Stag Mythology Novels & Stories

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.’

Lydia asked, and I found myself nodding. “Wow! Is it nice, tell us, how does it feel to be kissed by a male?” Lydia asked. I giggle more pressing my palm on my face in shyness. “Come on tell us?” Stacy said. Even though Stacy is crazy she has never kissed a boy or been in any relationship because she was waiting for her alpha mate that the goddess would fate her to, she could flirt with boys but not be intimate with them, she was keeping herself for her mate while Lydia had never been in a relationship not because boys didn’t find her attractive but because they show interest one day and the next day, they are avoiding her, none of us know the reason they just don’t want to mingle with her a

Derek Stygian’s stripper's club was bathed in a deep red light. The kind that makes everything look darker than it really was. Shadows moved along the walls as slow music played through hidden speakers, the bass low and steady like a heartbeat. The air felt hot with sin, heavy with smokes of their cigarettes, filled with sweat of the male strippers and the tables were filled with expensive alcohol. Not everyone in the city was allowed into Stygian's secret cult. Only those who are ready to sell their soul for discretion are allowed in.

She stated with her chin held high, with pride. "No, that's not possible. You can't be a rogue because… because your blood…." The old man started to stammer as he was trying to make sense of everything he just got introduced with. He wasn't holding such a special and powerful position for no reason. He had some specialty in him which made him worthy of that position. Those specialty came from experience and blessing from the moon goddess. He could say that Athena was something different using that specialty only. "No, sir. That's the truth. She is a filthy rogue which even she couldn't deny and I have something else which she won't be able to deny as well. Can I request for the permission to

Was it because of their plain-looking look or they are just too serious in their duty? "We're here. Stay here and I'll bring you back to the ladder. You should figure your way back from there." She watched him fade like a wind. She was just patiently waiting at the boat until he came back, this time he was with an old man's soul. They ferry back to the river of Styx. In Greek mythology, the River Styx is a god, a river that forms the boundary between the earth and the underworld. The rivers Acheron, Cocytus, Lethe, Phlegeton, and Styx converge in a large swamp in the center of the underground world, and sometimes this is also the case. According to Herodotus, the source of the Styx is near F

The maid said, eyeing her in disgust also before walking out. Everyone knew Stacey was just a weak princess. Born on the great day of the Moon, she was expected to have the power of the moon goddess, or the power of the thousand myth, but none of it happened to her. Her father cared for her since she was young, taking her to various priestesses but there was nothing.

[CW- References to marital abuse and racism against fantasy races. Please take care of yourself while reading.] The statue was made of adularescence, the moon goddess’s expression soft and serene. Her arms were loosely wrapped around each other, as if cradling something to one side, her back gently curved, her legs apart in a strong stance. “The pose…” Peggy said softly. “It’s like that in these parts,” Eli explained, their eyes shimmering with interest. “It’s part of the difference in how Lycans worship her versus how werewolves worship her.”

Magus asked. Cicero still answered with a smile, “According to the legend, there is a Styx in the sky. After a man died, his soul would enter the Styx, but there are some special souls that can’t enter the Styx and reincarnate directly. Perhaps Emperor Martyn had that kind of special soul.” Cicero didn’t answer Magus’s question directly, and yet he seemed to answer the question from his explanation. They looked at Tyr again. The ninth heavenly lightning was ready to strike. Tyr, who was as black as coal, stepped on the black dragon's head as he looked up at the sky.

Zayn felt rather touched in his heart. He looked at Lysithea and said, “As a member of Sicut In Caelo, aren’t you afraid that you’ll be punished by The Saint for doing this?” Lysithea shifted her gaze and said, “I grew up in the organization, so The Saint won’t kill me. However, you’re different. You’re the son of the previous Saintess, and you’re considered a disgrace to The Saint in a certain sense. He was planning on killing you from the start. You’d better run now!”

I look back down as I lick my teeth with another growl as I get off the bitch and point at her. “You’re dead.” I snarl at her. “Nina, what did you do?” Asteria still has hold of me as she turns to face the siren. “Nothing, she attacked me.” she whimpers and I laugh and so does my dad. “Do you have any idea who she or he is?” Asteria points to me and my dad and the siren shakes her head. “She is Gaia, the Goddess of Hell and Harbinger of Death. He is Fenrir, her father. So I will ask you again. What. Did. You. Do?”