Sphinx Mythology Novels & Stories

Ekreth folded his arms. “The last time the world nearly collapsed, the oldest powers gathered.” “The gods?” Vaeleth asked. “The gods. Spirits. Forces of Creation. Things that no longer exist.” His gaze drifted toward the ancient symbol. “They created something new.” The room had gone completely silent. “What?” Lyra asked. Ekreth looked directly at her. “Us.” Nyxar frowned. “You’re saying dragons were created?” “No.” Maeraxa answered this time. “We were... changed.” Her voice carried centuries of memory. “As were the first wolves.”

And at the center of that newborn uncertainty, a voice stirred—familiar, fierce, and alive. --- The Birth of a Myth In a realm made of fractured starlight, the people of Kareth whispered tales of a god who had fallen for their freedom. They called him Sareth the Unbound. His image was carved into the spires of their cities—half of light, half of shadow. His eyes were said to hold both creation and destruction within them, his voice the echo that could birth suns or end them. The Karethians did not worship him out of fear. They thanked him.

Her madness echoed across realms until her sisters, weeping blood, forced her into an eternal slumber, a mercy that felt like deceit. In the whispered corridors of the realm, where myths were spun into reality, and legends were carved into the very fabric of time, there existed an entity known to all as the Eighth. He was a shadowed figure, veiled in the mists, his name uttered only in hushed tones and with an air of fear. He was not a creator, but one who thrived to destroy. To the revered Ancients, he was but a male amidst goddesses, his presence regarded as a stain upon their immaculate spectrum. With disdainful eyes, the sisterhood dismissed him out of hand. To them, he was a disgrace th

It'll ruin everything I have going now. I'm happy now. I have a mate who I love. We got married even, as an Alpha bloodline tradition. It's to honor the first Moon Goddess who supposedly fell in love with a human and stepped down from her role to be with him. It's said that their children were the first Lycans, who werewolves later descended from. Lesa and I are hoping to start a family soon. I want three, she wants four. Will she want children with me still, after whatever comes out, comes out?

Alec Romanov was a great sailor until he fell in love with the goddess Hekacy. Surprisingly, the word "heka" in the Egyptian language is also both the word for "magic" and the name of the god of magic and medicine, Heka. Hekacy was the chief goddess presiding over magic and spells. Not only was she the one responsible for bestowing the first men the secret knowledge of using the art of witchcraft, she was also said to be the mother of necromancy. Not only that, but she holds a certain domain in the underworld as well and it was she who would appoint her lover the sacred task of ferrying souls who died at sea to the worlds beyond using the famed, Phantom Ship.

George stated. “George is right, we cannot underestimate the demon king, that would be a catastrophe to us all. And I fear that Sonia is behind this unceremonial alliance with him” the wizard stated. “Oh and there is one more thing” Everyone turned to George waiting for him to speak “According to Greek Mythology, Seth was driven out of the higher realm when he was discovered to be a mole amongst the gods. His brother happens to be Lucifer; the morning star” Everyone gasp in surprise.

"There's been talk that he's searching for the descendant of the Sphinx." And there was my other secret, the only one I ever told the crew and Arung. Not even Marlowe knew of this. The Sphinx was one of our ancestors as were Wendigos. Because that was what we were a hybrid of Sphinx and Wendigo, but then we branched off into our own species. Skinwalkers. "We can't, not until we get everyone out of here safely."

—said our father angrily, "This should never have happened. —Of course it shouldn't have happened, just as they would use black magic to bring a vampire back into this world. That's beyond forbidden and those wretches put a dead woman in my partner's body. —Well, at least you consider her part of our family, so your father won't have to go to the council for someone who isn't important. —Mom was worse than Dad was angry. —What do they know about the other girl? —A Phoenix. —According to human mythology, the Phoenix is born from a pure soul that was corrupted, but is mortal to its bearer.

Recurring themes in these mythic episodes consist of the conflict between the upholders of maat and the forces of disorder, the significance of the pharaoh in maintaining maat, and the continual demise and regeneration of the gods. The small print of these sacred events fluctuate substantially from one text to any other and regularly seem contradictory. Egyptian myths are especially metaphorical, translating the essence and conduct of deities into phrases that human beings can understand. Each variant of a delusion represents a distinct symbolic perspective, enriching the Egyptians' perception of the gods and the world.

“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