Púca Mythology Novels & Stories

Jessica stuttered. Yuri smirked at Jessica’s stunned expression. “Who do you even fucking think Persephone is?” Jessica’s eyes widened at the codename of the informant who had given her the information on the Phantom XIII of Hati. “Persephone is the name of the companion of the Goddess of Witchcraft, Hekate, in Greek mythology.” Yuri smirked at Jessica’s stunned expression. “That’s right. I am Persephone. You really should have done your research properly. I allowed you to get that information on purpose.”

She held her hands and pushed her away. "Pagal tu nahi ho? Aise kon jhinjhoti hai?" Zoya yelled, flexing her shoulders. (Are you mad? Who shakes someone like this?) "Me pagal hon? Yeh Jo tum bhatakti aatmaon ki tarah nikal pari thi 'did you hear that' karti Hui woh? Meri jaan halaq me agaye this Chalo yahan se" Hadiya mimicked Zoya as she dragged her away from the scene. Zoya looked back once, the scene she saw and the throbbing pain she was feeling was something extraordinary. The voices were the same. She had heard them. She has heard them before in her nightmares. The woman looked familiar but she doesn't know why. Her nightmares and these voices were the cause of her panic attacks.

Chuckling, she slowed its descent and retrieved it before the flames could engulf the thatched floor. As they dropped to their knees, Selene explained the conditions. ‘The beast that now roams Arcadia is called némalykou. They are wolf spirits that inhabit our sacred forests on Olympus. One of them has been perpetually bound to your father. It now shares possession of his soul. The only way to subdue your father is if you too join yourself with a némalykou and become half man, half wolf.’

~Rory~ Mortals that have supernatural powers, humans that could shift into animal forms, walking corpses, and bloodsucking demons. These are the common details of the books I’ve read throughout the entire week. There are tons of literary pieces inspired by these myths. I can’t say that I haven’t heard about witches, werewolves, and vampires before. Every culture has its own version of these folklores, and the Čuvari Tribe is no different. But none of these books speaks of the ritual that Paul was speaking of.

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

Jarek POV Jessa grinned up at me. “The goddess, Juno, her symbol is the peacock. Do you know what this means?” She hugged the cookbook to her chest. “It means my grandmother did leave messages behind for me, Jarek. She’s left me a guide. I just have to figure out how to read it, and then I’ll finally be able to understand my magic!” I grinned at her. “That’s amazing!”

Echidna Echidna is a creature from Greek mythology, often depicted as a half serpent woman who lives in a cave. Together with her husband Typhon, Echidna gave birth to various types of terrible creatures that appear in Greek mythology, because of that Echidna got the title Mother of all Monsters. Echidna and Typhon once fought against the Olympian gods but lost. Typhon was then sealed under Mount Etna. Meanwhile, Echidna and her children are left free to become a challenge for the next Greek heroes. But in the end Echidnya was killed by Argus Panoptes, a hundred-eyed titan.

Thorne pointed out, "but it's like having another identity with memories and a life of its own. My hound allows me to see his memories at times. I know that he was a guard of Tartarus." At this, Julian's head whipped in Thorne's direction with interest, "As in the prison of the underworld mentioned in Greek Mythology?" Thorne nodded, "You'd be surprised how many myths actually hold some facts to them. The place is reserved for the supernaturals that are the worst of the worst."

"For you to go to my territory. "You are not a monster" I said because I felt it... I have the ability to know if a creature is a monster based on their energy. It only failed with that girl because I couldn't feel any energy coming from her. "That's true because I'm a Mage— a sorcerer," the old man replied, who was pulled back by my soldiers. Because people are more afraid of witches. The mage has the power like a god... but has the heart of a demon. I immediately pointed the blade of my weapon at the old mage "Then it's not our god you worship..." I shouted then quickly attacked but someone blocked my sword... the girl with orange eyes, like a lightning flaming weapon suddenly appeared in

They at least had the decency to keep their distance and their whispers to themselves though, so that was nice. I wanted to belong, but there really wasn’t an opportunity to prove myself. I was doing my best to make use of the library Missael showed me, but it was hard to make up for 18 years’ worth of knowledge. ‘Packs have been around for many millennia, even if there are very few records dating back to those times. It is said that the Goddess of the Moon cursed a man for killing his dog for biting him, transforming him into a dangerous, bloodthirsty beast.