Ares Myths Novels & Stories

She asked. “Um, it can be any myth, right? Anything?” I asked her to make sure. “Any myth can work but it should be mainly from Romans or Greeks” She cleared that for me. “Got it…” I said and leaned back smiling because I already had something in my mind.

Yaron Lucian of the Mist Mountains, who by then, was in his early years of leading their clan. Unfortunately, from the time it was found that she was a descendant of the witches, stories were distorted and exaggerated. Amaryah was prim and proper because she needed to pretend to be good while doing evil things behind the scenes. She used immoral and unfair means when dueling, so her wins were suddenly void. She also apparently caused trouble, made her peers fight with each other, bullied her peers and that's why they were too timid, and fed nonsense to some so they became arrogant and skipped training.

He asked me and I look down at him confused. "Huh?" I asked as I go up his shaft and he pulls me down. "What do you think about the myths?" "Oh, I don't know. I mean what if we're the aliens and they're humans. What if unicorns are not as magical as we think they are. What if they're evil and just want to feast on us with their cute looks. What if the mermaids are the si-re-ns? Fuck." I was out of breath as he kept on pumping into me.

Many stories are told of his might , terror, power and evil as well as many different folk laws surrounding his existence but no one knows for sure what interpretation of the story is true. “Wait, is that it?” I flipped through the pictures in wonder trying to find out more but there was nothing…some words and paragraphs of the remaining pages were completely redacted and inked out as if the information was part of some sort of highly classified government documents. “That is all that I could…there are no pictures of the two. Most people don’t even believe in their existence or them still being alive till this day and age. We are talking about ancient immortal creatures here Arya… Some of th

"I'm not sure, and there's nothing for me to theorize with either. The only information we have is that it's capable of calling on divine thunder." Mya heaved a sigh. She did not know whether the stuff spoken in myths was true or not, nor could she verify any of it. Hence, this was the best she could do at that moment. She stood up and said, "Thank you, Professor Cormac. Feel free to contact me if you find any other information. I'm going to go talk to War Legate Draco now." "Of course." Mya left Southrive University. She called Adrian and told him everything she had found. Adrian repeated everything to Rozi after

I found my Mate " What!!.. Your Mate is human " " I saw them.. in the depths of the forest.. It is not a myth as I thought " " Its place is in my arms and not among these idiots there! .. and they are not a fairy tale. The werewolf is a pervert.. There are many legends that are told and no one believes them. There are many myths that everyone thinks are myths. Only myths that parents tell their children to scare them.. So that they don't leave the house and stay safe..

Although a little hesitant, Raven raised her hand, trying to be brave. "Yes, Miss Raven. What do you know?" Dr Hyde asked in an intimidating tone. Raven began to explain some of the information she knew, but Dr Hyde just nodded with a sceptical face. "It seems you don't understand this very well. Believing in witches was a mere myth used to scare people back then," he said coldly. "Or you yourself might also believe in witches, Miss Raven?" Raven felt her blood boil at that cynical tone. "Not everything we think of as a myth is entirely false, is it?" she retorted firmly, glaring at Dr Hyde. "Sometimes, there's a reason why those beliefs are kept alive."

I chided Red on the drive home. He laughed. “I don’t … not in the way you all do. I’m not sure it’s a gift even ..”. “I’ve always heard metamorphs were a myth … just a story.” I said. “Like witches?” He asked me. “Yes… “ “Werewolves are a fantasy Alan, a myth. There’s a lot of things out there that we don’t know about. Some are stories we’ve heard. Some of from the past, our histories. Some are just flat out rumors and lies. But everything started somewhere…” he told me.

“Listen to me carefully. The Great Dream is the creator of The Myth; he then divided his power and merged with nature after the process of The Myth was completed. At that time, a golden seed leaded the Myth. The golden seed is a direct descendant of the Great Dream and only appears once every five hundred years.”

Among the Werewolves, the prevailing belief was that true mates were nothing more than fictional narratives, a figment of imagination never realized in reality. The subject of true mates remained shrouded in mystery, even when inquired of the moon goddess herself. Instead of offering clarity, she responded with enigmatic smiles, perpetuating the confusion among the Werewolves. Yet, the very idea of having a true mate intrigued Arabella profoundly. Legends suggested that these unions were predestined by the moon goddess herself, forging an unbreakable bond between two souls. Even after death, they remained inseparable, destined to be reborn repeatedly, eternally seeking their mate in each new