Mongolian Mythology Novels & Stories

I stammered, a voice inside me immediately quipping, "For your meat." "Adie, to understand why we need you, you first need to know everything about us," she said, and I nodded, willing myself to listen. "We have our God, just as humans have theirs. Our creator is the Moon Goddess," Bell began, and I found myself growing intrigued despite my initial fear. "The Moon Goddess created us. She is our Creator." "After her come the Senior Wolves, the elders of our kind. They've existed for millions of years, powerful beings who grant us our abilities. They can also strip us of those powers. They are immortal, like wandering souls."

What happened to this place? I walked deeper into the chamber, my fingers grazing the cool stone as I moved along the walls. The murals depicted the story of the Moon Wolf, the legendary being from whom my own power was said to descend. Each image told a tale—a tale of creation, struggle, and the timeless bond between the Moon Wolf and the tribes that worshipped it. They were right about me being important to the pack. We were great warriors. In one mural, I saw the Moon Wolf, a majestic creature with silver, its eyes glowed with wisdom and power. I was captivated by the way the wolf was portrayed—its presence commanding yet protective, a guardian of the night who watched over the land and i

he said while patting over his shoulder. “But Daddy, we are best friends,” he said innocently. “It does not matter, let me explain to you,” he said while sitting on a nearby sofa. “When we all are about to be born moon goddess makes two wolves from the same light illuminated through the moon and puts them in two human bodies, when they get older like 18 they find their other wolf that was made up of the same light in another human and they live together forever as they were bonded to live together by the moon goddess,” he said softly.

"She lived through it Di. She got through and survived, just like you." "How could they try to sacrifice a child to a god that may not exist?" "What god? You mean the moon goddess?" "No...Lycrith, god of the Lycans, or god of Darkness to others... The cult tricked my grandfather in believing it was her, but it was never her, it was Lycrith that they worshipped. They believed that one day Lycans will return back from extinction, ruling over wolves and humanity alike. " I looked down to the rabbit and stroked my hand across its soft head one last time before gently placing it on the ground.

Next, he told of the felines Minatious and Micya who took the form of tigers, though their children could take any large cat breed. Cullen frowned as he thought of the old legend. He couldn't recall who the rats or the bulls were. He would have to call Colin, who knew the myth better. Finally, he talked of the Phoenix. There had only ever been one pair who lived and died, only to be reborn. Mattieus and Annos were said to be the first. By the time he talked of the Moon Goddess and how the wolves devoted their allegiance to her in the original war with the humans, Jackson had opened his eyes.

“What does it matter how he dies? Either way he still ends up dead, doesn’t he?” “Death isn’t enough to scare most wolves.” “Everyone’s afraid of dying.” Troy smirked. “Not wolves. The human God warns of an afterlife of judgement and eternal torment and pain if they murder someone. The Moon Goddess doesn’t have any such rules. If the kill is righteous, there will be no judgement in the afterlife, no suffering. There are no threats of fire and brimstone to keep wolves afraid and in check. We are, at our core, animals…and that’s what we do. We kill. That is how she made us.”

Even when they gave everything they had, Mongolia was still defeated — humiliated by the sheer strength of the beast. Hundreds of lives wasted as the beast had proven to be too strong for them. Like how the legends are foretold, the beast was strong, it’s strength and prowess unlike humans. It’s the devil hiding behind the flesh of a beautiful man, tricking women and preying upon their fragile souls. “Oh powerful spirits, guide us.” Mongolia witnessed it herself, as the beast broke every bones of her men, son and guards. How he tossed the bodies of the men he had broken. She witnessed her sons, Malakeeth and Malakas being beaten to death by this monster.

Maybell Smith Mythicals- A rare bloodline that people inherit from God, Dalion, that he personally blessed with the ancient dragon spirit. It is given to those who have been close enough to touch the white veil. Although this information is well known, mythicals are still a mystery to the rest of civilization, if encountered, don’t stare into its gaze.

That's the kind of person I strive to be, and that's what keeps me fighting, clinging to this fragile thread of life with all that I am. In the encompassing darkness that envelopes my vision, the moon's celestial radiance pierces through, unveiling the divine presence that stands before me. It's as if the moon itself has taken form, radiant and ethereal, with fur that shimmers like stardust, and an aura of maternal warmth that envelops me. This is the Moon Goddess, the legendary figure woven into the tapestry of werewolf folklore. And here she stands, materialized before me, in all her majestic glory.

As a result, Ding Hao had neglected these little details and not realized the truth. "Ah ha, I got it! Blackie is indeed the offspring of the Three-headed Heavenly Hound... The Three-headed Heavenly Hound was a strange mythic beast in legends. Although not one of the 36 Big Dipper Beasts or 72 Earth Demon Beasts, it had a terrible bloodline and brutal strength. It was also one of the ferocious creatures of the Archean Period. They say that a full-grown Three-headed Heavenly Hound can devour the sun and the moon, and even Devils. These hounds were later subdued by the God of Death and became the guardians of the only passage from Hades to the mortal realm. Their three heads represent loyalty,