Sparda Mythology Novels & Stories

“According to the myths, The Great Old Ones, the Earth was inhabited by creatures who appeared here billions of years ago even before our planet was able to generate and sustain life on its own. It is said that it was these creatures, and not God, who created life on earth. Man himself was their creation, created solely from scorn and servitude. A pantheon of ancient and powerful space deities, who once ruled the Earth, and had since fallen into a mortal slumber.” Sophy then stopped talking and kept searching for something else. “Shub-Niggurath is often mentioned in spell rituals and is also called the Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young. She is an Outer God belonging to a group o

On their way home, she asked, "Oh, right. I saw an image of a beast on the two helicopters earlier. What was it?" "A griffin." A griffin? She asked tentatively, "The guardian of treasures and places of power?" Spencer smiled at her. "You're very smart, Mrs. Layton." It was no wonder she'd found it familiar. Jonathan had shown it to her in the past. "I only know of it because Jonathan's interested in these mythical creatures. Does it represent anything?" Spencer said, "As you said, griffins guard treasures and places of power. The way I see it, justice and equality are also priceless treasures."

Spiro revealed. The van went cold all over again. Astrid stopped moving. Keiran cursed under his breath. Ronan’s eyes sharpened on the road. I turned slowly toward Spiro. “What?” I asked. “If the barrier remains torn and the routes are widened, eventually even wraiths may find paths through,” Spiro explained. “You said they bargain. Why would they want this side?” I asked. Spiro looked at me like the answer should have been obvious. “Everyone wants the coolness and prospects of the fertile land,” Spiro replied.

There was a purpose to his question, a hidden meaning I couldn’t quite grasp. “Most of them were just that, stories. But there were some old myths, particularly about divine gold,” I continued, my voice a low, thoughtful murmur. “They said it was the only substance that could pierce the hide of an otherwise unkillable being, a metal forged in the heart of a star, blessed by the gods themselves.” Hypatos brushed the topic off too quickly afterward, a sudden, almost forced shift in his demeanor. “Just a thought,” he said, his voice a little too casual, a little too dismissive. “A silly myth. Forget I mentioned it.” He stood up, his movements stiff, a sudden urgency in his demeanor that was out

Explaining that they all needed to tell me a story and remind me of things from my past, putting everything into perspective. I tell her about the goddess telling me that my sotiria was waiting for me, Spencer looked at me confused and I explained that I didn’t know it meant to begin with either but my past self knew. I explained that it meant salvation and they also used another word to describe her, they used the word coniunx. Once again, Spencer looked confused and I told her that it meant spouse. I told her that one of my younger selves knew the meanings of those words because of lessons Ashton and I took as kids, but I had forgotten them.

“As for Xanthus, he comes from the pure heritage of the Hymenoptera community. I once went to Northern Rafinesque with Xyris to save my wife. We shared a connection with the last descendents of the Maddox Hymenoptera community and obtained the Maddox Scriptures there. “The scriptures are divided into two books. One book contains information on how to poison others with Kodoku poison. In contrast, the other book details how to save lives with Kodoku spells. “The scriptures should be the most powerful books passed down throughout the entire Maddox Hymenoptera community.”

I am afraid but I must fuel my curiosity. My fingers trail over books as I use my eyes to search. “History of the Great Wars. Wolf-Clan Genealogies.” Useless!! In a corner, I find a smaller shelf with older, cracked bindings. One title stands out: Creatures of Myth and Scarcity. I pull it free, coughing at the plume of dust, and sink to the floor in a pool of blue velvet. I open it. Swan Mythology. It is exactly what I am looking for.

River added. My father stepped into the room, a distorted look on his face. "According to legend, five gods, all like brothers, claimed our world. Dietus killed two of them, pushing one into purgatory and the other beyond death to rule over, and the last two separated, forming their own alliance against him. Njord claimed the seas, and Sol the sun and moon. Dietus was left to rule the lands, and, well, we know his ex-wife Lupa locked him away and started her own species, us."

"I don't know exactly what it is but it doesn't have a cure. But it's all a myth, I can't believe this is real.” “I don't understand what's happening.” Keondra frowned. “What are you talking about?” “Verdugo is a myth. A monster who possess the cursed venom. History has it that he once attacked the whole Vroudia, and won. How is that even possible? But then, we were meant to believe they are only stories, we were told they were lies. Parents tell their children these stories to entertain them, after all these years, how is this even possible?” Hilda studied her like she was some kind of experiment.

And even until now, Stelle has his doubts. But then tonight, Kaiser told him that Spade is not only a god – that he is related to the goddess Heart, but that Spade was also cursed to turn into a girl! And as if not enough, Raina and Sheinna were also cursed like they were. What the hell?! Stelle felt like he was going crazy! He not only can’t believe this, but he also can’t accept this! I mean, like, is being cursed a trend nowadays?! And they would even share their secrets with others, also this openly?! “Oh…” Stelle muttered as his body suddenly wobbled due to his knees feeling weak.