Rocs Mythology Novels & Stories

Her voice echoed in the empty castle. "This looks creepy" Hadiya added scurrying after her stupid friend. Hadiya was the one paranoid friend everyone had in their friend group but even she couldn't deny the fact that Zoya's adventures were worth the risk. "Are you kidding me? Look at this- OH MY GOD...... THERE'S A INDOOR FOUNTAIN!!!" She exclaimed running off to the fountain she saw from afar. The pillars around it were covered with vines and moss and the pot of the fountain was all green because of algae.

“From the smoke of this altar, humble and simple, bless us to stop the hearts of all Romans, here and forevermore across the earth, all the days of our lives.” She stood and stepped aside, the folds of her robe showing any close enough to see that the combined heart was afire. The Picts moaned as one and uttered the name of their goddess, “Roan!” Tancorix’s face twitched at the invoking of the goddess and stepped forward to say, “Rise and take up your arms, tribes of Pictdom. We shall go forth and slay them all to the last man.” “Shall we?” a male voice called out, breaking the eerie silence.

"That's not the best version. That's —" "That's a person," Draco said. Rocco held his gaze. "A specific, real, particular person," Draco said. "Who is not the best abstract version of someone. Who is Rocco." He held his brother's gaze. "Which is what she fell in love with." "She fell in love with me before the curse," Rocco said. "Before she knew who I was."

That was the mantra of the average palace worker, especially under this Emperor Vasil: Don’t ask questions, don’t get killed. “What should we do? Everything looks so exciting,” Ursa exclaimed, looking at the bustling street market full of life. It seemed as though everyone was out on the town today. Cecily and Ursa passed by many vendors, stopping by an elderly woman selling tapestries depicting scenes from the Texts of Himalia, the Goddess of Writing and the daughter of the planet’s patron God Hypnotite. Legend says that the Goddess wanted to gift mortals more knowledge, and thus she created the Texts to tell the story to explain everything.

Some wolces of the lesser ranks whimper. "Hola mi querida niña. (Hello my dear child.) Estoy encantada de hablar contigo.( iam thrilled to talk with you.) I am Rhea. The mother of the first generation of the gods. I will help you restore order and the proper balance to the universe. However, i will not impose it. I need you to learn how to tackle things yourself. Therefore, you will have to call forth my garndchild, the god of trickery. Place your hands on his temples, and you will see all his memories. Be careful though. He might mislead you. He is a god of trickery after all. Consider this a part of your test. If you pass this one then you are fit to lead all living creatures."

Cronus then turned away as Rhea pretended to sob in grief. Later, the goddess stole down the mountainside to the swinging golden cradle, and took her son down into the field of Mount Dikte in Crete. There the child was raised in secrecy where he was nursed by nymphs on the milk of the goat Amaltheia and guarded by the warrior Curetes who drowned out the sound of his crying with their shield-clashing battle-dance. Rhae promised them that their sheep would never be eaten by wolves and their fields would always yield wonderful harvest. Then she left her baby.

Which resulted in them defying the spirits that gave them the beauty. The Calypso, the Korean line of Magna. Witchcraft ran in their veins, mixed with blood. They were closely related to Atlas because they shared the power of witchcraft with them. They were warlocks and witches that fell for the beauty of Cassiopeia, ending with their powers also stripped by the spirits, whom they defied. They tried hiding for a long time, but were caught eventually.

Everyone started blaming this thing on Rook Theia, who came to the wedding wearing a white gown today. Rook Theia was standing on the stage with a glass, watching the throne disappear in front of her eyes. "Now, this marriage can never happen," Ace Denzell whispered in her ear. "This eclipse is not on the moon, but on your destiny. The Moon Goddess also does not want this marriage to happen." "This marriage will happen, and it will happen now. I cannot lose this throne so easily," she grabbed his shirt and started yelling. "Rook Theia, what are you doing? He is still an Ace. Respect him," Witch Rosaline stopped her by holding her hand.

It was a tapestry of legends, myths, and history waiting to be unraveled. She turned to Roberick with a hint of curiosity in her eyes. "Tell me, Roberick, what's the most fascinating legend you've come across in your research about Aradonna?" Roberick's face lit up with enthusiasm. "There are many, but one that has always intrigued me is the tale of the 'Gardens of Eternal Bloom.' It's said that in the heart of Aradonna, there exists a hidden garden where the flowers never wither, and the air is always filled with the sweetest fragrances. It's rumored to be a place of immense beauty and serenity, a symbol of the kingdom's resilience."

We could only assume that upon his rebirth, meant Senko as It mentions a dark witch with blood magic, Oliver had stated that too. The whole translation read as such: Four stones hidden - to shield the realm. Fashioned from the blood of gods who ruled this realm. To save the immortal born of the goddess's blood, a descendant of the first. Upon his rebirth, the right hand of Aodh, the dark witch, will open the gates between realms once more. And the chosen shall return to the underworld as promised to Aodh. Only the light of Zeus’ bolt will break the seal of magic.