Púca Mythology Novels & Stories

Opening the door and Puca uncurled his legs, moving to stand beside her. “Was it really that bad?” She asked, worrying her lower lip. “It was, it was faster than I’m used to moving. Unless I shift.” He said, clutching the basket to his chest. “Huh?” Lola asked as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m a trickster fae, go halainn.” “So, like how Annwn was able to look old and young?” Lola asked. “I have an animal form, I’m not the same as the wolves you met. I lure travelers on adventures.” Puca said with a chuckle as he tried to force himself to relax.

Fae exist for a purpose which becomes the incarnation of their power. Thus, they cease to exist without it returning to nothing but ashes. Sometimes, they interact and blend in with humans just like Iridescent, the Heart Manipulator. However most of them are often content hiding behind the shadows like Orion, known among fairy folk as Morpheus derived from the God of sleep in Greek Mythology.

Pandora dared to make intense eye contact as the man’s arm paused, gripping the doorknob without opening it. “Do I need to… knock you out again?” Of course, that was a justifying answer, spoken indirectly. But Pandora fully understood that this was exactly what she needed. “How did you end up here? I mean, how does a creature like you exist in this world?” “I was born, I live, and I’m right here in front of you. Isn’t that enough to make you understand?” Pandora admitted she was caught between a half-understanding of mythological creatures. She was trying to accept the reality that she had shared love and intimate feelings with an entity she had never even considered. Kingston might not be d

—said our father angrily, "This should never have happened. —Of course it shouldn't have happened, just as they would use black magic to bring a vampire back into this world. That's beyond forbidden and those wretches put a dead woman in my partner's body. —Well, at least you consider her part of our family, so your father won't have to go to the council for someone who isn't important. —Mom was worse than Dad was angry. —What do they know about the other girl? —A Phoenix. —According to human mythology, the Phoenix is born from a pure soul that was corrupted, but is mortal to its bearer.

Cacus appeared to be a demon who had risen from the depths of hell. “Is this Tyr’s Demigod puppet?” Archie squinted his eyes and studied Cacus from head to toe. Indescribable emotions flickered past his eyes; there was mostly disdain at first, but a hint of jealousy burned within the depths. Cacus owned a body that was made of steel. His soul was shattered and refined into the puppet. Therefore, he didn’t have any independent thoughts other than carrying out Tyr’s orders and arrangements. He didn’t know what fear was in the face of Archie’s devastating power. He let out a low roar before leaping to his feet and punching Archie in the face.

"Oh! The snatchers." I had seen their paintings before at the fortress. Selma had told me that they were cruel and violent mythological creatures that were sent by Zeus to punish humans. The birdwomen in those pictures looked ugly. Why does Laelia have to look pretty even as a beast? Her wings were so majestic and her hair was gorgeous.

I can see her eyes moving as she is flipping and scanning the pages of the book, 'Lycaea' that I had purchased at a greek-myths-inspired store near the neighborhood. Lycaea is a book about the ancient beings; werewolves or lycanthropes. What they are, where they come from, how did they come to life, birth and death. Merely just everything about them. The book has this weird carvings in the interface, almost as if it was carved out straight from a leather. The name Priam could be seen at the spine of the book. I wonder if it was the author of Lycaea. Aside from that name, nothing is carved aside from the design the outer cover of the book has. "You even bought a book huh?" she added, smirking

she said turning to Langrion, “no offense, prince of Gascone.” “None taken, my lady. So are you saying you will help us?” “Of course! That blasted ass of a god had taken a Pauca Billie lady, so he should be prepared to face a blood bath.” ‘Ah, a Pauca Billie,’ Langrion thought, ‘so Gavil isn’t a simple shapeshiting beast, but a Pauca Billie, one of the demi gods of Teotroly, That means he has as much power as that of a full god, and he is a prince too with warriors in tow. He could be of great use in this battle then.’

Theo asks my Mom, and she nods in response. "Who's Hecate?" Saul finally speaks up. "Goddess of Magic," Theo said, leaning back in his chair. I could tell that Saul hadn't studied much about the Gods and Goddesses. As werewolves, they worshipped only one, while Fae worshipped all of them.

Currently, 52 000 Tacita Mortes shapeshifters are roaming around the world. “Then… there are the Luna Puer wolves…” Aidan grinned at the younger wolf, “Us… Luna Puer Pack is the descendant of the wolves from Ossory or Osriage, the medieval Irish Kingdom of the old Ireland…” Unlike other Packs of wolves, Luna Puer wolves’ ancestors worship the moon believing that the moon God is the source of their strength, of their power, they see that the moon gives them energy and that the moon guides and protects them hence they are called the Luna Puer which meant Moon Child.