Astrological Myths Novels & Stories

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?"

Zephyr looked at me, but soon his gaze skimmed back to Juliette as she almost squealed. “Oh my God! Are you serious? You know about them! I am so touched that I am not the only astrophile in Lycannora. Do you know the legend of the Virgo?” Juliette asked excitedly. “Virgo, isn’t she the personification of Persephone, who was abducted by the God of the underworld, Hades?” “Yes! Oh my God! I can’t believe this,” Juliette and Zephyr went on to have some more out of my syllabus talks about constellations and stars and the legends associated with them.

Aria answered softly, “Can you please answer? I need to know.” The silence stretched again as Rose met the gaze of her friend before letting out a sigh. “For most creatures in the north. They are myths. For people in the south, they are outcasts. They aren’t supposed to exist anymore. Once upon a time, they were said to rule the world. They are all ancient and powerful beyond belief. Beyond even what the most powerful alpha wolves could do.” Aria gulped as she flexed her fingers. “They were said to be able to see threads,” Rose continued. She sneaked a glance at Aria, noting the changes in her expression as she spoke, “Fate, instinct, magic, emotions – all of it and none of it – they were sa

And Lady Kristy breathed for unexpected circumstances. Tales about the serpent has been the center of the conversation between her and Jerome's men. They said that it caused eclipses. During ancient times, Pre-woodlander folks believe that there were seven moons created by their supreme god to light up the sky. The serpent, amazed by their beauty, would rise from the ocean and swallow the whole of the moon, angering the gods and causing them to be mortal enemies.

I asked, my voice tinged with curiosity and apprehension. Aunt Florence sighed heavily, her expression grave. "No one knows for certain. The legends say that the moon goddess's wrath could manifest in various ways—natural disasters, plagues, or even a curse upon the land and its people. During those times, those who had wronged the white wolves prayed fervently for death to spare them from the goddess's fury." Her words painted a grim picture of fear and regret among our ancestors. The consequences of their actions had evidently left a deep mark on werewolf history, shaping beliefs and traditions for generations.

It made Havel’s staff creak as he leaned on it. “That's a myth,” Elder Varr said quickly, a hand pressed to his chest like a prayer against choking. “Moonstone is an old story to frighten children. It binds nothing but superstition.” “Is it?” I echoed. “You tell me that and the way your voice dips when you pass the old shrine tells me you still glance at the shadow of the thing.” I did not mean to spit, but the syllable came out sharp. My pack had worn our myths like armor for centuries. We had shaped law around fear. To admit the stories influenced us was to admit we were not the masters we claimed to be.

“What does he meant by that?” “He’s talking about the war of the greater werewolves. It’s not really even written in books but it is rather passed by lips throughout the generation.” Pulling his bag of ointments under his bed, Idris thankfully replied to my query. “The myth is all about a pack of alphas coming to wreak havoc in our world” “A pack of alphas? That seems like an overkill.” I stood behind watching him. “Indeed but that’s why it’s labeled as a myth. It’s only been passed through stories and that meant it’s inadequate. There’s no actual basis backing up the truthfulness of it” He added.

Ethan settles into his plush leather chair behind the imposing mahogany desk. "So," Ryan flips through the page of his journal, "When discussing dating apps, the first thing that comes to mind, is undoubtedly love. And within the realm of love, there is a word which is intricately intertwined: myth. Now, I'm not saying myths are inherently negative, but they don't always work for everyone. Sometimes, what we these days know as myths, can evoke euphoria, other times they can be overwhelming." Ethan, relaxing comfortably asks, "What are you exactly proposing?"

Looking pointedly out at the black sky, he said, “This might be how it was always meant to unfold. The universe works in mysterious ways; there's a lot we can't explain. Coincidence, for instance." “You're talking about fate, Dav?” Marla snorted. “Really?” “Is it so crazy?” He leant forward, bracing his hands on the table’s edge. “We believe in the Moon Goddess readily enough, and in her fated mates.” “We know they exist, though,” Marla said. “That’s one very specific branch of fate.”

I’d learned long ago that the ancient history of a minority, especially an unpopular one, was rarely accurate. But still, yes, it turned out there had been a few humans every generation or so who could access the astral plane, which Wikipedia defined as “a plane of existence postulated by wolf and human philosophies as the world of the celestial spheres, crossed by the soul in its astral body on the way to being born and after death. It is generally believed to be populated by spirits and other immaterial beings.”