Tropes Pantheon Novels & Stories

Before the books, they were the creators of the terrestrial races. Selene is the goddess of werewolves. The one that has ruled over lycanthropes. Hades is the god who betrayed the witches and the one who created the vampires. The cold blood-suckers. Triple, also known as Mother of the Earth, is the goddess of the witches, the cheaters. Zeus is the god creator of the first existing race, the humans. The weakest species. The supernaturals who lived above the heavens, or among the waters, did not matter to Kratos. What matters to him is the power over the land, the total control of all earthly races.

*Then all kinds of elements appeared at taso floating beside him for example fire, water, dirt, light, dark and more* These will kill you, asshole! This is for not knowing who I am, remember I'm the god of zeronity tasoshi saya! What! It can't be they said you were dead? Of course not, Now die! ELEMENTAL GOD COMBINE ALL ELEMENTS, HA! *Then a flash of light glows besides taso* ELEMENTAL GOD SLASH PLUS AEROBA RENATAKATA, ELEMENTAL IMPERIAL HEAVENLY GOD SLASH!

Demeter laughed. “What are those creatures?” Layla asked, and everyone’s attention turned to her, but she didn’t care. Her gaze was pinned firmly on the woman. “Those creatures are called Zenzens. The balance of this world is tilting and distorting because of the rebels’ rebellion against the order our great deities have given us. The Zenzens are the products of this distortion. For now, we’ve managed to trap the majority of them in a place called Tophet to keep this world safe.” Demeter explained, dropping the tea cup on the table, and though her face was calm and gentle, she met Layla’s silver eyes with her cold ones.

Low growls reverberated around the room, to which Lykoan growled even louder to silence them all. “Hybrids and other species variations tend to have more than one god who often disagree on what fate to give them. So, these gods chose to forsake them. Mixed breeds are so unruly and untamable because of this.” Elder Thebian rubbed fingers at the ingrained horizontal lines on his forehead. “The primary function of the Trenchlands was to separate the cream from the crop. Nia, it is very sad to say, but that is where you belong.” Elder Purnell, with his elbows on the table, sank his head into his hands. He voiced in a measured tone. “It is farfetched.”

“So now? Now I’m helping take back the power—for all of us who’ve been crushed under your golden boots.” Demons surged out from either side of the pillar—succubi, ifrits, imps, shedim. They wrapped us in chains of silver and iron. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. So many demons, from so many pantheons. Christian. Jewish. Celtic. “They shouldn’t be able to cross the barriers of Mt. Olympus—let alone into the throne room,” I muttered. “How are they here?” Eris smiled like the serpent she is. “Oh, Selene. Welcome to the new order of things.”

Their long and thin tongue is stuck out as if they are already craving human flesh. The hole emits miasma nonstop as it stands as the portal to hell. Every moment, other creatures were materialized and given life. Goblins, Golems, Ghouls, Orge, Imps, Lich, Warlocks, you name it! To make everything short, everything related to the corrupted souls of Tartaro. I look at Phelan, and I see no fear on him despite the innumerable foes. Neither anyone in my pack shows fear. Instead, I see their excitement in their hazel orbs.

“How much power she carries. She is a Luna, even among Lunas. The peak of werewolves. She is destined to bring ruin to every pack in existence.” “What are you talking about, Lena?” Japheth asked, visibly shaken. “What does that even mean?” “The Argus Panoptes,” Lena replied coldly, “is a creature that once served Hera. A being of countless eyes,an all-seeing guardian who guided her every move. Its power was so immense that it threatened even Zeus’s authority.” She paused. “And so Hermes killed it.” Lena’s voice darkened. “But Argus Panoptes did not forgive. It believes the supernatural world stood by and allowed its murder. That includes werewolves. Every two hundred years, it reincarnates,

she shrugs, “we better get going. Some cadets might come here to check out what caused the ruckus.” Right, I almost forgot about that. “How did you know what he was,” I ask, as we walk through the forest. “The knight?” She says, “I saw one of those wondering in the wilds a long time ago” “A druid?” “Yes, he was about to be killed by a Wendigo when he committed suicide like the knight. He also worshiped Pan” “Pan? That’s the green god's name?” “Yeah” “I always thought there were only two gods”

Fuming with hatred, I pace back and forth while thinking of ways to destroy Mysteria. Finally, I come to a halt and smile as the answer comes to mind. Thypon, the God of ferocious monsters. He has the head of a dragon, a bat's wings and a serpent's body. Once a God amongst the other deities in the Celestial Realm, Thypon wreaked death and destruction across many worlds. To end Typhon’s terrible ways, the deities and I trapped him beneath a volcano for all eternity, compelling the volcano never to erupt since that was the only way Thypon could be released.

Professor Damaris also said that every Summoner has a spirit animal who can protect and guide them. The Healing Caste is the sixth caste in the Olympus wherein people like Dr. Foster have the ability to heal and revive someone from death. If not so, others from this caste can create different kinds of potions—good potions to be exact. Professor Damaris didn’t elaborate on it because she said that I’m able to know it soon.