Rocs Mythology Novels & Stories

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

She asked stubbornly. “Rogues are someone who is not from any pack, they live lonely like wild. The Riverstone pack has a law they don’t invite rogues to join them, instead, they kill them,” said Carmen while rolling her eyes. “Kill them? But why?” She asked. “My Dad has told me a long time ago When the moon goddess has come to the earth for a mate, whom she soon found, a man destined to be her mate, legend says he was a werewolf born of the humans when she found him, they had a daughter together, their first child they loved her so much, one day a rogue thought the girl was his mate, so he abducts her but she was not his mate, she was mated to a Canis Lupus,” Carmen was telling a tale in he

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.”

His eyes close tight, and his heart sings into my ears. *** Maybe out of greediness or the need to feel his warmth, I cuddle next to his chest. His fingers trail up and down my spine in a slow stroll. "There’s something I should have said a while back," Paul starts, while he stares at the ceiling. "I might not be the actual Dacian Draco you were searching for. In the wolves’ stories, Dacian Draco is an ancient wolf living in the mountains. His origins lost in time, he’s meant to protect the living from the dead. Maybe he’s what you sought."

“The world is more tolerant now. Lycans are less at risk than we once were. And now that we have been recognized as an official pack, we are safer from rogues. Especially with Gareth and his zealots gone.” I shuddered a little, trying not to think about how Gareth had been there the night I was born. Like he was waiting for me. The guide stopped in front of another ruin. It wasn’t much, really just a few curved stone walls left, but between the walls, roses were blooming through the cracks in the ground. The walls were, again, carved like the pillars. Only this time, they seemed to depict various scenes of the same woman; long hair, a trailing gown, hands lifted toward the sky.

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,

replied Dolos. "He looks like Loki's character in the Thor movie," said Claire. "Indeed. Loki is the god of lies and deceit in Norse mythology, Dolos is the Greek version," replied Leon. “If that's the case, my guess is he'll give you some kind of hallucination. Be careful Leon," said Claire. "What are you afraid of, Perseus? I think I can see it," said Dolos again with a sly smile.

(Only the Greek characters to arrive in future books will will be mentioned) A possible Location to be seen. Mount Olympus (/oʊˈlɪmpəs, əˈlɪm-/;Greek: Όλυμπος Olympos, for Modern Greek also transliterated Olimbos, [ˈolimbos] or [ˈolibos]) is the highest mountain in Greece. Mount Olympus is the legendary home of the gods in Greek mythology. According to research, the mountain was created after the Titanomachy, the epic fighting between the young gods, the Olympians and the older gods, the Titans. As a result of this battle, the Olympian victors created their new majestic domestic – Mount Olympus. It used to be shrouded from human eyes by using clouds which constantly obscured its peaks. The g