Satyress Mythology Novels & Stories

“Pasithea comes from the Greek word Pasi, which means King, and Thea, which means Gift of God. This made all the Wielder’s inhabiting its sacred lands king, because they are a gift from God and must be treated as such.” Ms. Marietta opened the thickest and the most ancient book Z had ever seen and a hologram of a gorgeous naked lady hovered just above its content. She’s only wearing a magenta piece of cloth, curling from her breast down to her genitals. “Selene is the beginning of all Wielders, so she’s the only God revered by Ancient Shadowests,” she paused to give the hologram a swipe, and came an average-looking woman. There were freckles on her pale chubby cheeks and her bloodshot eyes w

The one that will lead us all one day. “Atlanta?” Mr. Hessing asked. “Could you tell us more about, -“ Suzie stopped our teacher, making me gasp in the process. She’s so brave. “It’s Atalanta, Mr. Hessing.” I shook my head, “it’s fine.” Mr. Hessing smiled at me, “Atalanta. There is an old story about an Atalanta, a girl left to die by her father, who became a huntress and swore an oath of virginity to the Goddess Artemis.”

Celine nods, looking away from her, remembering the bad times before Nate and Fi had found her. “Free will, and fear, some of the many things we can’t control in others. But thank you for trying, and thank you for choosing Florence in the end.” Luna nods, “I know that the prophecy that you had said many years, so I waited for four before trying. Now, I regret not starting sooner, I am so sorry, My Dear One.” Celine bows her head in appreciation. “Anyway, I would like to talk to you about the task ahead, before my brother joins us. The sleeping Goddess is my sister, Artemis. Again, it’s more complex than mere genetics, but she is the Goddess of the half-moon, hunters, and fertility, among oth

“Get straight to the point, Soraya. Don’t test my patience.” Her head lifted slightly, but her eyes never met mine. They stayed lowered, as if afraid the truth itself would strike her dead. She drew in a ragged breath. “Long ago, when the Moon Goddess still walked among us, she had a circle of chosen servants called the Guardians. They were each gifted powers—beauty, healing, strength, eternal youth. Gifts meant to serve her and maintain balance between wolves and humans. But one of them… one named Milandra… grew jealous.”

She was almost certain she had never heard that voice before but it was too familiar to disregard. {I'm sorry for interrupting your trial but I really had to bring you back here. Your magic is still insufficient for you to see me yet but this will do} "Who are you?" {I am the one at the beginning who knows the end. A product and creator of life. I once was called…..} "Nataroth, the goddess of destiny. This isn't the first time we've met, is it?" {You managed to gain access to me years ago when you were first able to use magic. Our time was short and the memory faded as time went by. You even forgot the real reason why you wanted to be the most powerful woman in the kingdom}

She was staring at my ass, well good to know that at least the attraction wasn't one-sided. Before I started to get carried away with this whirlwind attraction, I had to put into consideration that I wasn't her mate and I couldn't form a soul bond with her since by the goddess's design, you only had that one person that was meant for you. I had seen some cases whereby two people who weren't mates came together and it was good, but something was missing and it wasn't like the fated mates pairing. I was pretty hopeful and expectant for my mate but it seemed the goddess was having a joke at my own expense, and plopped Zirah into my lap.

Ransom said. "Before you do that, let me set up a recording device. That way we can reference the material later if need be." My baby brother was turning into a miniature Atlas. Ten/Saint nodded their head. "You're a go," Xander said. "Anda, and her sister, Asta, are goddesses from Earth before I was born. Anda, as you know, is the Goddess of Spirit. Asta is the Goddess of Love. One of Asta's minor powers is fertility. When the Earth was young, it was not greatly populated. She bestowed powerful children on her followers. These children grew into Magicks of many disciplines. The magic system on Earth was very complex, but mostly intertwined as they all began with Asta's children."

"I, Iseldis, the second daughter of the Moon Goddess, am the Goddess of Healing and Hunting who shall heal this pup named Sinbert who is gravely injured and has deep wounds on his chest." Sinbert... Sander also had a deity name. That deity name was Sinbert. He might have deity blood running in his veins but he could never inherit my ability as the Goddess of Fertility. Mother said that only the first generation could ever have the abilities. We could not pass our ability to our offspring. But as soon as she finished her words, Isabella gasped in horror. "Mother, help!" "What happened?" Desmond and I asked in unison. Isabella started to shed tears. "It's too late... Sander has his last breath

It was as if a thread of light had tied us together across time itself. “Who is she?” I asked, barely getting the words out. “She was called Serathine the Keeper,” the priestess said, reverence lacing every syllable. “The last child of the first light. When the gods turned against creation, she alone stood between them and the end. She bound the Earth’s core before it could be consumed, sacrificing herself to seal its power.” Serathine. “She saved us,” I murmured. “She saved everything,” the priestess corrected. “But not without cost. Her body perished, but her essence the blood of her soul passed through her line. You, Scarlett, are the carrier of that blood.”