Stag Mythology Novels & Stories

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.”

An advantage for them. However, the bad stigma about Raveen still lingered. He was a murderer, didn’t know how much blood had flowed because of Raveen. Actually Lavina didn't want to think about that anymore. It was a very wrong act when Lavina still had a bad stigma about her husband. A murderer doesn't mean unforgivable right? Again, Lavina felt uneasy. She was about to give birth but distrust of Raveen hit her again. Did Raveen really deserve to be a father?

I connected with Stella ‘Any insight on why this might be? ‘From what my mother, Brigit has always said, the lycanthropy is passed through the blood. There are several things that combine to make it all work but it’s both the blood taint, the rites, and the conscious choice of the human soul that forms the core of evil you see here. It is a perversion of the ancient druidic shifter gifts where two souls willingly come together for the good of Gaia.’ ‘Gaia?’ ‘Earth, Child, the very essence every everything around us, and its living soul.’

Shade I know that Penthesilea and Phlegyas don’t trust me, and the feeling is mutual. I have never trusted those two. No one knows that neither of their mothers survived their births, but Penthesilea and Phlegyas killed each of their mothers when they were young. Both of the women had come to me explaining that a god had gotten them pregnant and that they wanted to survive the birth and keep the children hidden. I helped both of them and helped them spread the rumour that neither one had survived the birth. Both of the women had gone into hiding with my help. The women had never told either Penthesilea or Phlegyas who their father was. They had found out on their own and became pissed

"How do you know that?" I exhaled, feeling a chill creep up my spine. "I don’t know." My voice was quiet, uncertain. "That night, I had a dream. A vision of a woman with platinum blonde hair and vibrant crimson eyes. She was tied up, and people were screaming at her, calling her names…" Hades sat down across from me, his gaze locked onto mine. The usual cool confidence in his eyes was replaced by something else—something more guarded. Placing an egg onto my plate, he exhaled slowly. "Stella was a hybrid—a witch and a vampire. She was raised in a vampire household but never denied her other side. When her family found out, they crucified her for it."

He was fighting against the idea of going back to the Lupercalia festival and waiting another year to become a Beta and slowly losing this fight. He couldn’t give up, not yet, and almost like the Moon Goddess was smiling at him, he found the Stag again, already exhausted from running. It stood with its tail to him, its big antlers stood high in the night light, and Jayden hid again, positioning himself for the killer move. This time, he was quicker, unwilling to let any loser beat him to the game, but still yet he was too fast and landed right in front of the Stag. It turned to run, but Jayden was quick enough to lock his jaws tight on its neck.