Mongolian Mythology Novels & Stories

Coyolxauhqui (Aztec Mythology): Coyolxauhqui is the Aztec moon goddess, depicted as a dismembered woman. According to Aztec mythology, she led her brothers in an attack against their mother, Coatlicue, and was killed and dismembered by her brother Huitzilopochtli, the god of the sun and war. Her story symbolizes the moon's phases and its struggle against the sun. Chang'e (Chinese Mythology):

God help us when we are in one. Harper faintly smiled at my question. "Aiden told you?" I had no idea how much Harper knew about Aiden's visit to my house, so I just nodded. He took a deep breath before looking into my eyes and saying the words. "We wolves worship the moon goddess because we believe we are the descendants of the moon. I don't know how much of it's true, I'm just telling you what I know." I nodded, silently urging him to continue. "We believe that the goddess pairs every wolf to their other half, otherwise called as a mate. We are supposed to live our lives loving them and cherishing them."

Note ① The store assistant set up the bowls and chopsticks while smiling and giggling, "There are also people who said that they saw a fairy frozen for a thousand years inside, tsk, tsk, where can we mortals witness ...... it with our own eyes." Note 1: The Enlightened Beast, Chaos, and White Zephyr, Ying Zhuo, etc., are all beasts in ancient Han mythology, residing in Kunlun, as detailed in the Classic of Mountains and Seas.

Malin says. “I take offense to that,” Emlyn says. “Let me rephrase. The Moon Goddess doesn’t make mistakes,” Malin says. “Here! Here!” the table says again. “What does that mean?” I ask, looking at Cayd. “We believe in a higher power, the Moon Goddess. Being children of the moon because of our wolves, we believe, or in our case, we truly know, that she chooses our mates for us. Our mates are the other half of our soul, the person who makes us complete in a way that no one else can, the only person in this world who is perfect for us,” Cayd says.

Maybe that’s why I felt like I was being pulled into the forest. “It’s an old ghost story made by the humans, but it was never a ghost in this forest but a Gumiho.” Yong-rae face tensed up with the word Gumiho. “What is a Gumiho?” Rylie asked. “It’s a nine-tailed fox god, in this case, a goddess. They are minor gods of the forest. They roam the earth for thousands of years before ascending to the heaven.” Yong-rea crossed his arms in front of him and slumped down the tree a bit.

Probably an even mix. He’d been up half the night with thoughts of goblins and gumiho. Halmeoni used to tell Jihoon stories about dokkaebi tricking humans and nine-tailed foxes eating the livers of men. Horror stories camouflaged as fables to teach lessons. But those types of stories were supposed to stay in books, not come to life and almost choke him to death.

“I look for permanent solutions, Mangolia. No matter what, I end things that irritate me, once and for all. I wouldn't accept a half assed effort.” The ritual that followed was worse than the last. The elder’s chants rose like thunder. The scent of blood was heavy, mixed with the cries of the dying. Every time Mangolia looked away, a guard forced his head forward. “Look!” they shouted. “See strength reborn! The world has never seen something as glorious." Mangolia tightened his eyes till the end of the ceremony. When it was over, another child’s scream replaced the silence. A newborn, its body still slick with blood, wolf ears twitching. The mother laughed through her tears as the elder proc

Each puzzle seemed to reveal a piece of the story, a story I was becoming a part of. The door slid open, and I stepped into a vast chamber. The walls were covered in even more elaborate murals, depicting the origins of the Moon Wolves. I could see images of the first wolves, their spirits bonded with the moon’s power, giving them strength, wisdom, and a deep connection to the night. The murals told of their battles, their triumphs, and their losses. I felt a deep sense of reverence as I walked through the chamber, absorbing the history that was unfolding before me.

"I don't remember. It must have hurt though. Like hell." He chuckled but then quickly stopped. "Sorry, I shouldn't be laughing." His cheeks turned red. I shook my head and laughed. "It's alright. It is a bit funny though." Easing, he gave me his million dollar smile. "So about mates. Tell me more." I shuffled and crossed my legs on the couch, stuffing a pillow in my arms before I took his hand and started aiding his arms while beginning the story. "So, you know we believe in the Moon Goddess. Legends say the Moon Goddess couldn't have the love of her life so to bless her children, us, she divided every wolf's soul in two and put it in another being. For them to have the love of their lives.

Montelius shook his head at the thought. Wolves are prideful, reptiles can go either way depending on the species, and primates are closer to their regular human counterparts than the rest of them. Most humans he came in contact with were selfish and greedy or cruel. He prayed to the Moon Goddess. “Please let her be born in our kinsmanship. For her sake please, Moon Goddess.” He reached his home in time to hear the good news. His mate rushed to him. “Monty! They’re here!”