Ares Myths Novels & Stories

I muttered gulping in air. "Well, what happened with you!!" The guy who had helped me asked. "I can't really say but a beast attacked me while I was foraging for food" I replied hoping they bought my lie. "A beast??? What do you mean by a beast??" Someone asked amongst the others. "According to ancient myths, there lives a beast in the deepest part of the forest, they are called the RAGUS. It's just a myth and no one has ever come across it" A girl in glasses explained.

“Are these real then?” Asked Amaris. “Do these show real werewolf history?” She said without turning. She was still staring at the carving that told an entire story. “Yes. Many of the true stories of the werewolves were turned into stories of the gods by the Greeks and Romans.”

I want to know what mythology he is talking about. Erigor nodded. "Each kingdom has its mythology. Like the kingdom of Valeria. The mythology there is that there is a special woman destined for the king—who is destined to be the consort and give birth to the heir to the throne. Here at Waldorf, the mythology is about a magical object that can grant whatever you wish for. They said it was true, so I went on a journey to find that object." He told me a story and I frowned. If Ate's appointment with Elijah can be called a myth, I can say that it is true. So the myth may also be true here at the Waldorf.

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

" She said something about my destiny starting. She said something like my choices would affect the race of species. That confuses me the most. Are there any other species apart from humans and vampires who are myths? " " All these myths exist for a reason. Definitely someone's somewhere had seen them and then told the rest of the world about them. So I believe they exist even though we don't see them" Ariana said. " As for me, I don't think they do. I mean , no one has ever heard of their existence anywhere. So how are we so sure they exist? " Robert said disagreeing with Ariana. " I don't know what to think though. What if they actually exist? And we don't know about them because they are

Myths and Legends: Across cultures and through time, Mars has ignited the human imagination. From the fiery Roman god of war to the serene Hindu deity Mangala, cultures have woven tales of power, resilience, and renewal into the fabric of Mars's being. These ancient stories show how our ancestors perceived the cosmos, reminding us that our fascination with the red planet is deeply rooted in our human experience. Beneath the Rust: Mars's internal layers

Marcia said, picking out pieces of fruit from the bowl close to her. “Well no one alive” Ley added, “Many stories that are deemed myth are purely so because none were left alive to continue the tale and document it.” “Yeah ok, maybe, I’ll leave the researching about those things for the librarians, I have my own research to do” Marcia replied, waving her hand dismissively. “The only thing you research are your loud canaries” Ley retorted with a booming laugh. “You son of a…” she began to snarl back when a noise from the doorway cut her off.

"Also one about shapeshifters." "I have something for you. Today's children just don't like to read about their hometown, and they call everything a myth. But not everything is just a fantasy or a tale from madmen. You and I, we were proof enough." Mama Bora said with a frown. "Arthur, some tales are not just tales to entertain. Some myths are more than just myths. Some happened here, then, and happening here, now. Some darkness always lingers and something beyond human conception walks around, but science haven't have answers for so many, and only deep faith can restore humankind from destruction. There are powers, there are shadows, and then there is light. To look at it, one's eyes must s

She asked, encouragingly of him, "...sooo, tell me, professor Mourhollow… if the harpies all whisper about werewolves as monsters, why do I sense you don't agree?" Sheepish and shy as ever, Corvin's mouth curved in that faint and knowing way of his. "Simple, really. That's because all myths and legends are true, but so often they come from misunderstandings. You know how court mothers frighten their fledglings with tales of werewolves gone mad, tearing through villages?"

He still warned them, and he was ready to walk out of the forest, but when he was just about to step out of the woods, he was bounced back; he felt weird and again tried to walk, but still, he was bounced back. He felt horror, and an alarming bell rang in his mind. He knows there have always been rumors about this forest in the city, But he never paid attention to that; after all, who can say how much truth would those rumors hold, Because of that, he would always laugh and dismiss those words, Like, 'Something is going on in this forest, and if anyone enters the sunset, those people will never come out alive.' 'There is a monster residing in this forest, which eats humans'