Satyress Mythology Novels & Stories

I let out a cough and rubbed the back of my neck. “Yeah, Mom, sorry. This is Demi she is a… um” Damn, what was she called again. “A Keres” Demi answered for me. “Right, a Keres. She assists the Gods in a way kind of like a Valkyrie.” My mother nodded her head. “She was sent here by our Goddess Selene and the Dragon God Typhon to keep an eye on me.”

No one understood the words. No one has been able to interrupt the final curse till date. The skies opened. Lightning struck the trees. The earth shook. And just like that, the Moon vanished from the world. Some say she died beneath that tree. Some say she returned to the sky, watching everything from above. But the curse she left behind never faded. Every Alpha since then has died before their fortieth birthday. Every generation, brothers kill each other for the title. And no one, not even the strongest among them has been able to escape the fate she spoke into the soil.

Her beauty was legendary, a blessing and a curse that drove Hades to madness with jealousy. But my mother, Minthe, was his mistress before Persephone’s jealousy demanded her exile. Unbeknownst to him, she carried me within her. When Persephone discovered my existence, her fury was absolute. She abandoned Hades, retreating to Mount Olympus, where she convinced Zeus to grant her sanctuary. I was left behind, an unwanted reminder of my father’s betrayal.

I let out a cough and rubbed the back of my neck. “Yeah, Mom, sorry. This is Demi she is a… um” Damn, what was she called again. “A Keres” Demi answered for me. “Right, a Keres. She assists the Gods in a way kind of like a Valkyrie.” My mother nodded her head. “She was sent here by our Goddess Selene and the Dragon God Typhon to keep an eye on me.”

Her bones sang. The ritual was complete. She was no longer mortal. She was the Bound Flame. A goddess not of purity—but of lust, filth, and sacred surrender. Ezryn pulled out first, groaning as his cum spilled from her abused ass. Ravion followed, watching as thick white cream oozed from her swollen pussy. Lyssa rolled onto her back, spread wide, leaking and glowing, hair tangled around her like a crown of dark fire. “Look at me,” she said, voice laced with power and need. “Look at what you’ve made.”

Drake asked. "Whoever wears that means she is the Legendary Goddess. There are plenty of necklaces that can identify the legendary goddess. The necklace has a mixture of symbols of two races. It just looks like the necklace that Sophie is wearing. The crescent moon symbolizes the race of vampires. The blue full moon symbolizes the race of wizards. It means that Sophie is half vampire and half wizard. " When the king said that, our eyes almost popped out. S-Sophie is one of the legendary goddesses?!

Next sat Thalos, a God and Selene’s loyal brother—massive and cloaked in storm-gray fur and armor, his golden eyes fixed protectively on his sister. Across from him, the Witch Queen, Ysaria, draped in moss and starlight, her eyes swirling with visions not yet spoken. And finally, Ignivara, the Phoenix Goddess, clad in robes of flame and gold, stood near the back. Her wings flared briefly as she stepped forward. “It is done,” Selene began, her voice echoing like wind through hollowed mountains. “The Guardian’s essence has begun to coalesce again—this time, within the girl, Nalia.”

That would be a reasonable explanation for how she knew what I was thinking. “That’s not my turf.” “So what’s yours?” “About our infertility,” she said pointedly making clear that I was coming too close. “I don’t know what you read about our origin but where we come from is not the grave or something dark castle with coffins. Years ago, before modern civilization, in the days of gods and heroes, a goddess fell in love with a mortal prince even though he was in love with another, Emilia, the princess of Intavia. Her name was Ashterah the Camelorn goddess of war. She was obsessed with Octavius the crown prince of Camelorn, even though he rejected her many times she was determined to have him t

Pretty sure he’d love to tear me apart—starting with my mouth. Then, a soft, lilting voice from the far side of the room: “I can help.” Heads turn. Mine whips to the sound. A slight woman stands—long dark hair, forest-sprite eyes, and a voice full of old Celtic magic. “I am Ceridwen. Goddess of rebirth.” Hecate’s voice is wary. “How can you help?” “I can create a babe. Place Kassandra’s soul inside it. A goddess of birth can speed the body’s growth. A goddess of children can age her to adulthood. We’d have her back in days.”

Large golden bangles cover almost her entire forearms and large golden tassel earrings hang from her ears. “Don’t you ever get sick of meddling in affairs that don’t concern you, Zarseti?” Merlos asks in indignation. Sebastian and I look at each other in astonishment. Zarseti? As in the Goddess of Peace and Love? Am I really to believe we’re in the presence of not just one, but two Goddesses right now? Am I sure I’ve woken up? “You’re attempting to sabotage a bond I made, I fail to see how that doesn’t concern me,” says Zarseti casually.