Sylphs Mythology Novels & Stories

She calls this unusual entity, Anti-magic. "What are Harpies?" Theia small voice calls, her eyes haven't left Valerie, not even to glance at the beauty of the ocean the Sirens occupy. She would hear Valerie gasp, cry, whine, and shiver and felt utterly useless. A tense silence falls over them, and Grayson sighs, "they are birds bearing the face of a woman, said to be harbingers of punishment, and employed by Zeus. They torture the guilty as they drag them to Tartarus. The journey is said only to be a day, but their cruel endeavours make it seem longer." Dylan whistles under his breath, his eyes also watching Valerie.

Her essence flowed within his blood. And just like how he would not hesitate to burn down into ashes in her love... He wouldn't hesitate to burn anyone who touches her... Leaving no blood, no bones behind... But only Ashes. Ashes to mixed with the dirt. . His fondness was different from others. His love was hidden in his chest. His thirst was drowning in his mind. His desire was leashed with his soul that all needed HIS PERSEPHONE. . He was The HADES. .

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

Yesran walked along the shelves with wide eyes, her steps were slow, and then, not wanting to waste time, Yesran began to browse the books on the mythological shelf. Vampire. Nymph. Elves. Siren. And many more non-fiction books that tell the origin of mythological creatures from various continents. As many people know, vampires are blood-sucking predators, Elves are fairies who have extraordinary powers, and sirens are mythological creatures who guard the sea. Yesran put the book about Siren back on the shelf, then her fingers moved to the next books. Yesran's fingers stopped moving. Yesran's eyes narrowed when she saw the writing on the dark blue cover book.

But even as I voiced those reassuring words, I couldn’t shake off the chilling feeling that seeking the Sirens might be our most perilous quest yet. "We've faced formidable foes before, Sophia. The Sirens, with their entrancing melodies and deceptive allure, will be no different," Alex declared, trying to mask his anxiety with determination. But Elena, with a far-off look in her eyes, whispered, "It's not just their songs, Alex. The Sirens possess an ancient magic, one that predates most creatures of our realm. It's said that they can peer into one's soul and unveil the deepest desires and regrets."

—said our father angrily, "This should never have happened. —Of course it shouldn't have happened, just as they would use black magic to bring a vampire back into this world. That's beyond forbidden and those wretches put a dead woman in my partner's body. —Well, at least you consider her part of our family, so your father won't have to go to the council for someone who isn't important. —Mom was worse than Dad was angry. —What do they know about the other girl? —A Phoenix. —According to human mythology, the Phoenix is born from a pure soul that was corrupted, but is mortal to its bearer.

he said as his eyes lit up. “Go to him,” Zeus nudged the girl forward. Her hand clutched the side of her dress, as she moved closer, her scent becoming thick and overwhelming to the point that I could feel myself getting aroused which was weird. Suddenly, I rose to my feet and my hand swept to her neck, drawing her closer. The people gasped and her body tensed. A curse from her body swirled into my ear. “Desire becomes eternal, sixteen moons to summon death.” I pulled my hand away.

He spoke, his eyes flashing in understanding as he considered my height, before reaching for me, and lifting me up. I felt my breath seize as he placed me above the lord, my hands settling shakily on his chest. “You shall speak the chosen words on the wall, Sapphire.” He pointed to the calling out the scared words carefully. The language was old, and I could not understand what they meant. But still I nodded carefully, testing them on my tongue. At once the flames shifted, I gasped when they changed for a split second, their color once golden, to a deep purple, before switching back to their usual gold as I stopped.

Femme fatale. Laved in moonlight, Sreya's glittering brown eyes and soft lips told a silent story. A story of mythical celestial creatures. They told a quiet tale of the existence of nymphs and mermaids. A tale of sirens and the meadow of skeletons. All it would have taken was one look from the demigoddess before him and Xaver will be willing to seat in her magical green field and let her warble him to death with the sweetness of her Siren song. He knew Sreya wasn't meant for this world. She seemed to be something inbetween. A being between mankind and divine deities. Shit, the woman was made to be idolized.

Each telling of the tale varies, but the central theme is always that of a sea witch or sorceress who finds or kidnaps a beautiful girl, and raises her until fate intervenes in the form of a young man. Of particular interest to students of Celtic mythology is the male character, a romantic yet disruptive force. He is always depicted as either a seductive demon in the form of a beautiful young man, or a celestial angel, a pirate, a faery prince or a chivalrous knight. In light of this, the myth is notable for its connection to the band of heroes known by several names (most commonly the Fiacha Rudraigh or the Fianna) – a group of five warrior princes who appear in the Mythological, Ulster and