Mongolian Mythology 소설 & 이야기

Although they might fuck them, they had no intention of taking any as their Luna. The Coyolxauhqui stone of the moon goddess at the ritual temple held exceedingly great power. From what is taught to us in school on the history of lycanthropy, the sacred stone was created when the moon goddess, Selene, saw the maliciousness towards her beloved creature, the wolf, which was being hunted to extinction by humans. Observing how humans treated their young, she fused the spirit of the man and the spirit of the wolf as one, giving birth to the werewolf, a creature possessing the intelligence of the man and the loving nature of the wolf.

To welcome anyone who calls for her. Kaszran's first woman, of this world. Fallen from the sky. Alone. Creating men, women and animals from its warm and vital breath. Filling these lands with life. It's possible? Is it possible that our Goddess Mother of All, forgotten by men on the continent, is the goddess of wolves' lust? When I realize I'm right next to Mig. Both of us looking at the statue in front of us. His expression gives me no clue as to his thoughts, but I don't need him to tell me; I know.

"So the wolves of the Crescent moon are just like one branch of a big tree?" Mr Ayden's hand strokes my hair and he chuckles. "A bigger tree than anyone can imagine, and there are also other trees, mighty ones consisting of races we don't know about. The moon goddess gave birth to many children before she left the mortal realm, but she loved the werewolves most. Her children have now gone on to become some of the creatures you read of in books. Werewolves, Lycans, dragons, all of them. Time has made us divide and war has made us spread out. We might all be different trees but we all drink from the same fountain, the moon and its goddess is what we rely on."

“But I recall what the records tell us. In the earliest days, before your laws grew rigid, there were wolves chosen by Her to bear more than one mate. Rare, yes. But real. They were not cursed. They were chosen. The Moon does not make mistakes.” A scoff broke the hush. “Old tales,” one council member spat. “Stories that serve as bedtime stories for the pups.” “Stories written in stone, preserved in ink, passed down not as myth but as record,” Rylan did not flinch as he went on. “You dismiss what you do not understand, and in doing so, you insult the very Goddess you claim to honor.” The chamber bristled, but none dared interrupt him as he leaned forward, voice growing sharper.

Aisla whispers when he’s completely out of sight. “The Moon Goddess connects with all creatures of the forest,” Silanya explains. “She chose the wolf as the spirit animal of our people because of their connection to the moon, but others have similar souls.” “That’s incredible,” the queen says. “We should get moving,” I suggest. Everyone rises, and we continue our journey up the mountain toward the seal. Lyra holds back, walking next to the High Priestess. I don’t doubt she has questions, and Silanya is a good choice for those answers.

Valerie explained. I listened carefully to her explanation. I thought it sounded like it could work but, without knowing the words, and with my inability to speak, I wasn’t sure how but, I knew I could find a way. I thought about the Moon Goddess, she is all-knowing and loving. She gave birth to wolves and werewolves alike. It was told for centuries to all the pups. The Moon Goddess had been lonely, she had always wanted to find her mate. One day, she discovered the Sun God, her true mate. When the first lunar eclipse took place centuries ago, the Moon Goddess was finally able to reach her true mate, the Sun God. When they mated, she gave birth to a magnificent species, the wolf. She loved t

According to the prevailing historical accounts, the Amerotha Forest was a silent witness to several significant events in the journey of humans and wolves. According to legend, the forest was the site of the first encounter between ancient tribes and the wolves, who were considered the spiritual guardians of the forest. It was said that the Amerotha Forest was a rich source of wisdom, accessible only to those who understood the language of nature. In essence, a few lucky individuals were blessed by the Moon Goddess to receive such a gift, and one of those lucky ones was Ayla.

I said. "Don't you?" His smile was cold. "Then let me educate you. The Moonstone is an artifact of immense power, created by the Moon Goddess herself when she first blessed wolves with the ability to shift. It contains the essence of the original wolf magic—pure, uncorrupted power." "That's a myth—" "Is it? Then explain why you've been dreaming of ancient temples. Of silver wolves running beneath a blood-red moon. Of a stone that calls to you in a language you don't understand but somehow know."

"Can you elaborate? Information on the jade pendant is crucial to me." Elara began to recount the legend. "According to tribal folklore, the Moon Deity Tribe was once weak, plagued by local raids and wild beasts. One day, the Moon Deity descended and gifted the clan head a Moon Deity Jade Pendant, which contained profound martial arts techniques that helped the tribe rise to power. "The techniques included sword arts and body refinement methods. However, these secrets eventually disappeared after a shift in power and envy."

Fuming with hatred, I pace back and forth while thinking of ways to destroy Mysteria. Finally, I come to a halt and smile as the answer comes to mind. Thypon, the God of ferocious monsters. He has the head of a dragon, a bat's wings and a serpent's body. Once a God amongst the other deities in the Celestial Realm, Thypon wreaked death and destruction across many worlds. To end Typhon’s terrible ways, the deities and I trapped him beneath a volcano for all eternity, compelling the volcano never to erupt since that was the only way Thypon could be released.