Novel & Cerita Ares Myths

His cousin would forever possess her. Never would it be him! Kyran's gaze fell on her scarred hand at that moment and her sobs quietened. 'A god walks amongst us! ' The mad priestess had once ranted. Herak's Jade... That had been a myth that had circulated the whole of the seven seas for years, none had ever seen it, it was just a belief that was passed down through generations. The legendary curse of Herak and Ara. She had seen the high priestess made carvings of what she had spoken to be Herak's sacred pendant a few times but she had always regarded the priestess words as those of the rantings of a madwoman.

I was about to talk when Grayson tiptoed to his seat, trying his possible best not to get noticed but it was almost impossible for that to happen. "Ok, I guess we should crown another king that will carry out this 'Legacy' for you. For all, I know that kingdom doesn't exist. The castle, the throne, the crown, and the power, none of it exists. It's just a myth and I hope you move on from such thoughts." I stated, dismissing all matters on the Viking Dynasty. "The same way the moon goddess was just a myth? The same way mate bond was just a myth but now you're in a desperate search for your mate?" Lord Ryan Miller asked and his questions made a lot of sense as usual.

Ulyss was sick from an illness that caused his memories to be affected," Rose said as it was possible Mr. Ulyss was wrong. "Which is why I said it was absurd. There is nothing like werewolves or things like vampires. Those are beings we only see in books and myths." Rose agreed; When they were still children they had heard whispers about night creatures, but she learned that it was all but a story human made up and that it's simply a fable. As they got inside the house, Josie then stopped, "Um, Rose, can you help me with something?" Rose readily offered a nod, "What kind of help?"

John asked as he stood up from where he’d been writing something on the floor, with chalk. “Rare, but then again rarer still are the demons and gods”, she muttered, “The common supreme beings happen to be chimeras, Kitsune, Hydras, Medusa, Kraken, a lot of nymphs and sirens, a lot of Greek mythologies if I had to be pedantic. Oh! Your homeroom teacher Mr. Edwards is a Leviathan, and his wife is a siren I think, we’ve had the first werewolf too; The Beast of Gévaudan and Fenrirs too, a Minotaur and Basilisks. I personally have known three different Basilisks”, she listed as she tried to recall the different Ascendants she’d met. “I thought if one existed, another Ascendant of the same kind co

CLYDE'S POV I am here now with Sophie. We are dating. You must be envious. Well, I'm sorry, she's mine. Just wait for the right person for you. "Mine. I'm scared." Sophie said "About what? And why?" I asked "About me being one of the legendary goddesses. I don't think I'm ready for that responsibility. I am afraid that I may not be able to do my mission correctly ... that I may fail ... that I may not be able to protect everyone. I'm afraid that I might just disappoint everyone," she said while crying

She spoke to him in his language, “They’re treating you like god.” Just as expected. Frankly, Zayn felt rather helpless about it. He suddenly remembered that all sorts of myths were passed down for millennia on earth. He wondered if this was how the myths came to be? When someone showed up with extraordinary abilities and was worshipped as god by the people around him, stories of this event were passed down until it became a myth with passing time. Zayn shook his head as he thought about the situation. He was planning on saying something, but he gave up on the idea after pondering for a moment.

'Werewolf Mythology : The love story of Lycaon and Lydia'. "You mean Lycaon, the God of Werewolves and Lydia the Noble one? Why would a mythical story be the hint for your vision, besides their supposed love story is just a myth." "You will have to read their story to understand it. My vision included similar situations mentioned in their story. Maybe it's a mythical story which was supposed to happen in the future?" Joan questions. "You mean someone was predicting the future with this myth of a story?" Jade couldn't come to terms with the fact that Joan would believe in such absurd things.

"Who knows..." "Oh my goodness, you mean all this comes down to the disappearance of one woman?" Aria breathed in disbelief. "More or less...there are stories of course, some say she fell in love and stripped herself of her purity and so lost the magic of the Gods...some say a jealous rival that was not chosen by the Gods killed her in the vain hope of being chosen, not realising that it didn't work that way and therein cursed us all." Abram intoned in a reverent voice as he stepped out of the gloom beside them. "Some still pray to the Gods that the Herald of Spring, as she is known by my kind, will one day still be found."

Mysteria, the magical world of supernatural’s, a realm with the tallest mountains, luscious forests, and precipitous waterfalls. From werewolves and witches to orcs, this enchanted land is the birthplace of imagination. The mystical beings were all made by many different Deities, including those of Selene, Cerridwen, Ogrun, and Valkrim. They fashioned new life forms in their own image to coexist in the realm of Mysteria.

“The Chronicles of the Thirteenth Moon. That’s not light reading.” “I was curious about the legend of the Carellos,” she replied softly. “They say they could control everyone and also the realm of spirits.” He turned fully now, walking toward her with a measured step. “Most believe them to be myths. Cautionary tales told to children.” “Do you?” she asked before she could stop herself. He paused a few feet away. “I believe all myths are born from truth. Twisted, forgotten… but never without roots.” Seraphine looked down at the book. “You sound like someone who’s seen those truths.”