Rocs Mythology Novels & Stories

As Maximus entered, the Oracle, a venerable figure draped in ethereal robes, awaited him. "The gods have spoken, Maximus," the Oracle intoned, her voice a melodic blend of wisdom and prophecy. "In the veins of Thrace flows the blood of your kin, a son who bears the mark of destiny. You must unite with him, for his purpose aligns with the divine will."

River added. My father stepped into the room, a distorted look on his face. "According to legend, five gods, all like brothers, claimed our world. Dietus killed two of them, pushing one into purgatory and the other beyond death to rule over, and the last two separated, forming their own alliance against him. Njord claimed the seas, and Sol the sun and moon. Dietus was left to rule the lands, and, well, we know his ex-wife Lupa locked him away and started her own species, us."

As Roxy continued to read, her eyes scanning the pages with an intent expression, I found myself watching her reactions, searching for any sign that she might recognize the symbol or understand its implications. Roxy's voice remained steady as she finished reading the passage, the words painting a vivid and unsettling picture. "If the anchor is broken, the link is severed, limiting the Cryomancer's hallucinations to short periods. Their magic makes these hallucinations eerily real, indistinguishable from reality. You can physically interact with the fabricated world, and others nearby will be drawn in, unaware of the illusion. Legend has it that one could live an entire life under a Cryomanc

Can she leave him when the goddess gave them to each other? Mortus rubbed his cheek into her hand, feeling her warmth. Scorpia’s wings shook, by fear or the tingles that shot through her I would never know. “The King, or Emperor as he likes to call himself, of the Rogues is Virion,” Mortus breathed, raking in her scent. “He is started as a sorcerer and practiced necromancing.” Orion slammed his hand on the railing, breaking the trance Scoripa had Mortus . Shaking her head, she pulled his face back to hers. “Keep going,” she muttered. “This will help, keep going.”

Every legend has its hidden face and every myth is polished by the language of the poets who tell it. Ragnar Lodbrok's epic is therefore no exception. Contrary to what is known from the story of the illustrious and legendary king and warrior; Ragnar Lodbrok did not come into the world with the common physical characteristics of the Vikings whom we know as strong, tall and combative. He was born a hunchback: the bitter fruit of a second trick and a challenge that Loki gave to Hoder, the "blind god" of Asgard.

Reggy said again, and in the end Rhodia gave in and let him. Before long, she and Reggy departed. She had warned Reggy to bring a cloak to withstand the cold. Currently they are climbing the hill towards the mountains in the North which is said to be guarded by a powerful god named Kalas. Rhodia had never been to those mountains, she only heard about it from other people's words… a myth by word of mouth. The myth that says Kalas never receives guests from outside, be it humans, are- or even animals. His territory is protected by him and the borders are bounded by a magical fence that couldn't be penetrated. While she is strengthening her resolve, because despite the myth... she needed Kalas,

Tursa sighs and grabs both my hands. "Your people are small, Jia. Our enemies are huge. The Gafrops look like Gaimo mutations. Their skin is covered in the thick armor that only appears in patches on the Gaimo people. So they have no weak points on their bodies. They tend to be taller and larger than Bronkarks and they are down right hideous. Not to mention mean. The Rusckods are overpowered Coks-resembling demons. Their eyes are solid white and all seeing. Some have been said to have heat vision. They are the ultimate hunter... (Tursa grows sad looking) The allied planets were shocked when the Rusckods joined our enemy. The planet Cok and the planet Rusckod are neighbors. In past centuries

"How is this possible?" "Too weak." Caspian raised his hand and waved it down again. The Fiendgod Kingdom was like a mountain that fell from the Ninth Heaven. Layers of void were shattered. The stars all over the sky were shaking wildly. The sky seemed to have been pierced through, earth, water, fire, and wind pouring down. "Don't think you can look down on me!" The turbid Roc roared. Suddenly, rain and mist surrounded his body, and his body instantly became a million times bigger!

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.

War-ro". "Moros, son of Nyx, god of Doom. I summon thee!" Immediately after the incantation, another figure appeared, male, tall, short dark hair and with a strange tattoo covering the area around his eyes. "Kratos, the brutal! Show yourself!" Lightning flashed then out of it stood a buffed up and heavily toned man with rippling muscles showing all over his bare upper body. He was bald and had a thick beard. "Stheno and Euryale, Gorgon sisters! Heed to your master's calling!"