Púca Mythology Novels & Stories

We started walking around the place, it looked like the Roman palaces in ruins, big stones were lying on the ground, huge cracks broke the white walls and statues, everything seemed to be falling apart and I could not help looking around. There were three male statues and the paintings on the walls looked old, and together they seemed to tell a story. Something about the gods and the beginning of everything, the history of the world and humanity, witches, wolves, mermaids, demons and vampires, all depicted on the walls. "This was the palace of the magical creatures, the gods used to descend from Olympus to here for dances and meetings." Kalina spoke and I remembered I’d never asked her age,

“Well, I better go-” “Lord of rot!” Puck cried, leaping out of the shadowed forest. He raced around the court in panicked circles, knocking over furniture and tearing at his hair, then leaped to the decaying basketball post, hanging by the rusty rim. “These spying eyes have seen something dreadful! A maiden, disemboweled. Lying skyclad in the city, her innards devoured. The mortal watchmen hast hastened to the scene. But no man has wrought this horror,” he narrowed his eyes. “She has the taint of the otherworld about her.” Samael inhaled sharply. “It's as I thought,” he said, grave.

I said over my shoulder, still maintaining eye contact with Bradley, and felt Hex come to my side, “Assign a fellow puca of yours to Bradley here.” Puca’s were known to shapeshift into various animals, and I saw that Bradley had abused some animals. A puca would find those animals and mimic their features, torturing him each way that he had tortured them. I would typically assign a puca to someone who was an animal abuser, every now and then I was able to bring the actual animal’s soul over and let them get their revenge themselves, I always liked watching those. One by one, the men disappeared and were sent to their designated places for their punishments. I took a deep breath and stood up

Whenever his friends threaten her in an attempt to uncover the truth about what happened to their comrade, she conjures the gods of darkness, such as Night, and the gods of the underworld. Circe sprayed them with terrible concoctions and toxic juices, summoning the gods of night and calling on Hecate with protracted wailing sounds, according to the buried manuscript kept by Criselda, young Lucinda's grandmother. Circe tore the trees from their foundations; the ground rumbled; the surrounding woods went white; and the grass she sprayed was soaked with blood droplets. The stones seemed to emit harsh groans, and dogs seemed to bark, and the ground looked to be crawling with black snakes, and ee

“Loki and his whole chaotic crew. Anansi. Coyote. Raven. Maui. The Monkey King. And the Kupua.” I let out a low whistle. “That’s a lot of power we just took from Lucifer.” Alexander grins. “It is. And the Kupua think they can find a few more gods who’ve been hiding in the Underworld. Since they’re wind spirits, they can search it faster than anyone.” “Are they all going to Valhalla with the others?” I ask. Before he can answer, warm arms wrap around my waist. The scent of sea salt and summer breeze floods my senses, and I lean back into Hermes’ chest.

As soon as Micah flattens the two death gods threatening us, I spin around to find Tomas, Puck, and Jai. Both Elite wolves are guarding Puck, who’s seated on the ground. Magic shimmers around him—so different from that of the witches. He draws his power directly from a god, and that’s part of what draws the two of us together. Puck is trying to open a portal. Jai and Tomas are holding the line. Micah and I rush to help, but Tomas shouts, “Fire! We need to set up a fire along the perimeters. Light this fucker up!”

He can only be seen in times like this, Paja had no story of birth nor family histories, rumors said, he was a demi god, that descended from hell, right from the presence of the Devil himself. He has four giants working for him, and the had set the neck of the two of them on the plate. A narrator spoke. He read the biography of the convicts, the first one he read was Beauty, and then he began the next which was about Agoro. The details were mostly of great and heroic exploits, many were spoken about, the only crime that was red of him, was the impregnation of his brother"s wife.

It was just one night that I submitted to her seduction. Oh my God, that pussy was so sweet, as a fucking nectar, I just couldn't resist. And now what? I am cursed to be a beast for eternity. People are dying because I was too weak to resist dipping my bloody wick in the illegitimate daughter of Noosha and Arcanus. Arcanus is more or less harmless. He is a warlock king from the Thessalian tribe of Lapiths in Larissa.

“Yes, and it is sacred to the Narcoths as well.” “Why?” He continued to eat. Cai looked around. “Do you hear all that?” He stopped chewing and listened. “Hear what?” “Listen…Cuia is breathing. She is always breathing.” “What?” “Oh, you Menians and your stony souls. Cuia is the mother of us all. She comes and sings to us of her deeds. She sings through the birds and the wind. She is with Aurum and was with him at the time of creation.”

Each telling of the tale varies, but the central theme is always that of a sea witch or sorceress who finds or kidnaps a beautiful girl, and raises her until fate intervenes in the form of a young man. Of particular interest to students of Celtic mythology is the male character, a romantic yet disruptive force. He is always depicted as either a seductive demon in the form of a beautiful young man, or a celestial angel, a pirate, a faery prince or a chivalrous knight. In light of this, the myth is notable for its connection to the band of heroes known by several names (most commonly the Fiacha Rudraigh or the Fianna) – a group of five warrior princes who appear in the Mythological, Ulster and