Mongolian Myths Novels & Stories

As she scanned the chaotic scene around her, a creeping mongrel was planning for a sneak attack from the left. ‘Sneaky bastard! Mongrels are monsters that lived only in the glacial mountains of the northernmost part of the wolven continent long ago and they are supposed to be extinct. Through the centuries, these mongrels were tamed by the Werewolf Committee I believe, and now they are serving them through a blood pact. Now, they are using the flocks of mongrels to assess the behavior and strength of the united werewolves. Ha! They are now starting to use their brains, huh?’ Soleyah pondered for a while. “Die,” Soleyah whispered as she was about to jump towards the staggering mongrel when sh

“You’re not real.” Pale feet gently padded over to me. She crouched and picked up a shard of ceramic, studying it, before holding it out to me on her palm. I froze, staring at the ceramic. Her smile never wavered. I knew this couldn’t be real. The Moon Goddess was a myth, a legend made up to explain why we had wolves. But when I reached out and took the shard, her palm was cool and solid. And when I looked up at her, she was still beaming at me.

Mom continues. I feel an anger bubble inside me. That girl has always been so capricious since she was a kid. She thinks life is adventure and rainbows. She's fucking pathetic. She doesn't understand that she is a pure white wolf, one of a kind and that the crown's enemies are after her. There are all sorts of myths surrounding her wolf. Others believe they shall live forever or have more power if they drink the blood. All nonsense myths, but she is special. Protection has always been tight around her since she got her wolf at eighteen.

- he says laughing. “Zog, this man's of Japanese origin” – he says, looking into his captor's eyes. “It's a Japanese fox, a Kitsune, a Tricksters. We have to be alert. I remember from mom's story, that they are very smart, live almost as long as we do, and have magical powers.”

He turned a few pages and read on: In the mythological representations of many peoples, the wolf is a symbol of the leader of the military squad, and the squad itself is a wolf pack. In the plot from Monomakh's Teachings, the Polovtsy “lick themselves like Voltzi standing” Khan Bonyak on the eve of the battle with the Hungarians howls like a wolf. After making a few more notes, Conrod put the book aside and picked up another Legends and Facts of Old Times. He opened the Lycanthropy section:

She felt like she had seen it before but couldn't lay her hands on it. “What is this dungeon?” She asked. “Ancestors shit, it was used to torture hunters before. You know the story about the hunters right, when the moon goddess wanted to punish the wolf clan, she created some group of wolf hunters and gave them powers that would help them easily kill a wolf...” “Even toddlers know that story and my mom is pretty good at folklore so shut up and answer my question...” She snapped at him, eager to know the answer to her question.

I yelped. "Think Gerry, the hunters would expect wolves to run off in the woods in case something goes wrong, so they probably already set up a few traps - wolves escaping in a car would be less likely," Cleo smirked. She had a point. "Look new pup, wolves in our pack never back from a fight," Topher puffed his chest. "Yeah, Gerry. We fight to the death," Allen added. "Jesus Christ!" I gulped. "No babe, we don't worship that fellow - it's dear Moon Goddess, plus we don't fear death, in fact, if we die our spirits go back to the Moon Goddess," Cleo explained.

“And bring the wolves to us? You know what they do, don’t you? They rape our virgins and eat baby hearts. That’s why we live in dungeons, so they can’t find us.” Glenn looks stunned, and above me, Kane starts laughing, his body vibrating against mine. “Who told you that bullshit?” “My father.” “Yeah? What else did your father tell you?” “Every full moon you…have orgies and exchange mates, then you kill a human baby and sacrifice it to The Moon Goddess.” I throw my head back to look at Kane who is just shaking his head. “You never thought to question these stories? Find out the truth for yourself? You should learn to think for yourself.”

"And then I watched you come out of that circle and I understood, finally, that we never wrote any of it down. Do you know why? Because the people who saw it didn't survive to write it. What we've got is the story told by the ones who ran." She turned her head. "You're the first of your kind anyone's laid eyes on in four hundred years, Maya Cole. And every wolf on this earth has spent that whole time being told a bedtime story about you." "What's the story?" "Depends who's telling it. In mine, you eat the moon." Odette shrugged one bony shoulder. "Which is a thing you say to a child who won't sleep. It isn't history. It's what's left when the history runs." A thin smile. "Congratulations. Yo

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.