Rocs Mythology Novels & Stories

she says "Where did he get this army" I say "he married Queen Kutrix Rukotl, queen of the Holy Roman Kingdom and descendant of the Queen of the Roman gods Juno and so they are aiding him they haven't been around as long as us but there relations to there gods aren't as far as us so alot of their citizens are stronger than us it's not looking great that being said they don't have the best strategists and we have some descendants of Athena so our chances aren't to bad if we come up with a great strategy we also have you on our side and you are currently the strongest demigoddess alive" says General Oris

The battle raged on, the outcome uncertain. Suddenly, Syla's voice echoed through King Rryan's mind. *Your true form, my love. Unleash it now!* King Rryan's form began to shift, growing larger, and more majestic. His wingspan expanded, casting a shadow across the cavern. His eyes blazed with an inner fire as he transformed into his true, legendary form: the grandson of Camazotz, god of the underworld. The underworld creatures watching the battle trembled, sensing the ancient powers clashing. This got the attention of the other gods there in the underworld and they started to appear, demanding an explanation!

I look at Gaia and she shifts in her seat and Kronos notices it. “What is the cost to remove the mark?” I ask him because I will do whatever it takes to have Rosa back. “It requires a sacrifice.” He says, and I nod my head. No matter what kind of sacrifice I will do it. “Who is it Zeus has marked?” he asks and Gaia looks at me and I nod my head to her. She brought me here so she should have a plan to include him in this plan. “Rosa. She is a tribrid. The oracle Jadara is within her, the same as her wolf and the Angel of Death.” Kronos growls, pinching the bridge of his nose as he slowly shakes his head in disbelief.

The princes of Hades in the myth are known as the sons of Hades, namely Venom, Riot, Agony, Jealousy, Lust, Anger, and Rage,’’ she said. ‘’Oh well, do you know the myth?’’ Lachesis asked. ‘’Yes, well I think I remember,’’ Rose replied, looking at me, and I simply nodded because, truth be told, I was confused. ‘’Recite it,’’ Lachesis instructed. ‘’Well it goes, Born of mortal, raised by fire, lived immortal, with disaster and death under command. Their birth caused chaos, but until the last of them was born, Hades had no peace. For the underworld only has peace with power,’’ Rose said.

“Yes. Many of the true stories of the werewolves were turned into stories of the gods by the Greeks and Romans.” Lyle and Amaris looked at each other. This was an amazing find. It had been hidden away from the world like so many other things in order to protect and keep hidden the exhistance of werewolves. “Follow me. The Oracle is not able to see you at the moment, she is in meditation, but we will get you a room to be able to freshen up before your audience.” Christos led them down the rest of the hallway and to a door darkened by time. Once through the door Christos had to push through a b;ack curtain and out into an exquisite room that looked like something out of a Greek fresco.

The crimes Rocco had committed in Southbury revealed just how inhuman he truly was. Fortunately, Aria was well-versed in dealing with people steeped in such malice. She toyed with her amethyst pendant and chuckled. "It sounds impressive—that someone told you using others' blood could bring you fortune and prolong your life. "But didn't they also tell you? The more fortune you steal, the more spirits will cling to you." Rocco paused at that, then laughed scornfully. "Spirits? They're nothing but lowly creatures. If they had any strength, they'd have fought back while they were still alive. What can a bunch of nobodies possibly do to me?"

"F*ck off, Caroline. I've got important business right now." Sylvas was secretly overjoyed. He needed Adrian and the others to leave and not enter Ivory Cloud Mountain, and the chance for that had just presented itself on a silver platter. "Caroline, your roc is dead." "Who killed my roc?" Caroline Morg's eyes blazed with fury. She had grown up together with the roc, and the bird had been her treasured companion. "I’ll kill whoever killed my roc!”

“My wolf’s name was Róki. I had to give him up to be here. I sacrificed traveling with his spirit for Iokaste and the Mavri Magea. So they would have a safe place to hide from Katherine and the rest of the Menae.” “LIAR!” Saint’s rage surges through me, making me dive forward and lunge at Kyon. He grabs him by the throat and pushes the unsuspecting man against the wall, cracking the chalkboard with Kyon’s back. Kyon gives Saint a dangerous look, but doesn’t fight back. “You don’t know Róki! Where did you hear that name?” “Saint! What the fuck is wrong with you?!” I try to pull him back, but his anger is making him too strong. “And who the fuck is Róki?”

The claw pressed down again, smashing that figure into the ground. "How satisfying!" Brantley laughed heartily. He burst up from the earth, patted the dust off himself, and looked at the Azure Skyroc. "Mr. Berwyck, what kind of beast is this?" "Azure Skyroc, a kind of Roc," Geomen said, then continued, "There are many types of Roc, but the top three are the Golden Wingroc, Azure Skyroc, and Thunderfire Roc." "I see." Brantley thought of Lahava and asked, "That Thunderfire Roc we saw before…"

Were there more cracks in the Void? Ayla looked into Rhobart’s eyes. She did not remember the time before the Gods. “In your world, what were you?” Rhobart’s eyes turned silver. “I was the God of Chaos and War. Men and beasts used to bow to me.”