Novel & Cerita Ancient Chinese Stories

Most of the pages in the front were smudged too terribly to read anything but once it became legible, I started to shake with happiness. It was a story book! Eagerly I began reading the first story that wasn't destroyed. MY mouth dropped open in wonder at this finding. It was a shadow elf storybook, and a very old one. Page after page I flipped through the words absorbing every word that I could. The stories were full of ghastly creatures similar to the ghoulcat and the heroes of ancient Gwathendor who fought them. And their lady loves that they saved along the way. Soon enough I was hunched over the bed with the little book in my lap and my head in the clouds.

Another two middle aged men were the bearers of the two poles behind. Everyone stared in astonishment on beholding the sight of the legendary Yeon, an ancient chinese palanquin. According to the ancient Chinese, it was used to carry someone of the royal family. It had a roof, a cabin, rounded colomns with painted dragons at the four corners of the frame. Lacquer was applied to the surface of the cabin and various animals such as bertakaek, a mythical beast resembling a lion, and a girin, a mythical horse-like animals, were painted in gold.

Lin Yilan had read briefly about it in books. In ancient legends, human civilization thousands of years ago had reached a glorious pinnacle. They built iron birds that could travel thousands of miles in an instant, giant boats that dived into the deep sea, and towering structures that rose above the floating clouds, fearing neither thunder, rain, nor fog. There was also spring water that made one forget hunger, panaceas that cured all diseases, and even things that kept one youthful forever and granted immortality; they almost possessed the power of gods. Scientists and artists created the most wonderful achievements, and countless unimaginable miracles became reality. That was a radiant gol

Agrip sighed, then began to speak again. “The term “ancients” is a significant concept in history. In one of the history books, the ancients refer to a group of powerful and ancient beings who have lived for thousands of years. They possess exceptional supernatural abilities and are deeply connected to the earth and its elements. They are portrayed as the oldest and most powerful beings in existence. They are revered and feared by vampires, as well as by humans and other supernatural creatures. Their origins are shrouded in mystery, and they are believed to have been created by a higher power or divine force.”

“My friends, our journey is long. Let’s save this for another day, would everyone agree?” After a pondering pause, all heads nodded in agreement. “Now, I have a story to tell.” He scooped a blue powder and tossed it into the bonfire. “Once upon a time….” The flame burst again, but this time, fiery images of animals, humans, and landscapes appeared. From the Greek heroes like Perseus and Jason, the adventures of Thor and Loki, and to the African spider god, Anansi, which was our first time hearing it, every story he told was brought to life by the flame.

Because she stood near the stairs, his awe reflected in hers. The grey of his eyes brimmed with unshed tears. This right here was a piece of the star. It had fallen eons ago like a star. But if that were the case, the earth wouldn’t be thriving. No. Everyone had misunderstood it. The humans, the creatures, and the healers. Ancients hadn’t though. It is said stories are powerful fodder for the imagination. Without it, life is paralyzed limbo of repetitive anonymity. Of doing the same thing without knowing how to feel. When stories came true, it was a not a matter of fate or opportunity, it was this. The righteous justification of balance. Balance that had once been. Balance keeping sales from

*** An: If any of you wondered where is the setting of this story since I mix Chinese and Korean's things, well Ancient Siam is in the middle of four strong kingdoms. In my own alternate universe, as I said in the previous chapter, Ancient Siam was found in the Middle of Yuan Empire (China), Ayutthaya Kingdom (Thailand), Ottoman Empire ( Turkey), and Silla Kingdom (Korea) hence Ancient Siam was like an interracial empire, because of the cross marriages happens, they had cultures and traditions from neighboring kingdom. So don't get confuse if I use words from China or Korea. That's all.

"There are stories." I immediately disliked where this was heading. "What stories?" "Old ones." Even worse. Ancient stories were rarely good news. Elias sat down again. "Stories involving broken mate bonds." My stomach tightened. "And?" "And nobody knows if they're true." Of course. That would've been too easy. "Tell me anyway." His expression remained troubled. "Some believed that if a bond was interrupted before completion, unusual things could happen." That wasn't remotely specific. I waited. Eventually he added:

I worked in a small restaurant in the city of Oaxaca, I was from the center, I was born precisely in the center, my parents had emigrated from a town that was very far from the city, so I was born in the city, they emigrated to have a better life when they got married and they were very young, they decided to get married as soon as possible, before they gave my mother to an old man, yes, to put it clearly, before they sold her to an old man, so they had to flee from the town and already in the city with my father's parents, they got married immediately, so that they could have a better life, they got married immediately, so that if my mom's parents found them, they couldn't do anything like

Jade lowered her hand. “I beg your pardon?” “The painting,” the man said. “Don’t you just love it?” “I see…” Jade said, turning her attention back towards the painting. “I think I do. It’s really pretty. I wonder what it’s about?” “It shows the Emperor of Heaven surrounded by the Holy Beasts,” the man continued. The man smiled before clearing his throat. “Well, the ancient Chinese people believed that the world was ruled by a deity who they called the Yellow Emperor.”