Sphinx Mythology Novels & Stories

I asked him, panic thick in my voice as I suddenly looked around in fright and waited for whatever this evil may be to suddenly attack me since I was aware of its existence. "Tis a tale, is it not?" he casually spoke with a shrug and I shook my head. "There is truth in myths, Abigor. You of all people should know that," he was a man of intelligence, no doubt a man that should be aware of truths in all matters myth or folklore, "and what you have described...only one mythical creature is capable of sucking the blood out of its victims..." Master Abigor looked down at me, his eyes emotionless yet eager. The left corner of his lips slightly raised as he gave me a slow blink, "and which mythical

Gods her mother had told her stories about when she was a child. She never thought this land existed. It made her love and adoration for her mother heighten, because she had been teaching her even in the childhood stories about her faith. Now she stood on a boat with Khepri deity, goddess of rebirth and the sun's journey, and Thoth, maintainer of the universe, and judge of the dead. Her mother had told her about the land of the dead and stories of these two and the many,many souls they had led to their final descent or ascent. She felt overwhelmed.

*Then the room went soundless, all there are Taso and Elaine' voices speaking* I'll tell you the truth My name is the same, Tasoshi says but my identity you do not know, actually I am a God who was transmigrated here. What? You're a god, then you know everything in the entire universe, right? Yes, what do you want to ask? I'll ask you these, do you know who gave me my holy sword? Yes! And such a simple question It's my little brother The god of affinity Alpha saya. What do you mean your god, why is there another god? Ok then I'll tell you everything, there are 10 universes in the entire multiverse right now we're in the

Days bleed into days, days bleed into weeks and Phoenix remained in the home of Goyre. No other person knew of her presence in the pantheon except Goyre herself and Patry. Goyre had voiced concerns about her presence in the pantheon but she would not reveal why she couldn’t let any of the other gods see her no matter how much she asked.

“My friends, our journey is long. Let’s save this for another day, would everyone agree?” After a pondering pause, all heads nodded in agreement. “Now, I have a story to tell.” He scooped a blue powder and tossed it into the bonfire. “Once upon a time….” The flame burst again, but this time, fiery images of animals, humans, and landscapes appeared. From the Greek heroes like Perseus and Jason, the adventures of Thor and Loki, and to the African spider god, Anansi, which was our first time hearing it, every story he told was brought to life by the flame.

The latter seemed to hesistate for a moment before releasing a small sigh as she raised her other hand and pointed it right at the mirror before us that seemed to shift under the assault of her magic to showcase not our reflections but a reel of events that shifted almost like a movie. "Long ago, in an age before creation, there were beings who existed in the beyond. Deities who saw it fit to create the beings that we are today. They have been known throughout history by different names depending on the culture of the people. Zeus, Hades, Poseidon...the gods of Greek, Roman, Irish mythology and beyond. They existed and they created not only the mortals but our kind as well. They are the prog

The inability to get a new sacrifice created an uproar in the land, not too long Isi Ala died. The time came for them to sacrifice foreign blood but the Obiri tribe could not bring anyone to the shrine. The Ngwal ocean arose in anger year after year reminding them of his rites, the rock guiding the village spun around in anger still there was no new sacrifice. Another plague fell from the sky and killed many more people, more enemies began to spring up. They plotted ways to attack and kidnap the children of Caliba.

I sighed and took a Sherlock Holmes book but turned it back and went to another shelf. Don’t get me wrong, who wouldn’t want Sherlock holmes? I already read them so I don’t want to read them again until I can find something. Ah, of course, Harry Potter is here too, but I just touched them. I finished them already, mate. I wondered at the library until I saw this thick book covered with weird letters. Greek Mythology? I tilted my head and approached the book. My eyes widened as sparks covered my body, I suddenly heard the thunder roaring at the sky. My vision became blurry and when it got back, I saw a man holding a lightning bolt and said. “My daughter, my demi-god.”

He tells me and I nod, waiting for him to continue. “There is a story, passed down through the generations of witches, about the first witch, Aadhya. She was the most powerful being in creation and is said to be the mother of all beings. It his her ancient magic that led to the evolution of dragons, and her heartbreak that created werewolves. The story says that the Blessed Mother and the Moon Goddess are sister deities, they worked together to breathe life into Aadhya and gave her magic so she could protect the earth and those who would in habit it.” He stops to draw a deep breath and feels for something in his pocket. He doesn’t remove the object, only reassures himself that it is still th

The creatures' massive, thrashing bodies breached the riverbanks, unleashing a torrent of blood, mud, and slime that gushed forth like a macabre fountain. The water churned and foamed, as if the very river itself was bleeding, its usual gentle ebbs now replaced by a maddening, blood-crazed frenzy that seemed to consume everything in its path. The Sphinx tribe, now also bolstered by the Lord's power, radiated greatness and dignity. Eryndor addressed them: "Be vigilant and wary of the werewolf spies in your midst. These infiltrators lack the bravery and immortal hearts that you now possess. You will find them flee and lost. "