Spain Mythology Novels & Stories

He gave me a soft smile, making me return a shy smile. “You know, in Greek mythology, Althaia was the Queen of Calydon, and a woman of fierce passion. She is celebrated in an ancient story about the fate of her son, Meleager. When he was born, the Moirai, or the Fates in English, came to foretell his future, and they predicted he would die as soon as one of the sticks in the fireplace burned out completely. When Althaia heard that, she pulled the stick from the fire, put the fire out, and hid it in a safe place.”

replied Juan to Liem. "You are really dangerous to yourself" said Liem to Juan. "May I ask you Liem" Asked Juan to Liem. "Just ask what you want to ask" said Liem to Juan. "What I saw earlier was Grok, namely the Mythological Man who has been cursed to become a Tree" Asked Juan to Liem. "I do not understand what you mean by what is human mythology" Liem replied. "Wasn't it you who were fighting with Grok?" Asked Juan again

I am just realizing the spell I was under. I mistook the symptoms for love. Roman’s eyes never leave me as I talk. I can tell that he is keeping his expressions guarded. Maybe he wants to hear the whole story before he can judge. Does it matter though? I tear my eyes away from a yellow bird hopping on a branch outside. “Roman, do you know that in the East there is a spider named Venus because its bite has the ability to make you think you’re in love? Unlike other animals with poisonous venom, this spider ensures that you will not hold anything against it even after it is gone.”

She stifled a yawn. “Uhmm.. Right. I did.” Gosh. I felt like a high schooler in front of his crush. “La Casa dos spiritus.” “What?” She stared at me in confusion. “The house of spirits? It's a place in Salamina, right?” “Ohh… La Casa de los Espíritus. Yeah, it is. What about it?” “Is it really haunted by spirits?” “Definetly!” “Really?” I sat up in my chair. “Have you been there? You've seen them? Heard them? Tell me all about it.” I rattled off like a 3 year old who had too much ice cream.

And I found myself kneeling in that sacred circle twenty-eight years ago, expecting to receive what was rightfully mine. Spanish werewolves are the rarest of our kind—the Hijos de Plata, the Children of Silver. We are said to be the direct descendants of the moon goddess herself, carriers of a burden and gift that sets us apart from every other werewolf in the world. Our bloodline stretches back three thousand years to when the moon goddess,Selenia, young and foolish in love, descended from her celestial throne to walk among mortals. And she ended up falling for a warrior-king named Aurelio el Dorado—a blue eyed Alpha who ruled the ancient lands of Spain with fierce loyalty and honor.

For everyone wondering, here are the translations: Magia elemental – Elemental magic La historia de la magia – The history of magic Un testimonio de la cacería de la brujas en la Espana – A testimony of the witch-hunt in Spain Guía de brujas – Witch guide Libro de encantamientos – Book of spells Libro de los Muertos – Book of the dead Leyadas mágicas – Magical legends

“And your Spider, Hannibal, also came from another place, but I believe he’s been trapped in Eastonia for a very long time–likely from a time before the fall of the Firestone Empire–” “He cannot be that old,” Ryatt says. “I saw him. He’s young. Younger than the boys here.” He points to Soren and me. “Well, faeries were rumored to be very beautiful, that’s true. They were gods, according to the Firestone legends.” “Why are you only telling us this now? We’ve been coming to you for guidance since the Spider started playing his games with the family,” I grind out, but Arthur waves his hand at me in dismissal.

Heʼs already contented with the promise of Felix, to protect her. "What I canʼt believe. . ." Felix clenched his jaw. ". . .is that Madreign ambushed my town." Deumitri looked at his front. There is a garden, and not so far away, there is Felixʼs daugther, Renata, whoʼs playing with a butterfly. "Do you think Velo is the butterfly?" he asked. Felix shook his head. "Humans canʼt turn into animals after they die. Itʼs just a legend in Tatius Mythology, but I believe that the gods can turn themselves into animals or in any other form."

Her body still twitched with residual trauma, but the gut-wrenching wails that had drawn us to her room had finally subsided. "Mother used to tell fables of vengeful spirits when I was young," Caspian explained, his gaze fixed on the darkened window. "El Silbón was a boy cursed by his grandfather to eternally carry the bones of the father he murdered. He wanders the plains on rainy nights, harvesting souls in a cycle of revenge. Driven into the wilderness by his grandfather’s hounds, he grew gaunt and wretched under the weight of his father’s remains. Even in life, he was a creature of spite; now, as a spirit, he claims lives as if he were a collector of rare rubies."

"Oh! The snatchers." I had seen their paintings before at the fortress. Selma had told me that they were cruel and violent mythological creatures that were sent by Zeus to punish humans. The birdwomen in those pictures looked ugly. Why does Laelia have to look pretty even as a beast? Her wings were so majestic and her hair was gorgeous.