Astrological Myths Novels & Stories

She is also sometimes associated with the Roman goddess Diana, who, like Artemis, took on lunar attributes over time. Chandra (Hindu Mythology): Chandra, also known as Soma, is a lunar deity in Hindu mythology. He is often depicted as a young, beautiful god who rides a chariot pulled by white horses. Chandra is associated with the moon's phases, fertility, and the mind. He plays a significant role in many Hindu myths and is one of the nine planetary deities, or Navagraha. Hecate (Greek Mythology):

Perhaps this couple were genuine parents who were grieving for their child. Just as I parted my lips to speak, a memory from long ago resurfaced in my mind. Perhaps they had mistaken me for their daughter because of what my mother had once called a myth when I was much younger. The myth stated that when two people with kindred souls suffered untimely and painful deaths, their souls would swap, and the one with a stronger will and a greater purpose would be granted a second chance at life. But it was just that...a myth... it was a myth. There was nothing in our lycanthropy history that suggested anything like this had ever happened.

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

“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.”

I watched her fade because I could not find the blood of the Ancient known as ‘The Myth. I felt a pang of sorrow for Alexander. The book went on to describe the tragedy of "The Myth." He had been the King of all Alphas, a being of such power that his blood was rumored to have magical properties, it could heal any wound and even bring a wolf back from the brink of death.

Caelia stared wide-eyed, her hands trembling. Aria spoke softly to her. "I can see from your birth signs that you'd be quite wealthy in your next life. It seems like a waste to just vanish into nothing." Homer sighed in exasperation. "What birth signs are you even looking at? You're talking complete nonsense!" Reading birth signs for a Malathran spirit—how ridiculous could she be? Besides Homer, there were other people around as well. Aria's words made no sense at all, yet everyone could see the black mist forming at her fingertips. Clearly, that was some newly formed bad karma.

Maybell Smith Mythicals- A rare bloodline that people inherit from God, Dalion, that he personally blessed with the ancient dragon spirit. It is given to those who have been close enough to touch the white veil. Although this information is well known, mythicals are still a mystery to the rest of civilization, if encountered, don’t stare into its gaze.

He knew that the others were always being unfair to her, of course he never allowed anything extreme to happen to her, at least during classes. Atarah stood up slowly, there was nothing beautiful about that question anyway. Anyone of these numb skulls could easily read a book or something to get the answer. "The twelve months of a year ranging from January to December all have different affinities when the moon shines out, for example those born on the month of May are regarded as fire wolves or maybe august as lightning wolves......." That was enough, Atarah could proudly sit down and take a rest, avoid being in the spotlight but a foolish grin formed on her face and she continued.

Talk of ‘spirits separated from their bodies’ reminded him of Ashkan and the ruined remains of the other men. “All myth starts as story,” said the driver. “Sometimes we call the story history, sometimes religion, eventually it all becomes myth. Beneath every myth is an ancient tale, a hidden belief that gives shape and form to every god that’s ever received a prayer on a dark and lonely night.” “Okay, now you’re getting wa-ay deep. Does this ‘ancient belief’ have a name then?” “It’s had many names, in every language ever spoken. Some call it ‘the Oldest Truth,’ others—the ‘Faith that Came before Man.’”

Her mouth fell into a delicate round o as she breathed, “Wow. They always said that was a myth. So our eyes were like fire?” “Oh no, the Moon Goddess gave us eyes of fire as we looked South after our family to remind us to keep the fire of hope alive at our coming together again. Remember, many myths spring from truth….As a symbol of that divide and union, every hundred years a female descendant of an Alpha marries the Alpha of their twin pack.” “Ok, but I still don’t understand what that has to do with me,” she looked at me, hungry for more.