Tales Of Herding Gods Wiki Novels & Stories

The beings who inspired them were in the East where the sun rose, and those who humbled them in the West, where it set. Nations. Kingdoms. Temples and religions were all built for the gods. Old and Ancient. In the beginning of the First Shore, tournaments were held. New Champions were selected, and the Lords would share their blood. Their power and healing abilities. The Emperors their seed—laying with the strongest in their human forms so that their lines would always be. As always, the Sages oversaw, as the Fairies taught their combined art of war. Even though their enemy slept, they knew it would rise again. But evil—it’s patient. It waits, and lurks, and builds its strength. Holding unti

I flick my wrist and the fire leaps from my palm. "How can you still do this?" I hear Ash ask. I tug a little at the freezing metal collar around my neck. "I'm not really sure," I murmur. "I wish I could do it," he mutters. "I'll teach you how when we get out of here," I tell him. I concentrate on the fire again, moving the matching flames in Ash's cell as well. "In the beginning there were seven gods, the most powerful of which were the twins Zahra and Kilano. Zahra was the goddess of life and Kilano the god of fire and ashes. Together they created the dragons."

“Smart. Hide it in habit. That’s how they trained young minds.” “Any major standouts?” I asked. Andy nodded, a little too fast. “The history section.” I raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?” “It’s not just world history. I found timelines on werewolf wars, vampire treaties, coven migrations, hybrid purges… and something that looks like pantheon lore. Like, actual accounts of god and goddess activity.” My lips parted. “Say that again?” He pulled a thin volume off the top of a growing pile and handed it to me. The title was in an old dialect—one I could read only because of the Goddess blood thrumming in my veins. Divine Imprints: The Last Age Before Silence.

Ronan growled. The Archivist’s gaze was unwavering. “The other gods.” A stunned silence fell over the group. The other gods. The ones who had fought against Serelai in the first war. The ones who represented the necessary, destructive forces of the world: storm, famine, drought, winter. “They are not evil,” the Archivist said, as if reading their thoughts. “They are a part of the whole. But they have been imprisoned, starved, for millennia. And now… they are waking up. And they are hungry.”

Raoul said with a smile. They got themselves comfy on the pillows, and Jamie laid her head on his chest. Raoul stroked Jamie’s hair, sending shivers down her spine. "Tell me the tale of Starfall," she whispered. "Well, it is said that a few thousand years ago, the Moon Goddess and the Sun God had a daughter. The Realm of the Gods was filled with joy, as everyone welcomed the new child. The child grew strong and soon it was realised that she would become the Goddess of Wild Magic, the bridge between Animals, Plants, Elementals and Human Gods."

’ He sniffled. ‘Maybe I can find a way to fix that, too,’ I muttered, scanning the pages of an ancient, dusty book I’d found buried in Moon Chasm’s library. I didn’t find anything. There were old fairy tales, so old they barely seemed recognisable anymore, that spoke of affronted gods casting down their children and making the first wolves. Some were classic tales, like the one about three pups going too near a river and being turned into toads to save them from drowning; others were cautionary tales, warning young wolves away from humans and forbidding any sort of romances between us and them – all in a fun, rhyming sort of way, of course.

"But... I thought those were just bedtime stories. Father, we've endured this famine for two years now." Father solemnly confirmed, "It was a dire warning from the Fae Lord himself. Those two years were his herald, and when the famine descended, I feared my suspicions were true." His words cast a heavy shadow over our hearts. Father descended from the lineage of Talerion, a legendary warrior who had wronged the Fae lord centuries ago by stealing a powerful stone to fuel his wars. When the Lord discovered the theft, he unleashed his wrath upon our village, seeking retribution. Yet, the stone was bound to our souls by an ancient pact, a burden only a descendant of Talerion could bear. In excha

The gods had commanded them to, respectively, seek higher shelter, build boat-houses, and make an unimaginable exodus across the land bridges towards the southern horizon, bringing with them all manners of beasts and fowl. As it was decreed by the gods, the people who would climb the highest peaks were the Storks, the Ciconi Clan. The Undines, who were renowned architects, built boat-houses and also palaces that towered on stilts. And the people who would make the perilous trek to the south, using land bridges that they themselves expanded with their ki, were the Chthonians. These brown Slayers also used their animal-communicating abilities to order all creatures, from the largest elephant t

Sara wondered if she had said anything wrong as the man was looking at her with both his eyebrows raised, and if expressions could talk, then his would scream of how stupid her words were, nevertheless, she knew he wanted her to continue while she wanted her answers, and so she did. “And they did, until the seeds of evil started to grow in the hearts of the greedy and ungrateful ones, corrupting their souls, they wanted what was not theirs, and tried to obtain the power of the Gods through forbidden magic, they sullied the once peaceful paradise they shared with humans, stained it with the blood of the innocents, they killed and enslaved their brothers, the humans that is, and then they want

Others claim she died of a broken heart caused by the betrayal of her lover. The stories were always spoken in secret because admitting a child dedicated to the gods—someone who should forever remain pure as sacrifice for our werewolf kind could fall in love was scandalous enough. But to say she fell in love with K'thar, the forbidden god of the night? That was the kind of heresy that could get you exiled as a rogue. I'd always wondered if the stories were sanitized versions of something much messier, much more....Different? After all, the victors write history, and the gods had definitely won that war.