Peryton Mythology Novels & Stories

And at the center of that newborn uncertainty, a voice stirred—familiar, fierce, and alive. --- The Birth of a Myth In a realm made of fractured starlight, the people of Kareth whispered tales of a god who had fallen for their freedom. They called him Sareth the Unbound. His image was carved into the spires of their cities—half of light, half of shadow. His eyes were said to hold both creation and destruction within them, his voice the echo that could birth suns or end them. The Karethians did not worship him out of fear. They thanked him.

I asked him, panic thick in my voice as I suddenly looked around in fright and waited for whatever this evil may be to suddenly attack me since I was aware of its existence. "Tis a tale, is it not?" he casually spoke with a shrug and I shook my head. "There is truth in myths, Abigor. You of all people should know that," he was a man of intelligence, no doubt a man that should be aware of truths in all matters myth or folklore, "and what you have described...only one mythical creature is capable of sucking the blood out of its victims..." Master Abigor looked down at me, his eyes emotionless yet eager. The left corner of his lips slightly raised as he gave me a slow blink, "and which mythical

Delsanra takes a pause before continuing. “For example, Apophis is the same as the Greek god Typhon, who is the god of darkness and monsters, mainly Apophis is tied to serpents, and some say he can take that form himself. Mythology changes over time and around the world. There are so many versions that not everything we know is the truth, but one thing is for certain, the serpent is what represents Apophis, darkness and chaos.” Delsanra explains. I know witches are said to be smart, but I’m impressed, and what she said actually makes sense.

What happened with them? I ask, totally clueless. She just stared at me pointedly. "Don't pretend like you don't know." "Know what?" "Oh, my goodness. You really don't know." She gasps out loud when she sees my eyes to see I'm being sincere about my confusion. "Okay, this is a really fun game but I'd really like to know what you're talking about," I said, a bit tired. "Helen is a Ramsey, in fact, Helen is the daughter of Peytr Ramsey who is also a powerful shifter and controls most of the other regions of the city.

My kind was created solely for battle, not compassion, not empathy, and definitely not love. Offsprings of Gala call us Lycans, a half-human half-beast. Some believe we were the first generation of Werewolves cursed by Zeus for trying to trick him into turning into a cannibal. Others believe that we were direct descendants of Selene, the goddess of the moon, the granddaughter of the primordial parents, Gala (mother earth) and Uranus (father sky).

She ask him “Now that I have your entire intention, young lady.” He takes her right hand and wraps it around his arm as he takes her for a walk around. “There is a legends that says, it was built by the Moon Goddess and she had 4000 Paracletes. Paracletes are holy spirits that are like helpers or you can call them her assistants. “ He looks at Sharon to see her reaction. When Sharon sees him looking at him, she understand she needs to say something to him, and the only thing she manage to utter is “Oh”

I tell her as I massage shampoo through my hair. “So, I was telling you about Bronx’s lineage.” “Yeah, Perses. Titan God of Destruction, right?” “Yeah. When Zeus said Mother and Endymion could have children and allowed those children to be goddesses, he didn't know they would fuck like bunnies and have forty of them.” “Language, Lex. And you mean fifty. There are fifty Manae,” I correct her as I rinse the shampoo.

"They now belong to you too, my love" Layla smiled sweetly at him and burrowed under the blanket that covered her entire body. "Will you tell me about the place we're headed now?",she asked again. "Zeta Ōkami is an ancient language that means King of Wolves", Riven began. "This sacred place is named after the first lycan ever, Lycaon" "The very first lycan?",Layla asked in awe. "Yes. He was the very first creature the moon goddess created",Riven continued. "He wasn't an Alpha. He was a Zeta"

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v

“Aria, you should be good, okay?” These kids are sell as slaves through illegal bargains. A sad reality for the Utopian people who were thrown out and abandoned. “Is this the place?” A Dybbuk has appeared in front of the ruins. Behind him is a wagon drove by the manticores, a demon creature with a lion body and a bird claws, a scorpion’s tail and wears a face of a mortal with a row of sharp fangs.