Taurus Mythology Novels & Stories

“I am very much alive, Cyros. I must see the Guardians.” As they spoke, a large figure stepped up beside Andric’s mount. It had certainly caused curious muttering among the gatekeepers, for as they had approached the gate it was clear that the massive figure’s head stood higher than the horse’s. Draped in a heavy robe, an oversized hood concealed the figure’s features, if not his impressive size. Andric waved in his direction. “May I introduce Dhume, Taurqon of the Minotaurs.” The Taurqon pulled back the large hood, revealing his bull-like features and sharp, gold-capped horns. He grunted a deep note and nodded.

She pulled the string back, and an arrow of glowing white energy formed between her fingers, solidifying as she aimed. She released it. The arrow landed perfectly in the center, next to a towering figure emerging from the mist as it slowly dissipated. “Little flames,” Artemis said and laughed coldly, like icy bells caught in frost. “Meet my wrath. Taurus the Bull!” she said in a delighted tone. “Isn’t he so terrifically handsome to look at?” She looked bored as she raked a finger across Taurus’s hammered armor. He stood there on two legs with hooves, seemingly calm, with only a red cloth draped around his massive midsection.

We were also now even farther away from Makya and home. “Herne will want to meet you.” “Herne?” The name harkened to Herne the hunter, a name that was often mentioned in mythology as one of the Tuatha Dé Danann, or one of the English deities. He had taken on many forms over the years and was even associated with Cernunnos, my own horned lord. I wondered who was bold enough to take on his name and be a part of a werewolf pack no less. “Our Alpha. We will rest here tonight. We still have several days run.”

General Tewa had thought that this kind of ancient beast had long died, but he did not expect it to come out alive. 'Tarrasque? What is a Tarrasque?' The divine soldiers around them looked at each other in astonishment and doubt. Hahaha. Sensing that General Tewa was finally panicking, Tarrasque raised its head and laughed wildly. "Are you afraid now? If you are afraid, hand over that boy immediately. Also, bring along his two beautiful wives too." Thinking of the Goddess Apollo and the Goddess Selene, Tarrasque could not help licking its lips.

Basil answered. “That’s Aquarius. Do you know about him?” Basil shook his head. “Well Aquarius is Latin for ‘cup bearer’ or ‘water bearer.’ The story of Aquarius in Greek mythology is that there was a beautiful Phrygian boy, Ganymede, who was carried off to Mount Olympus by an eagle and he became the cupbearer to Zeus. And he became the representation of Aquarius. In some stories they say that Zeus himself was the eagle that abducted him to Mount Olympus.” “What’s a…Phrygian?” Basil asked when Jaxsen had finished speaking.

He still remembered the woman's cold dead face vividly, those cold eyes still haunted him even now. If the visions were turning out to be true, did it mean this woman before him would die by his hands? No. There was no way he could possibly kill her, he had to bevmistaken about everything, the only plausible explanation was that it was all a mere coincidence. And Herak? Herak and Zeralph were regarded as the first creatures borne from the stars. They were gods . Respectively regarded as the lord of darkness and the lord of day, Both worshipped predominantly in most areas in the seven seas.

I replied. Hugo leaned forward from his seat and continued the tale saying, "She wasn't trapped, little miss. She chose to stay there. You see, the dimension where all the entities were bound is called Tartarus. It is the deepest section of the underworld which harboured all the darkness and evil of the world; some birthed by Tartarus itself, some children of dark primordial beings such as Khaos, Nyx, and Erebos. Among these children are the triad of death namely Moros, daemon of doom; Ker, bringer of violent death; and Thanatos, spirit of gentle passing. Their presence combined gave birth to a condition of aspiration and desire to live; hence, the existence of Elpis, spirit of hope. Elpis s

Aethon looks down once more and sadness fills his features for a moment before he looks to Kayda once more. “I know him better than he knows himself. He can do it.” “Let’s hope you are right.” A third, deep voice enters the conversation causing both Kayda and Aethon to turn, upon which they see the owner of that voice. Tiberius, the God of Tigers stalks along into their space, his golden fur glistening with his movements. His gaze is fixed on the dots below that show the twins that are growing stronger day by day. All of these young Royals across the breadth of Zodia, carry the hopes of the Gods on their tiny shoulders and they are not even aware of it.

Which resulted in them defying the spirits that gave them the beauty. The Calypso, the Korean line of Magna. Witchcraft ran in their veins, mixed with blood. They were closely related to Atlas because they shared the power of witchcraft with them. They were warlocks and witches that fell for the beauty of Cassiopeia, ending with their powers also stripped by the spirits, whom they defied. They tried hiding for a long time, but were caught eventually.

I tell her, she shakes her head and leans forward, revealing new information about the spirit fish. “Troy is the breath of Hades. Each spirit fish are part of only one God or Goddess, never two,” she reveals, “and judging by that mark, you must be a Seress.” “Seress? What is that?” I ask, she raises a surprised brow and observes me closely. Even so, I’ve never heard that word before, but it feels familiar to me. Should I already know what it is?