Tales Of Herding Gods Wiki Novels & Stories

It was a revelation that left her spellbound. Astrid's journey through the pages began with the Werewolves, the very first Supernatural creatures, conceived by the Moon goddess Serene, whose celestial name is Luna. Over 200 million years of history unfurls before her eyes as she learned about the intricate hierarchy and the rich tapestry of their past.

They lived under a ruse of chaos, but instilling such fear in the humans they so desperately sought after took cunning, forethought, and detailed planning. They worshipped Haerlyne, who they believed was the God of Chaos, Theft, and Revenge. Aradia had told me of their great shrines, draped in ruby-red silk that flowed like blood from an open wound. They shrouded it with the bodies of their victims, giving them up in offering once their souls had been drawn from their bodies.

“What?” “Yes sir. Apparently, we are her oracles. She made it so I can draw the scene.” I said holding up the drawing pad. “And Liz sees the whole picture as like a video of sorts.” “I never dreamed I’d be alive to see an oracle of the Moon Goddess!” Alpha James exclaimed. “So, you believe us?” Liz asked. “Of course, I do! There are many books that tell of different oracles through the ages and how coveted they are. We cannot let anyone know about you two.”

Everyone felt suffocated. At that moment, at a height of 300 meters above her head, three huge golden images suddenly appeared. One was a woman with a snake body, the other was a middle-aged man holding a zither, and the third was an old man holding fairy grass. Everyone's faces suddenly changed as they looked up at the images of the three great gods in the sky. There was an urge in everyone to prostrate and worship. "This... Are they the Three Emperors in ancient myth?! Nuwa Empress, Fuxi Emperor, and Shennong God!"

"I'll try harder." "Don't try," Am Heh got up, his tanned skin almost golden in the light, enhancing every perfect muscle. "Just do it. Now, back to where I was. Yes, you might be new but from what I have seen and heard I can think of none better to trust my most precious possessions with." Ishaq swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded. Listening attentively as Am Heh explained their purpose and what he needed to do. It was more complex than with ordinary hounds for these were beasts of myth, created purely for the God's alone.

She gave me another smile before answering . “To answer that, I need to tell you a story. I need to tell you why I created werewolves and I how I became a Goddess.” As she spoke, she waved her arm in an arch in front of her. The brightness that surrounded us wavered and a new scene emerged. We were in a clearing in the woods that was filled with tents. Outside the tents were groups of people laughing and talking. Looking closely, I saw a woman with dark brown hair whose face looked shockingly like the Goddesses. “When magic was first born, I was one of the few born with it. These were my people “ she said motioning to the figures that stood amongst the tents.

As the day came, five humans entered the temple. Alarc, from the mountain tribe, knelt before the god Absalom. He asked for the gifts of speed, strength, and everlasting life. Beom, from the forest tribe, knelt before the goddess Selene and asked for strength, speed and the ability to find one’s one true love. Arilia, from the plains tribe, knelt before the goddess Eurynome and asked for everlasting life, the power to communicate with nature and the ability to change their form. Malissie, from the desert tribe, knelt before the goddess Hecate and asked for the power to heal, the power to communicate with nature and to be able to predict the future.

Kevin answered, “do you remember the ones I’m talking about? Do you know the stories?” “Yes I do. But they are just old bedtime stories.” Alex shook his head. The old Gods didn’t exist. They were just night time stories told to children. The only Goddess was the Moon Goddess. The one who destined each werewolf with their destiny and their mate. Surely this Kevin and his father couldn't be serious.

Jael asked. They all nodded eagerly, so I just followed their lead, even though I had already read that part in the Ancient Stones. Jael explained the tale in a similar way to some of the information engraved on the Ancient Stones. A superior being, it was said, created the world. He was the father of all the gods and goddesses as well as the creator of all the living and nonliving in the world of beastmen. He entrusted the world to his favorite daughter, Herastia, also known as Hera, who was the goddess of the sky and was now the queen goddess of the Beastman World and Nirvana.

Nysera: The Goddess of Secrets Volume I – The Forgotten Goddess. Chapter 1: The Child Without a Name (Part I) In the Celestial Realm, every divine birth was an event of cosmic celebration. When a god or goddess welcomed a new life into being, the massive Pillars of Heaven would groan as they etched the newborn's name into eternal stone. Sacred, resonant bells would ring across every divine territory, and rivers of liquid golden light would flood the skies for seven days and seven nights, signaling to all of creation that another immortal soul had taken its place in the cosmos.