Werecat Mythology 소설 & 이야기

The whole place looks scary and weird, I thrived, but I maintained my posture as my mother spares me a glance. At the entrance of the cave, the face of mother Shipton was engraved on it, the mother of all witches. A good friend of Selena the mother of werewolves, Queen Shipton was also called Aradia meaning queen of witches. Turning to my left, Hecate was also engraved on the wall. The chief goddess presiding over magic and spells, she is a great goddess capable of both good and evil. She was associated with witchcraft, magic, the Moon, doorways, and creatures of the night like hell-hounds and ghosts.

He mumbles. We all look at him. He then proceeds to give us a very brief lesson on mythology and what gods and goddesses created all the supernatural creatures. He explains that Hera created a line of fae that Marcel belongs to. Apparently, she also created werecats. Samuel says that he already knew this. “Didn’t you ever wonder how your family lines are immortal?” Chris asked. “I guess,” Samuel says.

“What about werecats?” “Good question,” Elliot said, nodding. “Werecats also manifest their other self around the same age. However, their shifts are not tied to the lunar cycle. They shift when they choose, though the feral side can surface in moments of extreme stress or anger. It’s a similar dynamic, but less predictable.” I listened carefully, trying to absorb the information while simultaneously tuning out the whispers around me. The word anomaly lingered in the back of my mind from the History of Supernaturals class.

Hecate laughed in turn, her green eyes glowing mysteriously after the disappearance of their third ally. "Magnus is a son of the Wind Tribe through his mother. I will help you, O Selene, for in his blood flows the ancient magic of the first people." Selene nodded gratefully, glad to have the support of the Goddess of the new moon. "Thus, wolves and witches will be united to protect her in the next cycle of rebirths." "Wolves and witches are mortals, no matter what anyone says," said a voice from above. The two goddesses looked up to the sky and saw a titanic form descending from the vault of heaven, wrapped in black gauze.

The years passed and so Lycaon and his story turned into legend, never believed but always around the hearths of werewolf homes. The gods and goddesses of ancient Greece too disappeared, also becoming myth, as people changed in their beliefs and time moved on. Elexis, the daughter of Hecate and Lycaon grew up never knowing of her father and his atrocious deeds, only knowing that she too had the power to become a wolf. She married to another werewolf and had children of her own, who in turn married and had children of their own and so on. Hecate never mentioned Lycaon to Elexis or her grandchildren, and so Lycaon shifted into obscurity to become nothing more but another myth of ancient Greece

I put my hand on her knee to get her attention. “Too many olives.” She dismisses my concern and turns to Jasper. “Jasper, werewolves are polytheistic. The Greek Moon Goddess, Selene, is the mother of all of our wolf spirits. Zeus gave her permission to have a relationship with a human. The short story is, that is how werewolves came to be. There are lots of goddesses, but the Moon Goddess is the one who gave you Katie and Kara as mates.” “A Greek Goddess doles out werewolf mates to whoever she feels like?” Jasper laughs. “Sure, and I have a bridge to sell you in Brooklyn.”

She nods. "...and my son is a lycan. Such matchmaking has never happened before! There has to be some explanation, we have to see Hwuatiki." The Queen says "Hwuatiki the only surviving witch of the white cat coven?" Athena gasps "Isn't Hwuatiki a myth? Just something written in a book?" Adonis ask, raising his eyebrows "Hwuatiki doesn't exist, she is just something made up. I mean how can one being know the heart of the sovereign moon goddess?!" Glinda exclaims

Theo asks my Mom, and she nods in response. "Who's Hecate?" Saul finally speaks up. "Goddess of Magic," Theo said, leaning back in his chair. I could tell that Saul hadn't studied much about the Gods and Goddesses. As werewolves, they worshipped only one, while Fae worshipped all of them.

They reveled in their divine heritage, their royal bloodline tracing back to Vakatow, the first of their kind, created from the very essence of Selene's love. Conversely, the werewolves, descendants of Black, the humble human blessed by Selene's mercy, believed that they too held a unique position in the Moon Goddess's heart. They considered themselves protectors of her benevolence, answering her call when needed, guided by her divine wisdom.

“In different cultures, they also have different roles. Isis is also the goddess of healing and magic. Selene doesn’t play those roles in the Greek culture. You were named after Isis, not Selene. Your mom was smart. It opened you up to more gifts if the goddess was to choose to bless you.” “She has blessed you already with the gift of a protector. Cats are very honored and revered in the Egyptian culture, so it is fitting that she bestowed on you a cat. But there are other gifts she could choose to bestow on you. The gift of healing. Or of magic. Or both.” “I have neither,” I said. “And the last I knew, Toby killed my protector. So the gifts are gone. Worthless to me in this mom