Legend Of The Ancient Myth Novels & Stories

"Chase me, Father!" Shouted the eight-years-old Princess Amayah of Lancayan. They are in the palace garden and are having fun playing. Her father, King Kendra chases after her while laughing. They were also accompanied by her older sister, Princess Aloha and their mother, Queen Aruha. They picture a happy family that anyone would envy.

Clearing their throat of a bit of lichen, Marwen raised their arms and said, “We shall begin.” A sound echoed through the air that sounded like thunder, but there was not a cloud in the sky. Opposed to lightning shooting out, a ring of fire surrounded The Council and the stand, where a petrified Claire sat. She could no longer see Elias, as the smoke around the fire blocked her view of anything that was not the four creatures in front of her: The High Priestess, The Alpha King, the fae representative, and The Vampire King. “What is your name?” Marwen asked calmly.

she asked. "The Cradle of Ancients," Lucien said, the words a low, unsettling whisper. "That's where it all started. That's where the pact was signed. That's where the true history of our people lies. That's where the truth is hidden. The truth about your mother, Lira. The truth about your bond. The truth about the elders. The Cradle of Ancients isn't legend, Rhea. It's a key." Rhea felt a chill run down her spine. The Cradle of Ancients. Her mother's diary had mentioned it. Her brother's ghostly figure had mentioned it. And now a vampire, an arch-enemy, was mentioning it.

However, the old man had long been prepared to sever the connection between the puppet, enabling him to avoid the continuous pursuit of the spell formation. Countless people on Earth who saw the cataclysmic scene were horrified. The ancient myths had descended to the mortal realm—the present world and legends appearing hand in hand. Could modern humans fight against mythical figures from the distant past? Everyone could only think about the terrifying consequences. Even Geronimo knitted his brows and murmured, “The world will never be peaceful from now!” Ring! Ring! Ring! Alex suddenly received a call. It seemed to be from Luna, whom he couldn’t contact several days ago.

I watched her fade because I could not find the blood of the Ancient known as ‘The Myth. I felt a pang of sorrow for Alexander. The book went on to describe the tragedy of "The Myth." He had been the King of all Alphas, a being of such power that his blood was rumored to have magical properties, it could heal any wound and even bring a wolf back from the brink of death.

The elder's eyes twinkled with a hint of mystery as he continued, "Legends speak of ancient artifacts imbued with immense power, capable of shaping the course of destiny itself. They say that those who are pure of heart and unwavering in their purpose may unlock the realm's secrets and harness its ancient magic." The pack members exchanged glances, a spark of excitement passing between them. Liam spoke, his voice resonating with a sense of adventure, "Imagine what we could discover and accomplish if we were to embark on this journey. The artifacts could help us protect not only our pack but also the fragile balance between the supernatural world and humans." Sarah, her eyes shining with dete

“I believe Anha has been living among us for a very long time, switching bodies whenever the one he had been using is no longer suitable for him. Ah, and the most interesting part about this: the disease is latent on humans, from a time when the Hova and humans still mated. This means that those deaths you attribute to other diseases could just be the manifestation of it in the blood. Those who are born with it react differently, which is why we have sharper teeth and increased strength. But I believe that it can appear on a human, at a later stage of their lives.” Up until Prince Marcellus mentioned Anha, the god of Death, or demon, the Queen had listened to him without reacting. Then, her

"What do you mean, something beyond what meets the eye? Please, enlighten me." His eyes locked with mine, and a flicker of ancient wisdom seemed to dance within their depths. "You see, my dear, this land is steeped in ancient legends and myths. Stories that have been passed down through generations. One such tale is that of the vampires." As he spoke, his voice carried a tone of caution, as if he feared awakening some dormant darkness. The receptionist continued, his voice growing softer, yet filled with an air of intensity. "According to ancient Greek folklore, vampires were creatures of the night, cursed to wander the earth in search of blood to quench their insatiable thirst. They were be

The Ancient Domains of Mystery is the collective term for the group of mages, that seeks to further the territories of mankind. They happen to uncover another ancient domain this time and it was believed to be the place called Dystopia. Since the trio already decided to accept the mission, they have already done their research, and this is what they found out so far based on the old accounts recorded on the books.

Of the way she screamed. The witches listened without interruption, but the air in the room thickened with each word. When Lyra finished, Valea touched the center of the runic circle and closed her eyes. “There is an old legend,” she said slowly, “older than the kingdom, older even than the Lycans. A story whispered by the stars.” Kane stepped closer. “We’ve heard the stories. Of a Queen who rose in fire and fell with blood.”