Novel & Cerita Genghis Khan Stories

“If you want to ask what I’xuinakonta means, know that is the word used for Wise Woman or Storyteller.” The I’xuinakonta, looked at the crowd for a long moment. “This night,” the Storyteller began talking, “when the old meets the new, and we celebrate life, I want to tell you a story about love and sacrifice. A long time ago, on land far away, lived a race of people named Graphkha. The Graphkha was a race blessed by Addanos, and they could live around two hundred years. They could control the air with their magic, and some say they could even take the form of griffins.

"How do you know about that mythical creature?" Govind asked, walking deep into the woods. Ghosavasu answered, "I had heard it in mythical stories during my early days. I was once in a country of merchants, and this story of a traveller was particularly popular there." His eyes scanned for dangers lurking around. "What story?" wondered Govind.

Zahra whispered, not minding to hide the fear in her voice, “But why had they set fifteen huts ablaze?” “I can’t say for sure,” Dodo turned her attention to Zahra, “But my mother told me a story of how the three Kingdoms, after hunting, danced around a campfire. You want to hear the story?” “No,” Zahra and Ginika said in unison. They were not prepared to hear Dodo’s unending tale. She would only end up telling them of how her great, great, great grandmother, told her great, great grandmother and her great grandmother, to her… Her stories usually leave one hungry and light-headed, or it would knock you out.

She gave him a chance and he giggled excitedly like a little boy even though he was well above his thirties. "Once upon a time, Seven tribes lived within their territories but one of the tribe wanted to rule the other tribes.." "Boring," She commented. She had heard the story so many times it was becoming a nuisance to her. She turned to leave and the storyteller stopped her, "I have another interesting story!" She halted but did not look at the storyteller, "It's about a tree that grew out of Alexander the Great's remains and its called the Khoyata tree." At this point, she could no longer wait and listen to the nuisance.

I saved the rest for the children’s schooling. For a long time, I could not leave the village. I had fields to tend, children to raise, and a grief so heavy that even breathing felt like labor. At night, I often dreamed of the motorcycle. In the dream, Dominic rode slowly along the mountain road. The sky was gray. The wind was cold. He never turned back, no matter how loudly I called his name. Our children sometimes asked what kind of man their father had been. I always told them the truth that mattered most.

Gabriel would kill me if he knew. “Well there are a lot of myths and stories told for so many generations and cultures I’d like to believe those kinds of things are true. There are dragon stories from Chinese mythology and then you have the medieval knights fighting dragons. Sometimes I wish I was there to witness for myself what these people were actually seeing for those kinds of myths to told for so long. It’s very interesting.”

Why is Khanza looking so curious? "Nothing much," Kenzo replied and took his hands away from Khanza's face. “It's just a matter of two kingdoms killing each other just because one of the kings doesn't accept that the girl he loves actually marries a king from a neighboring kingdom to have children. The king had a grudge and attacked the neighboring kingdom, until everyone was killed. Then, the child from the neighboring kingdom who managed to survive demands revenge using the help of evil creatures." Khanza gasped. The girl covered her mouth with both hands. Her beautiful eyes were maximally rounded. Tears are now flowing just like that, making Kenzo shocked and worried.

My heart is beating very wildly as he is sitting very close to me now. "You go first!" I whispered. "Okay." "I sing so well. I play the guitar. I have never been in love." "Which one is the lie?" "you play the guitar." "Aww. You are wrong." "Ohh. So which one is the lie?" "I have never been in love." He said. "I have actually been in love. It ended in tears sha. Hot, premium tears." He added. I couldn't help but laugh. "Do you mind talking about it? I'm sorry for laughing though."

" All right , dear . Granted. " I once read an article about a tribe that punish people by ignoring them. They'd look through you , pretending you did not exit . It normally would take long . They consider that alone is more painful than anyother punishment. Imagine no one talking to you . Passing through a hall of people and it seems you are invisible . That treatment alone would kill you. I mean , you would actually die .

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