Mongolian Myths Novels & Stories

Sometimes they kidnap babies and prey on humans. 46. ​​Centaurus Centaurus is a legendary animal in the form of a horse that has human body parts located on the neck of the horse's body. Experts believe that the Centaur myth arose from the Greeks' fear of the ancient Mongols who were good at riding horses and using horse archers. The Mongols often attacked cities in Greece.

I muttered gulping in air. "Well, what happened with you!!" The guy who had helped me asked. "I can't really say but a beast attacked me while I was foraging for food" I replied hoping they bought my lie. "A beast??? What do you mean by a beast??" Someone asked amongst the others. "According to ancient myths, there lives a beast in the deepest part of the forest, they are called the RAGUS. It's just a myth and no one has ever come across it" A girl in glasses explained.

Aki waited for Temujin to add his own opinion of her. “Er, I see what you mean…” he fumbled for the next words. “But Hououtenku is different. It’s not a technique. It’s just a myth that our ancestors made up. To give us hope that no matter how low the Clan of Vulcanus sank or how dark our history got, we will persist. I mean, think about it: an old bird that fans its own funeral pyre with its wings until it’s fully consumed. From the ashes, a new being rises, a new red Slayer – capable of controlling the kinetic energy of atoms to generate his own fire. I have better luck believing a story like Griffin’s, because evolution just doesn’t skip centuries like that.”

“But I recall what the records tell us. In the earliest days, before your laws grew rigid, there were wolves chosen by Her to bear more than one mate. Rare, yes. But real. They were not cursed. They were chosen. The Moon does not make mistakes.” A scoff broke the hush. “Old tales,” one council member spat. “Stories that serve as bedtime stories for the pups.” “Stories written in stone, preserved in ink, passed down not as myth but as record,” Rylan did not flinch as he went on. “You dismiss what you do not understand, and in doing so, you insult the very Goddess you claim to honor.” The chamber bristled, but none dared interrupt him as he leaned forward, voice growing sharper.

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.

I know that sounds a bit childish but after the day I had yesterday I thought I deserved that few seconds of release. I started to wonder last night before bed if the Moon Goddess was punishing me for something I did, but I thought long and hard and couldn’t come up with one thing that would cause her to punish me. I also tried to remember all the stories my mother had told me about the white wolves when I was a child. The stories my mother would tell me seemed more like a fairy tale bedtime story nothing that was a real-life story.

Irritated, I pulled it away from him and closer to myself. "Sorry. I couldn't help myself. I'm always so interested in myths and legends. The stories are so amazing. I'd just never seen that one before, the one you were looking at. About wolves that are cursed to remain as humans. That's like... A twisted version of the werewolf story." He kept rambling on, telling the story of creation and how all 'supernatural' beings were created. I didn't know how this pertained to me because I was a wolf and nothing else but I was drawn to Motty's story and when he was done, looking up at me like he expected me to have a question of some kind, I realized that this must be it. This must be the informant

I furiously denied them, not wanting to believe his words. “Hehe…” he chuckled before walking out of the bar and towards the large couches that were situated at the center of the lounge, “For centuries or more we’ve been in existence. Stories of mythical animals, mythical monsters, and other mythical creatures have been and continued to spread across the world through books, film, television, and many other media sources. Sometimes, you guys portray us as purely symbolic creatures to offer you a closer look at a particular culture’s fears, desires, or values, while other folk tales about cute mythical creatures are based on human nature—or perhaps simply invented to keep your disobedient chi

In her thought, "I must protect my sister this time. The bad guys are here again!" During those times when the Utopia is still united, an untold story scares every mortal child. It is a story that only the mortals know and their ill mother always tell them this, "Every night, when the moon has totally devoured the light of the sun, the beasts with fangs will hunt for their favorite flesh."

The elder replied. "But I thought that place is just a myth, and why on the triplets? Are you sure." The queen was baffled. "It may be so, that mountain believed to be a myth because no one has gone there and was safely return, to tell the tale." He explained. "Why?" There so much the queen is not aware of. "The treck to the peak of the mountain is very dangerous and there are test along the way to achieve the jewels corresponding to the rock statue. Those who tried are not worthy of the power or didn't pass the test of the rock statue."