exchanged looks with her teammates before turning back towards Yuuki. “Who is this ‘Kami’?” she asked. “What is his real name?” “Kami is Kami,” was Yuuki’s answer. “He has no name. He is God.” Yuri, Tohya and Ren exchanged looks, all silently agreeing on the same thing. Whoever this Kami is, he seriously has a God complex.

she asked, not wanting to believe it was possible, but she didn’t see any alternative either, what with the dragon being gone and having not taken off from the mountain behind him. “That’s exactly what I’m telling you,” he said, folding his arms across his muscular chest again. “I’m Slate Everclaw. I come from a long line of shifter dragons. We used to occupy the land where your kingdom and the other eleven are now located, before we were robbed of our most precious treasure, one that allowed my people to withstand the human threats that were slowly encroaching on our lands. Without the gem, my kind cannot transform without the moon in the sky. So… we were forced to take to the mountains. We

He wasn't sure he wanted to know the details. "DeVayne was involved in all sorts of dark practices, and you'll need magic to help defeat Harrison. It appears these despicable individuals summoned a demon," Westwood explained, her tone tinged with annoyance. "A demon?" Parker blinked, clearly taken aback by the revelation. "Well, it was once something else. It used to be a revered spirit called Okami, a sort of Japanese ghost wolf. But DeVayne's wickedness twisted it, and now, the Okami is all that's keeping Harrison intact," Westwood elaborated.

"We had quite a lot of them, but our youths have destroyed all of them, except Okemuo, the presiding deity of Umuora." "Was it also created by your forefathers?" "No, Okemuo was said to be older than Umuora. It has no origin." "You have a god as powerful as Okemuo, why did your forefathers create deities by themselves?" "Okemuo is a god of peace. It does not give a quick response and it is a god of justice and fairness. No one controls it. It does what is right. Our forefathers were deceived by a powerful wizard who settled in our community some seasons ago.

He was about to return straight for home by the way he had come, when the thought struck him that he would find it more interesting to take another route, so he passed through the province of Owari and came to the province of Omi. When the Prince reached Omi he found the people in a state of great excitement and fear. In many houses as he passed along he saw the signs of mourning and heard loud lamentations. On inquiring the cause of this he was told that a terrible monster had appeared in the mountains, which daily came down from thence and made raids on the villages, devouring whoever he could seize. Many homes had been made desolate and the men were afraid to go out to their daily work in

//What an unfortunate and unforeseen fashion complication…// The teen hummed absentmindedly, “If he could have scented my blood, no amount of magic would have saved you; if I was dead he’d have ripped you to ribbons. And if you did manage to come back with some Phoenix hoodoo—magic-do… Ookami would have spent years hunting for you”, she answered simply. “Because he grew up drinking the blood of a High Ranking High Priestess and mine, he has enough mana in him, that killing him would be a very expensive endeavor”, she stated almost bored, as if she had repeated the same thing before, and many times over. Fiona blinked and then nodded, “Duly noted”, she stated eyeing the creature settled betwe

he stresses. She frowns with concern, glancing from him to me. “I admit I got a bit worried when I sensed the presence of a God approaching. Haven’t felt that kind of energy since I was turned into a visum.” “This is Azadou, the God of Malice,” Ayawamat introduces. I give her a stiff nod in greeting as her eyes widen considerably. “You…you’re the one who created the eyti,” she breathes in disbelief. “That’s correct,” I confirm with displeasure.