Peryton Mythology Novels & Stories

"Now, this night might end up well and bad. We do not know. I have seen nothing concerning this night and I do not know why Lyca has suddenly decided to be quiet about it." Lyca was the spirit they worshipped. He was the first Werewolf to ever exist and had paved the way for future Werewolves by sacrificing his soul to the moon. And this way, Werewolves could pray to him for good luck and safety. He was an intermediary to the Moon goddess, Luna.

Her voice echoed in the empty castle. "This looks creepy" Hadiya added scurrying after her stupid friend. Hadiya was the one paranoid friend everyone had in their friend group but even she couldn't deny the fact that Zoya's adventures were worth the risk. "Are you kidding me? Look at this- OH MY GOD...... THERE'S A INDOOR FOUNTAIN!!!" She exclaimed running off to the fountain she saw from afar. The pillars around it were covered with vines and moss and the pot of the fountain was all green because of algae.

I reply gawking at the magnificent wolf. “Go greet her.” He pushes me forward. “Paragon is the key to the resplendent, grand gate of Mount Olympus that protects the Gods. It’s our duty to protect her by word of my father, Hercules. Solicited into service by the Goddess Selene and the God Zeus. We are born with a sealed fate. Protect the gate or die trying.” Her copper eyes look around to see why everyone has gone quiet. I feel her confidence dip and a defensive wall build around her spirit. She takes a hesitant half a step back.

They pushed him onto the rug, and each took a corner in her beak and flew away. When Phaethon woke up, he saw the great cloud palace on top of the mountain, all made of snow and rose in the early light. He saw sentries in flashing golden armor, carrying golden spears. In the courtyard, he saw enormous woolly dogs with fleece-like cloud-drift guarding the gate. These were Apollo's great sun hounds, ancestors of the Skye terriers.

he asked. “Fine,” Anton said. The man smirked, “I know nothing about the man, but there has been chatter of a young warlock, the son of the man who made a deal with the moon goddess. They had done the impossible, made a girl, named after the moon, who has powers that could heal or destroy the world…” he paused, his eyes flickering around as if he were reading the words from the stone walls.

(Incase you're confused with this 'potus' word , the author combined two words to form this one which are Pious, that means holy, and potent, which means powerful. So combining them we get our 'potus'.) "What's a potus crystal, and why is it in your chest? Are you injured or something?! And what do you mean she was a human?" " No, I'm not injured, potuses are very precious crystals to us as they are the main source of our incomparable powers which the demons crave, and you're going to develop a potus in your chest too. Very soon. Bethany was a normal human but you aren't." My eyes widened at her statement. My body was still, still as a cold corpse. " That's why I'm telling you all these. Wha

“You didn’t see me get kicked down the sky like a piece of rag doll?” “But you stood up to the goddess! You matched her in battle! No one, not even the custodians or the Council or even her beloved dragons have been able to fight with her this way.” “Dragons?” Maggie asked. Percy peeled off his jacket and swung it around her shoulders to cover her naked body before answering. “You don’t know?” “Know what?” “Phoenix is the mother of dragons. You have been to the Council room haven’t you?” She nodded remembering the image of Phoenix and the dragon tattoo on her arm. “She created wolves and dragons?”

His instructions must be carried out to the tiniest detail, or else he gets rid of you and makes another wolf, just like you. His name is Dymion the Second, and he is the first son of Endymion and Selene, the moon God and moon goddess. Endymion, in Greek mythology a beautiful youth who spent much of his life in perpetual sleep. Endymion’s parentage varies among the different ancient references and stories, but several traditions say that he was originally the king of Elis. According to one tradition, Zeus offered him anything that he might desire, and Endymion chose an everlasting sleep in which he might remain youthful forever. According to another version of the myth, Endymion’s eternal sl

"I didn't even know this. According to legend, there's only one Lycan, and only the Lycaros family possesses it." Everyone was silent. They didn't know what had happened. But they knew three things. First, Scott's mother and father didn't die by accident. The accident was caused by Lycan, but they died because they were killed by witches. Second, that Lycan wasn't Lyall. Third, there was more than one Lycan in the world. *** In the forest...

he lists each group in the academy pointing them out in the crowd. So the arrogant dean is a WerePanther……figures. Werepanthers are said to be the proudest of all the creatures. Almost extinct too. “Don’t forget the Gorgons,” Adrian says suddenly, stepping up beside me like he had been waiting for his moment. “Witches hate them.” Lucien rolls his eyes. “Because they springs from the depths of hell” “Wait Gorgons? What are those?” I ask. Adrian chuckles under his breath. “Seen some students wearing head warmers even when it’s scorching?”