Mongolian Myths Novels & Stories

I groaned, “Every dream has a purpose, my Darling” Mum has always been superstitious. She’s a Were equivalent of a highly religious human. She gives thanks to the Moon Goddess and believes all the legends and stories, even about True Mates, blessed wolves, and all that stuff. She teaches a class for the young pups about our histories and legends. I adore my mum, she’s the greatest one there is.

"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.

James was stupefied. “Yes indeed,” Mia nodded and said, “This is information given by the living beings in this area to my ancestors, who were trapped in numerous dangerous places within the mountain. These living beings were left here by the Lord of Nothingness to protect the mountain and the Palace. In this swampy area, there’s a monster who could create mirages, trapping living beings within forever. Anyone who lacks a strong cultivation heart would fall prey to these mirages easily.”

It doesn’t surprise me that he’s interested in this story, but I’m not sure he’ll have any way to help us. He tells me, “There might be a way for you to change your wolf’s fate. But it will be dangerous and it might not even work. Most of the things I have that talk about a way to reach the moon goddess seems like it’s just myths. But… you can look into it if you want to. I’ll give you every resource I have. But you need to know this might not work. And if it doesn’t… you’ll need to be okay with whatever happens.” I nod in understanding and I can feel Kodi is just excited at the thought of us being able to figure this out.

“The Naga people do not eat snakes, but we are closely related. Among the snakes in the forest, there are some that we teach to become dragons if they have the potential.” Dragons? Zen felt that the game story writer had gone overboard with this floor’s lore for some reason. The snake with the potential to become a dragon belongs to Korean mythology. It was also known as the imoogi, although the Chinese have their own versions of snake demons. The Naga were a semi-divine race originating from India and known for their wisdom. On the other hand, the Lamia was a female demon from Greek legends that seduced men and devoured children. What was this mixed pot of snake-themed stories? Zen would ha

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.

I let out a small chuckle, amused by his excitement. "That's quite the tale," I say, my tone light. I don't mention that I know these myths all too well, that the picture is of my ancestor, and that I am a white wolf myself. Havier continues on excitedly, "However, there is more to the legend. Isabella told me that white wolves are actually wolves blessed by the Moon Goddess so they are granted two lives. When they choose to sacrifice themselves they seem to die but in reality, they just fall into a deep slumber. If, at this point, their true mates are willing to sacrifice their lives to awaken them, they can wake up and have a second life!"

Gabriel would kill me if he knew. “Well there are a lot of myths and stories told for so many generations and cultures I’d like to believe those kinds of things are true. There are dragon stories from Chinese mythology and then you have the medieval knights fighting dragons. Sometimes I wish I was there to witness for myself what these people were actually seeing for those kinds of myths to told for so long. It’s very interesting.”

“Listen to me carefully. The Great Dream is the creator of The Myth; he then divided his power and merged with nature after the process of The Myth was completed. At that time, a golden seed leaded the Myth. The golden seed is a direct descendant of the Great Dream and only appears once every five hundred years.”

Wayne muttered and Olive whipped her head at him, scowling deeply. “Don't even think using words like that on me will get me to stop being angry,” she blurted but Wayne laughed and winked. “This is a masterpiece. It contains every myth and legend regarding the firewolf, what is true and not true,” Mufasa spoke out as he began glancing through the pages. “Apparently, they're rare and only happen in millenniums. According to Milicent who almost turned us all to book shelves of course,” Crusoe stated.