Zephyr Mythology Novels & Stories

The entire scenery of the pantheon was a wide expanse of beautiful fields and sparking water that flowed rapidly over rocks. “Where do the other gods live?” “In their realms. What you see here is the realm of Goyre, each realm has different scenery according to the powers of the gods dwelling in them. Goyre is the goddess of the earth that is why what you see is here is mainly forest and fields. But she also shares in the powers of her mother and father, both of whom have powers over the seas which is why this brook exist.” They walked beside the brook for a while. Phoenix couldn’t help but notice how easily Patry navigated the steep, rocky terrain. She wondered again about her blindness but

Layana said softly now looking at the queen, hoping she saw her irrationality. “She will be future queen, but I will be the ones to rule by the future king’s side,” Myra said now approaching Zephyr, he smiled at her his eyes leaving Layana for a moment. She took the chance to assess the situation, she could not kill Zephyr… the real Zephyr was somewhere within… stepping forward she grabbed his face turning him to look into her eyes. “Zephyr can you hear me?” she whispered her eyes prickling as her power surged forward, he pulled back a black smoke beginning to swirl around him.

"Oh, Zythorath! If my devotion to your worship pleases you, grant my desires." "Speak," commanded Zythorath. "I wish to cast a curse so potent that it transcends life and death, an unshakable affliction," confessed Zephyr, revealing his dangerous and sinful intention.

Then he will seek Thanos out and get rid of you forever. He laughed at the impossibility of it. But I wasn’t kidding him this time. Zephyrus and I shared a close link since the day we were born. We could connect with one another even on the battlefield amidst all the mayhem. ‘Fine then. Watch me summon him here. Vyros, connect with Zeus!’ Zeus was Zephyrus’s wolf and shared a great compatibility with Vyros. ‘I have connected to Zeus!’ exclaimed Vyros excitedly. Dyson looked ill at ease.

“The story of your ancestors is not an easy one to tell. You know some of it. The pain they suffered those many years ago in the beginning, the curse inflicted upon them, but the real problems happened around the time right before their powers were bound. Antoinette entrusted me with her story, so I will tell you everything I know. But first, tell me, what do you know about the gods of old?” “Uh nothing. I don’t think I believe in the same God as you and everyone else around here.” She shook her head knowingly. “So in order for you to understand the Zoldeck history, you must first learn about the gods. There are many, but two in particular are of importance for this story; the sun god, Helio

"How silly you still are, Ezekiel. You despise me, that's alright, but I wonder if you really do have a heart." The place they were then was a vast, deep and mysterious forest named Anceps. There was a tiny fountain surrounded by rugged-top hills a mile away from them, its gentle but powerful sound of water falling could be heard clearly. So many creatures, so many undiscovered facts, so many myths were still hidden in that forest, they wouldn't even know if something was closely watching them. Moriah looked away from her. He hated it when she called him by his real name. Hadassah sighed subconsciously and smugly placed her lower body on the ground, but never taking her eyes off him. She unt

I asked him, panic thick in my voice as I suddenly looked around in fright and waited for whatever this evil may be to suddenly attack me since I was aware of its existence. "Tis a tale, is it not?" he casually spoke with a shrug and I shook my head. "There is truth in myths, Abigor. You of all people should know that," he was a man of intelligence, no doubt a man that should be aware of truths in all matters myth or folklore, "and what you have described...only one mythical creature is capable of sucking the blood out of its victims..." Master Abigor looked down at me, his eyes emotionless yet eager. The left corner of his lips slightly raised as he gave me a slow blink, "and which mythical

S-Sophie is one of the legendary goddesses? "So did Sophie survive because she was half a vampire?" Clarence asked. "Yes, but it is also possible because she was a legendary goddess. Because one of the powers of the legendary goddess is immortality. " So the king said. When a creature is a legendary goddess, it means you are higher than the Queen of Goddesses. When you are a legendary goddess, it means you are the GODDESS OF ALL GODDESSES. "So it means that Sophie is the woman referred to in the prophecy? A half-vampire and half-wizard. The first legendary goddess who was a half-vampire and half wizard, and she was also the strongest of all legendary goddesses in the world." I asked, and the

“But, I suppose you got here through unconventional means... its possible.” She felt her hopes rising, again. “So how do I get out?”, she asked, following him up the mountain. “Not so fast...what’s your name?” He seemed friendlier now, his once harsh eyes now cool and calming. “Azeasthrath, and...you are?” They were now climbing stairs of a skyscraper, turning every ten steps. “ Hypnos, god of sleep.” He said and the scene changed again. They were standing on a platform, and everything else was just endless black. “Why do you even want to go back so badly?”, he asked looking down. Still black everywhere. “Zoi is there. He made his way into the world and is probably going to destroy it.”

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