Hawaiian Myth Novels & Stories

Peacekeepers need a certain amount of action to keep them sane, and Hawaii has very little of that on the fairy front. Yes; I've been exiled to paradise and for someone with my fair Irish skin, Hawaii imitates Hell in so many ways. Sure, beauty abounds and the people here embody that tropical temperament of almost Gaelic hospitality, but when you're itching for a fight, you don't want to be scratching at your peeling, sunburned skin too. Plus, the only fairies to be found—the little local variety called menehunes—frolic about causing mischief but never mayhem. Yes; Hawaiian fairies exist. Does that shock you? It shouldn't, I've already mentioned how the Fairy Realm lies parallel to ours. Fai

Noura didn't know what to say about her relationship with Orlan. "I understand." Arva held Noura's hand tightly and smiled. "Then you must come to my wedding." Noura nodded. Of course, she will come. She couldn't have missed the most special day for Arva, her best friend. ** The Hamakua Forest is flanked by two volcanoes, namely, Mount Mauna Kea and Mount Kohala. He is also near a forest where there is a waterfall. The magic portal to the Hamakua Kingdom is between two large trees in the Hamakua Forest.

“In ancient times, thousands and thousands of years ago, there was a deity called Olca and she was the keeper of that volcano. Olca was lonely in her volcano and had no one there with her because the volcano was surrounded by the huge sea. Until she met the human who took the risk to visit the volcano. He was a mountaineer from the island of Maui and he was Luahu. His name in Mauian language means home.” I gaped as Harry’s eyes widens in shock. “So Luahu was a man.” Harry says. “Then that means this island was named after him?” I asked. Cortèz nods his head gently. “They fell in love with each other and Luahu kept going back and forth traveling the vicious seas just to see Olca. People thoug

"Yes , so there are many myths about it but the most heard is that there was a queen who was admired by the beauty of this island because it looked so enticing so she decided to spend her autumn there under the yellow old trees of elm and hickory . But the glint of that Island was fake .There she fall in love with a commoner named Ian , but he betrayed her because he was a vampire and wanted a broken heart to free himself from the curse . That's why this Island is also called decepted island, which deceived everyone with it's fake glint,because of the betrayal faced about the queen." " I know ,its just a myth ,but be careful don't fall in love with anyone there.''He added in a mischeiviou

I ask as I spread my black wings, a sign that I was heir to the underworld, providing Luka and myself with some coverage if the soulless decided to charge us. "I read in an ancient text once that the ancient Hawaiian Goddess, Pele once lived in Tartarus her home was the Lahar River, which is the river in front of us; there should be an opening here somewhere, nestled between the rocks of Wahieloa and Lohi'au, which were created from the bodies of Pele's former husband and lover, that will allow us entry into Pele's home, her sacred underground volcano, Lōʻihi." "Wait!?! Instead of going towards the Rocky Mountain Terrian towards the west, you're telling me we went straight toward the lava ri

“It’s true. We have similar myths. But Haldor’s ancestors were up North, in the ice, with mine. We did not witness it.” “Mine were South,” Pria says and sits down with a mug that she holds out to me. “We saw it. It rained for many days and many nights, and the sea rose up like a beast.” “A tsunami,” Lyric says. “The Balance was broken?” “Noooo, Queen,” Pria sighs. “No this was not The Towers or some freak natural event. Magic was involved. Even then, we already knew that the wolves would bring nothing but heartache and destruction.”

I heard Waian sighing under his breath and he noticed I didn't want to continue with the subject so he decided to change it. "Mating is sacred for us and we are only given a mate, a fated mate, once our whole life. Once we lose them and they die before us, our life will have no meaning anymore and we will eventually weaken and die," Waian started and I looked at him again. "The Goddess is the one who chooses who our mate will be, but some mates die young. In that case, we can choose a mate whom we can marry instead." "And they won't die because they didn't get to meet their mate?" I asked curiously.

Meanwhile, the wicked Oracle has sent a strong wave to the warriors who are on their journey after seeing where they are in his mystic mirrors. The Oracle spoke to the tempest to pull them out of their allowed passage into the forbidden territory so that the spirit of the land where they are can whisk them away. The Ohuhu Oracle could sense the evil wind sent but he couldn’t stop it. When he consulted with his gods, he was told not to worry that as long as the warriors are united, no evil can destroy them.

“She is me.” “She was,” Velra corrected. “But right now? You are Becky. You are choice. Emotion. Growth. She was rage and duty and silence. She is not whole without you. And you are not safe without understanding her.” “Wait so you're saying that Becky… “ Jimmy said, using his hands to draw an invisible circle at me. " Is Te Fiti the goddess of life while Nethara is Te Kã the lava demon. Form Moana?” “Well Jimmy, if that helps you understand it better, then yeah, it's like that." Velra said.

It was such a beautiful island separated from the other continent and was only connected by a small path created by the ancient race after their continent was separated by the Queen Goddess Hera, according to elders. I could see a pillar at the center of the island going to the sky. Was it a path to Nirvana? I had no idea because my knowledge regarding the Immortals was limited. The elders didn’t teach us too much about the story regarding them. We were only taught some names of gods and goddesses, which I always forget—I was not good at memorizing names that I don’t even meet very often. "To the place where you belong," she whispered softly as her voice blended with the waves of the breeze.