Stag Mythology Novels & Stories

He gave me a soft smile, making me return a shy smile. “You know, in Greek mythology, Althaia was the Queen of Calydon, and a woman of fierce passion. She is celebrated in an ancient story about the fate of her son, Meleager. When he was born, the Moirai, or the Fates in English, came to foretell his future, and they predicted he would die as soon as one of the sticks in the fireplace burned out completely. When Althaia heard that, she pulled the stick from the fire, put the fire out, and hid it in a safe place.”

Marcus nodded and continued, “The white stag is especially large and powerful. Only the most adept of warriors can take him down. Whoever catches and kills the stag first is crowned that year’s ‘Darkmoon Royalty’.” “After,” Emma went on, “the stag is cooked and fed to the entire pack, and we praise the Moon Goddess for sending the stag to us.” I furrowed my brow. “Why praise the Moon Goddess and not the wolf who hunted it?” “Hundreds of years ago, it’s said that our people were starving in the middle of a harsh winter. They had run out of crops and food stores, because the winter went on for far longer than anticipated. One day, a warrior spotted an enormous white stag roaming the woods,” Ja

Bob’s tone was sarcastic. Lex looked up, “I have – what have you got on Hades’ sons?” Bob produced a folded piece of printed A4 paper and handed it to Lex who snatched it hungrily. He folded it impatiently. “According to G****e, Hades, who is also known as the god of the underworld had three children, Zagerus, Macaria, and Melinoe. The first is a boy while Macaria and Melinoe are girls. Now if you’d ask me, I think this information is irrelevant. Nothing concerns Greek mythology with Nigerian homicidal maniacs.”

Marcus speaks up for the first time and casts a worried glance at Lyric and Mike. “How so?” I ask. Finally, I injected myself into this conversation. I stand and walk to the table to get a better look at the documents. At this point, the majority of us are all standing around the center table. “The original four that gave a drop of blood to forge the stones were gods and goddesses. So far we have deduced it was most likely Bastet, the goddess of werecats. Morrigan herself, the witch and goddess of the forest. The great grandfather of the sky and…”

“Saint, I have a lot to talk to Bronx about. Not right now, but I’m sure he’s listening. We need to figure out a time in the next few weeks. For now, could you just sit close and stay on guard for me? Just… um, just in case.” Saint takes his place at her side and watches as Delilah turns the sky turn into a beautiful scene of stars dancing around, creating scenes of the story Kas is telling that depicts Goddess of Animals, Artemis, turning a human hunter into a stag for watching her bathe. The hunter’s own hounds didn’t recognize his scent and chased the stag down, murdering their own master in a frenzied state. Delilah makes intricate movements with her hands, causing the stars to slide int

Theodore moved aside to give way to Elder Nyra who stepped forward on the stage. “The Bloodmoon Stag is said to be the guardian of the Moon Goddess’ secrets. It is translucent silver-red, seen only through peripheral vision, often leaving behind glowing hoofprints and a trail of mist. When approached with aggression, it vanishes. When approached with reverence, it reveals a piece of itself willingly.” she paused, and her gray, lifeless eyes only staring forward into space.

She replied. “Tell me everything you know.” I urged, finding a comfortable position on her bed. “The stag is a majestic and great creature.” She started, “It is white and big, a foot taller than any wolf. It is regarded as a messenger and as a sort of omen. However, it rarely appears.” “The first person saw it centuries ago, no proper documentation was made of the date but it is suspected that it was 3 or 4 centuries ago. The appearance of the white stag had birthed the Elixir. The child who the moon goddess had personally blessed with magic.”

He is the total opposite of Chris who is whoring around a lot. He heard what was happening inside and he took a sniff to smell who was the guy with Stela. He then hurried up to catch up with me. With his speed it was like walking for him. As a half vampire he was faster than us. We were currently on the second floor where the gamma’s and the head warrior’s family were staying. Stela was the daughter of the head warrior. All the other titles were passing from generation to generation but head warriors had to fight for the title.

Especially when it’s his fourth wife, and he already has four children, and he has absolutely no intention of staying faithful to his Queen once they’ve wed. A gong sounds at the far side of the room and Auden sighs as the doors open swing open. A cheer goes up in the room as Mahl enters, his golden crown perched on his head, his body naked from the waist up except for the golden cloth draped around it. The pronounced muscles of his chest and arms have been rubbed with oil and he looks for anything like some ancient pagan fertility god – Which, Auden supposes, is probably the point. The Night of the Stag is supposed to be all about symbolism and pageantry, about repeating ancient traditions

Thinking through here, Romulus picked up a curved black stone dagger that was placed on the altar and shouted. “Brother and sister! let the ritual begin!” All of the cultists in black robes begin to pray in unknown language while Romulus uses the dagger to gently draw an accursed magic circle on Zeus' chest. The dagger cut into Zeus' chest like god’s protection of god divinity was nothing but paper. The dagger smoothly drew a forbidden magic circle on Zeus' chest and red god blood slowly dripped down to the stone altar below.