Novel & Cerita Legend Of The Ancient Myth

Cain murmurs half asleep, but Aeron is already there, pulling the covers back, showing what my body already knew, but my mind is only just cottoning onto. It’s wet, soaking between my legs. My waters have broke. I look across at Aeron in shock, but he just smiles back. “You’re in labour.” “But it’s too soon.” I gasp. Cain picks me up, scooping me into his arms. “No, it’s not.” He replies. “These are Lycan pups remember.” I nod, leaning into him. For a moment, I’d forgotten that part, forgotten that Aeron and Cain were Wolves, that any of this world existed and that I’m not having human babies. I’m having pups. Lycan pups at that.

The ring reminds them of the old civilization's ideals, while the journal contains important knowledge. Being bombarded with all this information was overwhelming. I couldn't even catch my breath again when my father said, "Your final, question Lily." I sighed and just asked, "What was Lythian?" He didn't show any reaction in his face when he explained, "Lythian is an ancient and advanced civilization that once existed in the supernatural world. It was a society where werewolves and vampires coexisted in harmony, living together in peace and mutual respect. The people of Lythian were known for their wisdom, understanding of supernatural forces, and their ability to maintain balance between t

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.’”

“The symptoms of this plague match the ancient descriptions.” The councillor frowned. “Those are myths. Stories told to scare pups.” “Not myths,” I said firmly. “History. Lost history.” A southern Alpha snorted. “Rogues and their legends.” My jaw tightened, but I did not rise to the bait. Another spoke. “Shadowborn magic has not existed for hundreds of years and even that's a stretch as no one has ever witnessed it.” “That is what we believed,” I said, matching his tone, “until bodies began appearing with the exact symptoms described in the ancient scrolls.”

'Myths are different than fairy tales or legends. Legends are stories based in history and are more or less true. Myths, on the other hand, are stories containing a deeper truth—stories that transcend time. If you were to travel the world, you would find myths that are remarkably similar to one another—stories of heroes fighting the darkness with the light.' ❤❤❤❤ ☀️MY RAE OF LIGHT (Part Two) ☀️ ❤❤❤❤

He still warned them, and he was ready to walk out of the forest, but when he was just about to step out of the woods, he was bounced back; he felt weird and again tried to walk, but still, he was bounced back. He felt horror, and an alarming bell rang in his mind. He knows there have always been rumors about this forest in the city, But he never paid attention to that; after all, who can say how much truth would those rumors hold, Because of that, he would always laugh and dismiss those words, Like, 'Something is going on in this forest, and if anyone enters the sunset, those people will never come out alive.' 'There is a monster residing in this forest, which eats humans'

Moriah screamed with pain, "AAAAAWWHH!" Above the thousands heads, the whoke sky darkened, black clouds started to emerge. Mysterious thunderstorms began to roar all over the place, but there was no sign of raining. All the soldiers looked at each other with confusion, murmuring about was happening. "It is..... it is the Legend!" a young soldier spoke up, staring at the unusual sky. "What legend?" another soldier poked him on his chest. "Do not waste yourself believing in this gossips, you little punk. They are just made by stupid folklore. Got it?"

She lifted her hand to her chin and tapped her red lips as she delved deeply into her ancient mental archives. "But on our last visit, you said you had a new myth you wanted to share with us," Alinta pouted. "Oh yes, of course! How could I forget!" Deanna dramatically pinched the bridge of her nose. "Have you heard the legend of the Rogue Deity?"

Though deaf, it could sense the faintest whisper of mana, possessed blinding speed, and had vision that far surpassed any mortal's. I flipped past more monstrous creatures, my stomach twisting, until a new heading stopped me: The Ancient Ruins. The writing within, it said, was in a language lost to time, decipherable by only a handful of scholars. "Legend holds that great secrets are protected within the ruins," I read aloud, my voice a bare murmur, "but as entry has proven impossible, this remains purely hypothetical." Secrets meant to stay buried.

I asked, my curiosity hitting the top. Dad's lips curved up as he sipped his tea, " That's right. Historia Lycanthropos & Fenrisufr- one of the ancient books that held the right history of Lycanthropes, their descendants, werewolf, Fenrir and the Moon goddess!" As Dad explained, I flipped the page, feeling the cool touch of the leather. " I can't understand this language! " I furrowed my brows, attempting to understand what language it was.