Funny Mythology Novels & Stories

After a moment, she turns the screen toward me, “The word itself means wild or savage, but in Greek mythology, there was a Gigantes created to fight the Olympian gods during the Giant War, named Agrios. He was supposed to replace the Moirai, who are more commonly known as The Fates. It never came to be because someone killed Agrios during the war. “Okay. I will look into the definition side, you look further into the mythology side. Look for any covens or witch subcultures that somehow identify with the Gigante or maybe even the Fates.,” I write some notes on my notepad, “Bronx has restricted the fifth floor today, so no getting into his library.” “I can make do, Beta. Mind if I sit at the c

ALL! " Layla took a few steps back and in the distance she said, "Take care, I promise I'll get there with help," luck said in a funny tone to Leo, "where is the one that didn't want to leave us," "I know, good luck you have to start kicking some butts, ”“ yes, ”leo and luck came into view of all the creatures, in that, the same terrifying voice says“ LIGHTS, ”the harpies immediately lit the torches and chanted you with oil, and the light was made in that Instead, they were surrounded by all kinds of monsters and I read when I recognized that they were not from Roman mythology, but from Greek; a couple of the harpies fly high overhead and you can see a silhouette, "WHO THE HELL SUMMONED US,"

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.

WRONG NIGHT As usual the lover were out hunting and had gathered some men to be killed, these men acted very different, they were supposed to welcome their death warmly like others before them, but they began to cry and begging for their life, Oyinda knew something was wrong or maybe it was the Laalu in her that had thought so, but she went on and killed them, Agbara saw it all and felt the pain they felt, he became weak again, and when he narrated the incident to Oyinda, she also feel bad, that night she had a change of mind. THE HAPPY SPELL When the world first began, many other things happened to those humans that had it place in the gods note of history, many thought it never happened an

~ Eternity finishes. I just barely suppress the reaction of my mouth dropping open in shock. It sounds like a freaking telenovela! But I guess even celestial beings have jealousy and rivalries. Just look at the Norse God myths. There’s jealousy and back stabbing throughout their supposed history. I adjust myself as I refocus back onto Giselle.

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.’”

“Dev it is, then. As your family calls you.” Pop beams. “And what do your friends call you?” “Odysseus,” the Greek says with a smirk so smug I’m almost impressed. We all bust out laughing again as Pop just stares at him, stunned. Even he cracks up after a beat. Turns out, ancient Greeks do have jokes. “Let us sit,” Odysseus says once we’ve calmed, “so you may eat. Then I will tell you about the Phlegethon... and the centaurs.”

================================================================================================================= Realm of the Gods of Light "Fluff! She... called your child, Fluff! " Anubis, the God of Dogs, howled with laughter. "I have not laughed so much in over a century!" Anubis said as he rolled on his back and continued laughing, as tears ran down the large dog’s face. All the gods and goddesses were laughing. Some were trying to hold it in, but they were quite unsuccessful. "This is your fault!" Hissed Bastet at Ovinnik.

The latter seemed to hesistate for a moment before releasing a small sigh as she raised her other hand and pointed it right at the mirror before us that seemed to shift under the assault of her magic to showcase not our reflections but a reel of events that shifted almost like a movie. "Long ago, in an age before creation, there were beings who existed in the beyond. Deities who saw it fit to create the beings that we are today. They have been known throughout history by different names depending on the culture of the people. Zeus, Hades, Poseidon...the gods of Greek, Roman, Irish mythology and beyond. They existed and they created not only the mortals but our kind as well. They are the prog

My father’s eyebrow shot up in a horrified expression, his mouth twisting in disappointment. “Now, Callista. I know that all of these movies now days focus on Zeus and the Olympian gods and goddesses but you cannot tell me that you never paid any attention when I spoke to you and your brother about the other aspects of mythology. Greek mythology doesn’t revolve around the titans versus the Olympians.” my father’s voice went into his lecturing tone and I had to force myself not to zone out like I did under the usual circumstances. “I’m sorry I didn’t pay attention Baba, I truly am. Please can you teach me about Morpheus?”