Funny Mythology Novels & Stories

Ken asked, equally interested after hearing that Jeremy belongs to the literature department. Jeremy caressed the book and involuntarily smiled. "Simply put.." Jeremy began. "It's a representation of Greek mythology, Latin Folklore and further afield legends in a way—enjoyable to read." Ken shook his head as if understanding what Jeremy said but then wrinkled his brows. "Mythology?" Monroe pushed Ken's elbow which was rubbing against her chest and interrupted. "Is it in your curriculum? Or just a reference reading?" "I am reading it out of sheer curiosity." Jeremy flapped the pages of the book. "In an online blog, I saw somebody comment that Metamorphosis is just a more readable version of t

It was beating wildly in my chest. My dad took another deep breath before he started speaking again. “Lycans and werewolves are two mythological creatures that have been around for centuries. They have unique abilities, strengths, and weaknesses, but they both share the same origin story: the moon goddess created them to rule beside humans.” He paused and looked at me to make sure I was following his story. I nodded, my mind spinning with this new information. His words mesmerized me—it all seemed so impossible, yet somehow, I felt an odd connection to the stories he was telling me.

Thorne pointed out, "but it's like having another identity with memories and a life of its own. My hound allows me to see his memories at times. I know that he was a guard of Tartarus." At this, Julian's head whipped in Thorne's direction with interest, "As in the prison of the underworld mentioned in Greek Mythology?" Thorne nodded, "You'd be surprised how many myths actually hold some facts to them. The place is reserved for the supernaturals that are the worst of the worst."

My fascination with books and weird things that floats around us made it worse, I guess. “Hephaestus was thrown off in mt Olympus because he is a parthenogenous child. He was the ugliest of all the Gods in Greek mythology." a masculine yet irritating voice entered my tympanic membrane. I looked up fixing my glasses who the hell is it? Am I hearing voices this time? To my dismay, I looked around, and damn I shouldn't have known who was it. The one and only Adam the so full of himself and every basic chick dream guy. I stared at him without a hint of emotion and went back to reading.

Professor Damaris also said that every Summoner has a spirit animal who can protect and guide them. The Healing Caste is the sixth caste in the Olympus wherein people like Dr. Foster have the ability to heal and revive someone from death. If not so, others from this caste can create different kinds of potions—good potions to be exact. Professor Damaris didn’t elaborate on it because she said that I’m able to know it soon.

Clear as daylight, the hostility he had for her shown. "Most of the things the humans have written down are not true. Your ancestors interpreted the knowledge which they might have heard from Minor Gods in their own perspective. And with time the content kept on altering, turning the facts into mythology." Will explained. "So they don't even know each other?" I asked. "No, they do know each other." Will sighed. "But their relationship is far from friendly."

I furiously denied them, not wanting to believe his words. “Hehe…” he chuckled before walking out of the bar and towards the large couches that were situated at the center of the lounge, “For centuries or more we’ve been in existence. Stories of mythical animals, mythical monsters, and other mythical creatures have been and continued to spread across the world through books, film, television, and many other media sources. Sometimes, you guys portray us as purely symbolic creatures to offer you a closer look at a particular culture’s fears, desires, or values, while other folk tales about cute mythical creatures are based on human nature—or perhaps simply invented to keep your disobedient chi

But nobody could decide what would happen in the future. After glancing at the Sea God statue, Jason left. His only goal this time was the Divine Clan of the Ancient Greece, so he didn't want to be entangled with the Yalans. The Divine Clan of the Ancient Greece had countless myths and legends, beautiful, bleak, and magnificent. The myths and legends of the Realm of Adria had never had a fixed system, but the ancient Divine Clan had a fixed system. where any story of the ancient Divine Clan could be found.

Izan laughed with me, and that woke up my aunt, who only frowned when she saw us laughing. “What causes funny?” asked my aunt. “I want to understand.” “I want to understand too,” said Izan, and I laughed harder. “The fallen angel who created us is in love with the great white she-wolf,” I said with amusement, and I began to laugh harder. Of all the things I was prepared for in this world, that romance was not among the things I would see. I laughed too hard at the situation; it was unusual, something that made me see powerful creatures as ordinary people.

She asked. “Um, it can be any myth, right? Anything?” I asked her to make sure. “Any myth can work but it should be mainly from Romans or Greeks” She cleared that for me. “Got it…” I said and leaned back smiling because I already had something in my mind.