Mongolian Myths Novels & Stories

The night after her meeting with Faera, she stays at her room alone. Remembering the tale her mother repeated speaks of her, the myths of the dragon and the werewolves. One would think that it was just a story, however her being born is already one fact that the truth behind those myths are actually reality.

He didn't look well. Could it have been as a result of his consumption of the flower? "How sure are you about this information? You read this somewhere, right? It's just a myth told to baby wolves by their mothers, isn't it?" I wanted to hear him say it was only a myth but unfortunately, he didn't, "Rain Flowers are real Miss, but no one in this generation has ever seen them before. Myths say they are still existing somewhere we see but can't reach. But I know about the Rain Flowers Miss and they are real, really dangerous." He confirmed his words.

“That is what I thought.” Elena laughed quietly while Kael pointed accusingly at him. “I remember parts of it.” “You remember the title.” “I remember there was a prince.” “There is always a prince.” Kael groaned and dropped back into his chair while Rowan picked up the book and flipped through a few pages. “It is one of the oldest myths in Lycoria. A human girl discovers she is mates with a prince, they fall in love, and by the end of the story she awakens as a White Wolf.”

“And if your wolf really hasn’t awakened yet…” Finn groaned. “Please don’t say the dramatic part again.” Kael ignored him. “…then something big could happen when it does.” Elder Maelis stroked his long gray beard thoughtfully. “There are old legends about Blood Moon wolves.” Everyone turned toward him. Aria blinked. “You’ve heard of them?” The elder nodded slowly. “Very old stories.” Lyra frowned. “Stories?” “Yes.” Maelis walked toward one of the tall windows, gazing out at the moonlit mountains.

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.

"That's just a myth." Moon Healers were legends told to pups, rare wolves blessed by the Moon Goddess with extraordinary healing abilities. Not just the practical medicine that pack healers practiced, but true healing — the power to mend what was broken, to purify what was tainted, to restore what was lost. Some stories said they could even heal the bond between mates, strengthen connections between pack members, repair spiritual wounds. But they were stories. Fairy tales. No one had seen a Moon Healer in generations. "It's not," Thorne said. "The line was believed to be extinct. But it's not. Your mother... she was one, wasn't she?"

Asking about it again was like setting herself up for a teasing Kihara cleared her head. Lady Walter was talking. “Humans have their myths and folklores.” Lady Walter was saying. Kihara nodded, smiling as her thoughts caught up to the new topic. Werewolves used to be one of those myths, until they -humans- found out the creatures are not only born of the imagination, they actually existed. “Well, so do werewolves.” At Kihara’s look of surprise, Lady Walter scoffed. “What? You don’t think we have our own stories that we tell our children? Every culture has it’s own boogie man to scare the kids into behaving. We had ours.”

".e.e..m.e.t.t.s...y.d.est o' us don't mean spit to them." "Except for you," Arya pointed out. "That man said he'd take your head too." "Well, as to that," Yoren said, "if he can get it off my shoulders, he's welcome to it." "I heard the same thing from my cousin, and she's not the sort to lie," an old woman said. "She says there's this great pack, hundreds of them, mankillers. The one that leads them is a she-wolf, a bitch from the seventh hell."

I lift my head to the Moon and close my eyes, offering one more tear before getting back to my feet and looking around. I remember my father telling me about this mountain, that the legend started on this mountain. He told me that this is where the Moon Goddess used to meet her human lover and then the wolf he became once the witch cursed him. I never knew how true my father’s words were, but after tonight I believe that there is a connection to her here. I sigh as I look around once more and then turn inward, “Um… Morpheus? How are we meant to get back to the pack?”

"Hell, even the Black Mountain tribe believes that we also descend from dragons." “There was one similar account of the yeouiju. It is a folktale I heard during my training. It is a Chinese story that originated here in the other side.” Ryosuke said. Cai Kang isn’t aware of all the stories in the original world but they have similar myths and stories. “The Boy that became a Dragon.” Cai Kang realized. “I know that story. No need to tell me.” He immediately understood the story. It is about a boy who swallowed a yeouiju which he’d accidentally found and became a dragon as a result.