Novel & Cerita Werecat Mythology

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v

Jayden whispers in shock. My head is pounding and I feel dizzy. Tara is Keturah, the moon goddess. The woman who has been helping me all this while is the moon goddess? I always knew she was different, but it never occurred to me. “Keturah, blessed goddess, mother of our kind, it's an honour to have you in our midst”, Kreed says, going one knee. Everybody in the room does the same including, Jayden. I keep sitting, trying my best to see through the tears that have clouded my vision.

Looking up into my eyes, I could see tears near its edges. “After the Moon Goddess left, we all tried to get the answer as to why your eyes were red, yet Brian’s was Hazel. It took months of getting witches, warlocks, and anybody we could get to tell us the reason. While looking for answers, Hecate came to us.” She is the Three-Faced Greek Goddess of Witchcraft. “She explained that while your father was a werewolf, he was also a hybrid.”

he asked, his voice barely a whisper. Kieran came to stand beside him, his own gaze fixed on the painting with a look of deep respect. “That is Selene,” he said, his tone quieter, more reverent. “The Moon Goddess. She is the mother of the night, the guide of tides and cycles. And she is believed to be the mother of the first of our kind. The first Werewolf.” Nate stared, a shiver running down his spine. This wasn’t a monster from a horror story. This was a deity. A creation myth made manifest in paint and varnish. “So… we’re not just cursed? We’re… descended from a goddess?”

But Harmony can be a scary cat sometimes. “No. Harmony, that’s my wolf spirit’s name, is a gift from the goddess Selene. She is the deity in charge of guardian the werewolves. They are her creatures after all. But don’t worry, I will tell you everything I know of the species another time, okay?” “I see. Well, if not you, I know exactly who I might look for to answer a few questions.” She said nonchalantly and winked at me. My sneaky little sister went ahead of me leaving me with my mouth hanging open and dumbfounded.

Next, he told of the felines Minatious and Micya who took the form of tigers, though their children could take any large cat breed. Cullen frowned as he thought of the old legend. He couldn't recall who the rats or the bulls were. He would have to call Colin, who knew the myth better. Finally, he talked of the Phoenix. There had only ever been one pair who lived and died, only to be reborn. Mattieus and Annos were said to be the first. By the time he talked of the Moon Goddess and how the wolves devoted their allegiance to her in the original war with the humans, Jackson had opened his eyes.

“The bears pray to the gods of the north, recognizing many gods. The wolves pray to the moon goddess and worship her gifts. Humans pray to their maker – Zeus. And us, we pray to Bastet – The first of the Lyoki and Queen of all were-cats. Who do you think Kolby prays to?” I’m stumped, wouldn’t he pray to Bastet, the same? “I, I assumed…” “He doesn’t even know what he is. You assumed wrong, princess. What god would deny a child a spirit animal? Whether he is a hybrid or not, not knowing who you are can be a huge burden. I have kept Kolby’s secret all these years, both your grandfather and I have made sure no one ever found out he was not a were-cat, or this kingdom would reject him in a heartb

Her knees dropped, and she leaned forward. “Yeah. According to my mom, the place you visit Selene is called the ethereal realm. In the ethereal realm, there is a wind nymph called an Aurae. They are really mischievous but love Selene dearly. Occasionally the Aurae will pick a soul for Selene, always a female. The soul the Aurae pick will get to have a special relationship with the Goddess. Hundreds of years ago, the wolves were called Oracles, but now Selene calls them her blessed wolves. That was what my mom told us, at least.

I said "I know it may seem like a lot, but the Moon Goddess chose you to be with them for a reason. I think you are overthinking everything," Christy said "Who is the Moon Goddess?" I asked "The Moon Goddess is the creature of werewolves. She is the one that chooses who will be Mates," Christy said "So she is the one that gave me three Mates," I asked "Yes, and she is never wrong," Christy said "I don't know about that. She might be wrong this time," I said

It would be fun to watch Zeus stomp around because he would have to live by his own rules. Katia and Selene were quietly talking, which brought him out of his revelry. He heard Selene tell her sister, “I don’t know how much longer I can keep them all from here. The witch Evelynn let the cat out of the bag.” “How did Evie do that” Katia wanted to know. “ Witches have a hidden third eye and can see things with it that regular eyes cannot see. They have seen how and where Uranus travels here to you.” Selene clarified.