Mongolian Mythology Novels & Stories

"The legend is real." Other teachers were nodding now. Whispering to each other. The tension was palpable in the air. "What legend?" Miss Milly asked. Mrs. Doris closed the book. She looked around the table at everyone. "The legend of the Moon Goddess and the hollow wolves," she said. "According to the old texts, the Moon Goddess cursed the omega wolves. Demoted them. Unlike other wolves who can shift whenever they want, omegas can only shift during a blood moon. And when they do, they become hollow wolves. Mindless and dangerous."

A fresh set of tears flowed down my cheeks the more I thought about it. Everyone was busy arranging the site we would worship the moon goddess. Wolves are believed to be children of the moon. That's why we worship the goddess that created us on every significant occasion. Apart from the moon, the wolves also worship the elements—water, fire, air and earth. We believe that these elements, along with the moon, sustain us. A knock echoed in my room. Lifting my head, I stared at the Pack Alpha standing outside the door. My legs wobbled, standing up, head bent down as I greeted my father in law. I wrung my fingers together, fully expecting his wrath.

Kain whispered next to me, his eyes also glued to the statue, just like everyone else’s, like something kept them entranced. A drum was beaten and those five painted figures began to move in practiced steps, their bodies twisting and writhing. I’d thought they were dancing but soon, I realized it wasn’t a dance but a play. A play about the moon goddess. I didn’t know her except that she was the goddess they worshipped. Brielle told me that much. The goddess had chosen them to carry their wolves. Each person here has a wolf that was like a part of them, like their soul. Brielle said they could speak to it, and it was from there they got their powers. It was the moon goddess’s way of blessing

Then she takes a deep breath and continues. “There on the mountaintop, the moon rabbit shed its skin and became a terrible thing. It offered its fur to the girls, then demanded that one of them give herself to it for as long as the blessing of the lineage lasted. It said that the remaining twin would carry the fur with her and become the Luna of a great new pack, and that pack would eventually give birth to a Crescent Child, who could come reclaim the lost sister.”

“We have a deity, the Moon Goddess, she has given each wolf spirit the perfect body to reside in - so that we could live in perfect harmony.” “Wolves are pack animals, as you can see,” I gestured around the room, “but also, they mate for life.” She shifted in her chair uncomfortably and I grabbed her hand in mine again. “The Moon Goddess picks out two wolf spirits to be together and sends them to Earth from the Moon - that’s how the legend goes.” I explained, rubbing circles on her hand. “So we are meant to find that other spirit, the one that completes our being - and that person is called our fated mate.”

The King of the Yellow Springs, Yama, who judged the souls of the dead, presiding over the realms of the underworld and the cycle of the afterlife, ‘samsara’, was such a kind of existence. That was also the case upon meeting Immortal Wuwei and his disciples. Mythical beasts were born out of the four ancient Godly Beasts, and he and his two oldest disciples could be considered a descendant, though not of pure lineage.

Elena introduced the topic with confidence, her voice steady as she explained the common themes in shifter mythology across different cultures. “In Norse mythology,” she said, gesturing to an image on the screen behind her, “we see the concept of the berserker - warriors who would take on the spirit of the wolf or bear, channeling their ferocity in battle. The term itself comes from Old Norse, meaning ‘bear-shirt,’ referring to their animalistic transformation.” She moved through her slides, discussing Native American legends of skinwalkers, Celtic tales of selkies, and the enduring symbolism of wolves in folklore. The students were engaged, asking thoughtful questions and jotting down notes

"There is one more thing you must know, the vault contains a piece of the Sun Wolf." "What's a Sun Wolf?" I asked looking at the Twins. They both looked confused. "I've never heard of it," Ronald said. I continued reading. "Legend says that in the beginning there were two great wolves created by the gods, the Moon Wolf who gave us our connection to the moon and our ability to shift, and the Sun Wolf who gave us our strength and our magic, the two wolves were meant to balance each other but the Sun Wolf became corrupted by power and tried to destroy the Moon Wolf."

Some said that as per legend, she was the Mood Goddess who came to earth to be with her creation and was blessed with the silver of the moon. There was also a myth that however killed, a white wolf would gain its powers given by the Moon Goddess. So, there was a constant attack against our pack, as every rouge or smaller pack would try to take my mother. She was one of the best fighters, a strong wolf. My father trained her himself until she could hold her own against him. My father, turning into his wolf, sprinted into the woods with me right behind him. We heard fighting and knew it was my mother. We got to a clearing inside the woods when we saw my mother. She was fighting two rouges. The

Mysteria, the magical world of supernatural’s, a realm with the tallest mountains, luscious forests, and precipitous waterfalls. From werewolves and witches to orcs, this enchanted land is the birthplace of imagination. The mystical beings were all made by many different Deities, including those of Selene, Cerridwen, Ogrun, and Valkrim. They fashioned new life forms in their own image to coexist in the realm of Mysteria.