Pyrrha Mythology Novels & Stories

Pythia Pov " King Daniel, Queen Amara”, I said, bowing before the King and Queen of the Silver Gates. The Silver gates were known to be a powerful realm with a direct line to the master realm of heaven, which is another realm where supernatural souls went to find peace. The same realm my son was soon to know if it was too late to save him. My visions are not always certain and can be widely interpreted. I do know, however, that the goddess Theia, spoke to me through my vision, telling me that events are playing out the way they are meant too. I want to rescue my son. Goddess knows I do, but in doing so, I could alter the course of events I have seen, and there is so much more here at stake,

She calls this unusual entity, Anti-magic. "What are Harpies?" Theia small voice calls, her eyes haven't left Valerie, not even to glance at the beauty of the ocean the Sirens occupy. She would hear Valerie gasp, cry, whine, and shiver and felt utterly useless. A tense silence falls over them, and Grayson sighs, "they are birds bearing the face of a woman, said to be harbingers of punishment, and employed by Zeus. They torture the guilty as they drag them to Tartarus. The journey is said only to be a day, but their cruel endeavours make it seem longer." Dylan whistles under his breath, his eyes also watching Valerie.

As soon as she saw me, she gave me her characteristic smile. "Hydra, by Deüs Krönor, is the story of a crew of sailors who face a monster with several heads, each with a different power and capable of replacing itself. Thus, it can survive by sacrificing one of its heads, usually the most useless, and as long as one head remains, it won't die. Isn't that interesting?" Suddenly, a gigantic shadow formed under my body, and several arrows emerged from it and surrounded Midgard, three of them directly under her throat.

Kandreah’s POV After our well-deserved rest, we continued to Sanguinabyss as planned. The border between Waltherra and Sanguineabyss was shielded with protective armour cast by Ramaalen, one of the daughters of Hades. Ramaalen is also known as Melinoa in Earthling’s mythology. Earthlings like to draw parallels between their deities and ours. How did they get the information about Ramaalen and many other Soovaree deities, which they included in their lores and mythology? I have no clue. Anyway, Ramaalen is a torchbearer of Wengarthria’s passages, who brings night terrors and madness. Malleteagan, Thersar and I merged our powers and broke her shield quickly. It was so easy to break it that I c

"Any-way" continues, almost without taking any breaths. "At the time of the great flood shifters stayed in their animal form and survived the flood the destruction, but God decided he had to create beings that could help him make decisions on what to do with the world he had created and made Hera, the goddess of woman and child birth, Poseidon the god of sea and Athena goddess of war and wisdom.

“Aha! I found the correct name! Anarta you shall be Anarta son of Zeus and also destroyer of Zeus...if not the whole world. I can't wait. But for now sleep my wrekun.” She hummed a song. Rocking the chair as she brushed the now known as Anarta's back.

"I am Pyritha, Goddess of the Ancient Flame. I have been chained in the darkness for a thousand years, but now I have found a body strong enough to contain my power." The ancient ones were still screaming and trying to get away from her, but they were moving too slowly. Pyritha raised one hand, and a wave of fire shot out from her fingers. It swept across the courtyard like a tsunami of flame. Three of the ancient ones were caught in the fire. They didn't just burn - they turned to ash instantly. Just like that, creatures that had lived for thousands of years were gone. The surviving ancient ones finally managed to escape into the shadows, disappearing like smoke. But I could still hear them

They whispered her name like a warning. Pyra. To the Flamebound, she was salvation. To the Assembly, a myth. To Racheal, a threat. But in her own eyes— She was inevitable. --- Pyra stood atop the black spire of Hollowdeep, the wind pulling at her crimson robes, her bare feet searing against the obsidian stone. Below, the Hollow pulsed with preparation. Fires circled each ancient pillar. Children sang in a forgotten dialect—root-words only the flame remembered.

It smelled like incense, the aroma rich and complex, with notes of sandalwood and myrrh. My eyes slowly fell on her tattooed arms, my curiosity piqued. The tattoos weren't the usual ones, at least not a pattern I knew, consisting mostly of letters and Cyrillic-like characters that seemed to dance across her skin. I found myself drawn to the tattoos, wondering what story they told and what secrets they held. My question was, why so many? Almost seventy percent of her upper body was covered in it. "You are looking at my arms?" Lyanna raised them up. "These, are the words of our Goddess and ancient scriptures. You know of our Goddess right? The one that created us?"

Her beauty was legendary, a blessing and a curse that drove Hades to madness with jealousy. But my mother, Minthe, was his mistress before Persephone’s jealousy demanded her exile. Unbeknownst to him, she carried me within her. When Persephone discovered my existence, her fury was absolute. She abandoned Hades, retreating to Mount Olympus, where she convinced Zeus to grant her sanctuary. I was left behind, an unwanted reminder of my father’s betrayal.