Sparda Mythology Novels & Stories

Damon asks, like we’re discussing the weather. “Nah. Probably another ‘Are you okay’ call.” My brain’s in shambles. Dragons, Witches, Dreils. My past dreams. Ping. Alan. Frinx. Another question springs to mind. “Damon... what’s the difference between Spards and Spargians?” He smiles faintly. But there’s an eagerness behind it now. Like a kid finally allowed to share a secret. “Spards are the lowest class. Slaves, scapegoats, like Alan. Spargians, on the other hand, are higher, more respected. But they hate bein’ lumped with Spards. Not like there's any difference between the two, to me.”

Her voice echoed in the empty castle. "This looks creepy" Hadiya added scurrying after her stupid friend. Hadiya was the one paranoid friend everyone had in their friend group but even she couldn't deny the fact that Zoya's adventures were worth the risk. "Are you kidding me? Look at this- OH MY GOD...... THERE'S A INDOOR FOUNTAIN!!!" She exclaimed running off to the fountain she saw from afar. The pillars around it were covered with vines and moss and the pot of the fountain was all green because of algae.

Of course, these all are just a myth. Well, it might be (a myth) before. After Stelle was cursed, he now believed that not all fictions are really just fictions. After all, fictions were based on reality, thus they have a factual basis too. So, these fictions might really be true, like the gods. And right now, there is one (god) standing before him. Well, Spade might have been formerly a god after he was punished, but still, he was a god! And Stelle really was amazed.

This was said by who? Maria John Pete Butt Pandora Helen Hippolyta Hilda Danrakah Valac Morgana Arakah Silva Rhadamanthus Why do the Greek gods want Pandora back? Because she caused the harmonic convergence which fell against their favor. Because she escaped from Olympus. Because she wanted a life or her own. Because she wasn't trustworthy. Because she knew alot. Out of the living members of the supernatural team, who killed Rhadamanthus? Maria John Pete

A milky white orb emerged from Freya's primordial spirit, which Chad grasped in his hand. Freya's primordial spirit then became vacant, turning into a divine general who would obey Chad's commands. At that moment, Miss Sixth opened the Mystic Archive, pulling Chad and Freya into its world. The orb in Chad's hand dispersed upon entering, transforming into a new realm within the Mystic Archive. The archive's world expanded significantly, and the distant Yggdrassil became incredibly clear. As she looked at Freya's primordial spirit, Miss Sixth exclaimed in shock, "Oh, my! This is a true immortal's primordial spirit, a level achievable only in the realm of immortals after ascension."

The witch was engaging one of the goddesses, when she noticed, they all had left her and face the standing Shadow fighters, they killed one and magically transformed him to powder, and each of them took little from the powder and blow air from their mouths on it, ground began to shake, and dusts covered the earth, the witch asked " what type of magic is this? And then all had been buried under the great dust and sands, there was a great silence for a long time, the dust went to every corner of the earth, and there was no place it did not reach. And it was like everything had been buried, suddenly rain began to fell, and washed it all away, and the deaths began to resurrect, the queen knew ab

They lived under a ruse of chaos, but instilling such fear in the humans they so desperately sought after took cunning, forethought, and detailed planning. They worshipped Haerlyne, who they believed was the God of Chaos, Theft, and Revenge. Aradia had told me of their great shrines, draped in ruby-red silk that flowed like blood from an open wound. They shrouded it with the bodies of their victims, giving them up in offering once their souls had been drawn from their bodies.

Her heart thumped uneasily, but she spoke steadily. Elara narrowed her eyes. "It doesn't appear friendly." "It shouldn't be," Lyra remarked quietly, her face impassive. "People are kept out of the Spire, and whatever is inside is kept in." Zara gave her a stern glance. "You appear to be quite knowledgeable about it." Lyra gave a shrug. Before I went, I looked through Ardyn's archives. He believes the Spire is the secret to ultimate power, which is why he is obsessed with it. We might uncover something to use against him, if we're lucky.

Just like all of us. Tawny springs into action with Crimson, commanding what’s left of the werecat army to charge. “We don’t give up!” She screams! Watching the people I call friends, and the ones I love fight for their life pinches my heart. This should never have been. Electric blue sparks flickered across my knuckles. ‘Do it.’ Duke says. ‘Or Aodh will kill us all.’ Aodh. The god of the underworld. Or one of them. Him being the most powerful in mythology the one who promised Inanna as his bride. He had come for Lamia, or at least her wolf. But she was no longer on this plane of existence.

My demon hummed happily, embraced the two of us. Fine. Whatever. Idiots. The lovey-dovey connecting stuff would have to wait. We have other things to worry about right now, I told her. Yes, she said. But soon, Sydlynn, he will be ours. My conversation was distracting enough I was too slow to react when Spaft threw her head back against the stone and screamed. "VENEMETH! Save me, my lord!" Shaylee struggled to stop the sheets of green flame engulfing first Spaft, then Sonja, but we were too late. Both women vanished in flashes of brilliant emerald.