Sphinx Mythology Novels & Stories

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v

My question catches her off guard, and she sputters for a moment before regaining her composure. "You're changing the subject," she accuses, her eyes narrowing. "And yes, the myth speaks of redheads as passionate and impulsive, but it also mentions our creativity and wild spirits. We're supposed to be a force of nature, untamed and free." She pauses, her breath coming quicker as she meets my gaze. "And maybe," she adds softly, " In Celtic mythology, the story of the redhead stealing fire is often associated with the goddess Brigid. She is said to have stolen fire from the gods and shared it with the mortal world, bringing forth the power of magic and creativity." She huff. "That's where we a

Talk of ‘spirits separated from their bodies’ reminded him of Ashkan and the ruined remains of the other men. “All myth starts as story,” said the driver. “Sometimes we call the story history, sometimes religion, eventually it all becomes myth. Beneath every myth is an ancient tale, a hidden belief that gives shape and form to every god that’s ever received a prayer on a dark and lonely night.” “Okay, now you’re getting wa-ay deep. Does this ‘ancient belief’ have a name then?” “It’s had many names, in every language ever spoken. Some call it ‘the Oldest Truth,’ others—the ‘Faith that Came before Man.’”

Lucian catches a falling star and hurls it back into the sky as a new constellation. Kayo convinces the moon god that stealing the moon is actually his idea. Rowan quotes a footnote so obscure Death forgets why it came. We keep crossing, keep rewriting, keep breaking every legend that was written before we were born. At 00:03 left on the timer, all six stories collapse into one. We stand in the center of the Crucible Ring again, surrounded by the smoking remains of six dead myths. The pedestals are gone. Thunderstrike takes a slow sip of coffee.

"Our founding mythology. The source of our power and identity—" "Is a grave," Alexander interrupted. "A consciousness formed from the moment your ancestors tore apart divine beings and scattered them across reality. You haven't been worshipping a god. You've been worshipping a corpse. A screaming, suffering consciousness that has been begging for release since before your species evolved enough to understand what it was." He reached into his pocket and withdrew the one artifact he had brought with him—not a weapon, but a recording. A memory crystal that contained the wound's final moments, its release of millennia of preserved truth.

Mysteria, the magical world of supernatural’s, a realm with the tallest mountains, luscious forests, and precipitous waterfalls. From werewolves and witches to orcs, this enchanted land is the birthplace of imagination. The mystical beings were all made by many different Deities, including those of Selene, Cerridwen, Ogrun, and Valkrim. They fashioned new life forms in their own image to coexist in the realm of Mysteria.

After a moment, she turns the screen toward me, “The word itself means wild or savage, but in Greek mythology, there was a Gigantes created to fight the Olympian gods during the Giant War, named Agrios. He was supposed to replace the Moirai, who are more commonly known as The Fates. It never came to be because someone killed Agrios during the war. “Okay. I will look into the definition side, you look further into the mythology side. Look for any covens or witch subcultures that somehow identify with the Gigante or maybe even the Fates.,” I write some notes on my notepad, “Bronx has restricted the fifth floor today, so no getting into his library.” “I can make do, Beta. Mind if I sit at the c

I left out all the Idris info to him, not knowing if my brother knows him or not. “A Phoenix Aurora? How did you know about them? No one ever speaks of them anymore since they have been extinct for so long.” He looks at me truly puzzled by what I have said. “You see a Phoenix is the Lord of all creation, before everything from the very beginning. Men invented books depicting of a “human god” the all mighty that made everything from nothing. This is not true. The Phoenix, is the most rare mythical creature to have ever lived. Noone has seen one in hundreds and thousands of years, they have the power to build life, the power of true creation. But alas, they have died out a victim of their own

"She lived through it Di. She got through and survived, just like you." "How could they try to sacrifice a child to a god that may not exist?" "What god? You mean the moon goddess?" "No...Lycrith, god of the Lycans, or god of Darkness to others... The cult tricked my grandfather in believing it was her, but it was never her, it was Lycrith that they worshipped. They believed that one day Lycans will return back from extinction, ruling over wolves and humanity alike. " I looked down to the rabbit and stroked my hand across its soft head one last time before gently placing it on the ground.

He began to scroll through his collections of ancient books, catalogs, and tales looking for something that could give him enough data regarding Sophie's capacity, and luckily he found one. An ancient article about supernatural beings has been considered a myth and a fictional tale of the human race, and though none seems to bother to investigate the myths, they were nonetheless undisclosed to them as a fact. In Greek mythology, Gaia was the primordial goddess who personified the earth. She was an ancient Chthonic deity and was considered the Mother Goddess of all life. Gaia was also known as Mother Earth. However, in reality, she was the first ancient supernatural being who could wield the