Peryton Mythology Novels & Stories

“I guess it’s story time, huh? Fine. You know how we came into existence, don’t you?” “I know the basics,” I replied hesitantly. “The Moon Goddess created us, right? To serve her?” He let out a bitter chuckle. “That’s what the elders tell us. But the truth is a bit more... messy.” He began to speak, his words deliberate and weighted with centuries of pain. **The Tale of the First Lycans**

Spirit stood before us but her manic smile wasn’t the one that had made me take a step back, no it was the large residue of black soot that took over the wall behind her and had a figure like that of a horned goat that had astonished me. This figure had been famous in books to have connection to demonic entities and I wasn’t sure if this was true but even to see it formed at such a large scale was already boggling enough. “You like it? My lord gave me power and now you will be able to feel it too,” Spirit said with a chuckle and I wondered if there was truly any escape possible if we weren’t even dealing with something that was of this earth.

“Unacceptable!” Typhon groaned at Selene’s response. Her stubbornness is one of her greatest attributes. It’s one reason why I look up to her. She is the only female Goddesses that isn’t afraid to stand up to Zeus, and she does it for her children of the moon. The werewolves and Lycans were born from her power. The thing is, she normally would let fate have its way, but she is partial to a particular boy. A Dragon, Lycan hybrid. The very first of his kind, and only the second born Lycan ever. The fact that he is part dragon, and of the royal bloodline is why Typhon is involved. He is the God of the dragon race, and in this moment, he is getting an ear full from one really mad Moon Goddess (S

She needs to know that the superiority of the witches, is in itself, as old as time. "Thousands of Years ago, your ancestors Lykaon, spite Zeus by presenting him with the flesh of a human to feast on during a festival of the full moon. Zeus, furious with Lykaon actions and temerity, cast a curse on him and his descendants. Zeus, cursed Lykaon, to be a feral animal of the night, to wander forever, unable to control himself, to wander mindless, unable to know if he was human or not. Zeus, cast Lykaon to the earth and the curse ruled Lykaon. And on every full moon, Lykaon, being the strongest, would rip out the throat of his own children and feed on it. And, when dawn comes he would weep over t

I doubt many will ever care to read this. I doubt many will believe my story let alone that I wrote it with my hand. But all you are about to read is true. This is the story of my life. I am a bastard, a monster, a deity, and the first of my kind. I am Asterion of Crete. You may know me better as Minotaur. I was born at sunset of the summer solstice to Queen Pasiphaë. Before my birth, King Minos and everyone in Crete thought I would be their ninth child and heir to the throne. However, at my birth, it became very apparent my mother had been unfaithful.

It would take a long for another full moon. “Goddess of the moon,” Pyrion said and everyone repeated it in unison. “Zenith, a descendant of Nitro Alpha of Sapphire Moon Pack, who we give the power to become our pack.” They repeated it three times, louder and louder until they seemed to shout. The coldness of air enveloped my body, a strong wind blew my hair. Their voice was found in my ears. I closed my eyes and saw a lady with the same hair as mine.

Jason finally stood up and saw her smirking, the blades formed in his hands, she frowned, pressure began to slam into jason, it felt like the finger of a giant was intent on crushing him as he gritted his teeth, summoning all the energy he had to withstand the weight, "Where did you get that?!" She said, "None of your business!" he replied attacking, A very serious mistake, Jason was parried and a serious pain took my breath out and made me fall clenching my stomach, she held his hand and saw the bracelet mark, "So you're aethers boy" she said, He glared angrily, his head still reeled, "Now let's start with the introductions" she said, "I'm perilia, the moon goddess and patron of the loup-de

Magus asked. Cicero still answered with a smile, “According to the legend, there is a Styx in the sky. After a man died, his soul would enter the Styx, but there are some special souls that can’t enter the Styx and reincarnate directly. Perhaps Emperor Martyn had that kind of special soul.” Cicero didn’t answer Magus’s question directly, and yet he seemed to answer the question from his explanation. They looked at Tyr again. The ninth heavenly lightning was ready to strike. Tyr, who was as black as coal, stepped on the black dragon's head as he looked up at the sky.

The werewolf originated in the times of ancient Greece when their gods reigned supreme. During one fateful festivity, Lycaon, the son of Pelasgus, was in need of a meat to serve. Too lazy to go hunting for wild game or to slaughter a lamb, he served the Greek god, Zeus (who was the ruler of the sky and of all gods and mankind), a meal made from the remains of a sacrificed boy. This severely enraged Zeus. As punishment, the angered god turned Lycaon and his sons into wolves. They were to be looked upon by the rest of humanity as something to abhor.

Mom adds. That makes both Pytheria and I stiffen. I have a feeling I know what that other part might be. Years ago, I explained that we had been travelling through Europe and heard of a race of supernaturals that were a mix of Lycan, Siren and something else. I tell them that no one knew what the other part was but that they had magic in their blood. I tell dad this could explain how they are able to create those creatures.