Hawaiian Myth Novels & Stories

Alpha Jason It’s been a week since we got the biggest shock of our lives. Malachi told us that he had talked to our moon goddess and his great-grandmother. He explained to us that he told them what was going on and that the moon goddess said she had three who wanted to help. Of course, we had all heard the myth about three gods that weren’t supposed to be. It’s a story that all parents tell their kids. Only it’s not a story as I stand in the kitchen watching two of them cook. I smile when Kylani walks in with a toddler on her hip.

“They’re our only chance to save the queen. They hold the power we need to save Queen Kimalissa from the poison she’s been given.” Caelan’s expression softens, though a trace of humor still lingers in his gaze. “I don’t know how to tell you this, Akin, so I’m just going to say it,” he says before taking a deep breath. “Bright Waters is a myth. It’s just a story used to lure greedy foreigners into the heart of Oceana where they’re met with swift justice from the Oceanans. It’s not a place any living soul has ever reached because it doesn’t exist.”

she added as she sips from her coconut. I smiled at her. "Do you dance too " she asked . " No , I can't " i replied her smiling. " Well I can teach " she pulls me toward the dancers before I could say no. " You know hula had its origins in ancient history as a ritual dance performed for the Volcano goddess" She moves hand slowly in the upward direction "Pele! " She added in a sweet intonation. "It is said that her sister, Hi'iaka originally performed the dance for Pele" She whispered as she turns her wrist in a swimming motion .

“Listen to me carefully. The Great Dream is the creator of The Myth; he then divided his power and merged with nature after the process of The Myth was completed. At that time, a golden seed leaded the Myth. The golden seed is a direct descendant of the Great Dream and only appears once every five hundred years.”

After the visit, Honorado died. Luna was bewildered by what she read. Her grandfather always told her stories about mystical creatures, aswang he would call them. There were other creatures such as tikbalang, tiktik, duwende, and many more. But she never knew that there were other people like them, guardians of different kinds. Why would her grandfather keep it from her?

Lahini youth needed to be kept in touch with their roots, and their king was still a widely respected and powerful figurehead in their lives. His admin chiefs, or kalaimoka , had been ordered to come up with ways in which to achieve this, and Koki’Hana had endowed prizes annually of SI000 to students who wrote the best essays about history, fables or the ancient gods of the past. There were many to write about - Ku, the god of War, and Kane, the god of gods. Even the haoles> the white foreigners who flocked to their islands, knew who Pele was: the goddess of volcanoes. Lono was the god who arranged the weather, but Koki’Hana’s favourite was Kanaloa, the god of the ocean and healing.

As much as the stories were wild, I did not believe any one of them but I enjoyed it I looked at the cluster of stars, imagining the mythological story playing out in the heavens. Just then the guide snapped me out of my thoughts. "Are you aware that there is a Hawaiian legend about the creation of the islands?" the guide asked, his eyes shining with excitement. "It's said that the islands were formed by a volcano goddess named Pele, who had an explosive temper. Whenever she was angry, she would throw fire and rocks into the sea, and over time, the islands were formed." He gestured out to the water. "It's said that sometimes, you can see Pele's fires in the ocean, as the lava flows into the