Mongolian Myths Novels & Stories

“They say their princess carries sacred blood, the kind that can make even dragons bow.” Mangolia barked a laugh. “Fairy tales.” River’s tone darkened. “We live as fairy tales in the mouths of others too but we exist. Do not underestimate rumors.” Valia crossed her arms. “I’ve heard of them too. A pack that blends wolf and witch. Their power’s old, older than the forest itself. They could break the RedMorning’s curses with ease.” she concluded, her eyes darting to Ligon. Ligon considered this, gaze distant. “And why would they help us?”

She did. It was instructions for a ritual, and it contained an unfamiliar version of an old myth Allorah had been told when she was small. The essence of it was that in a time of great peril, the inhabitants of her island had somehow managed to bridge the gap between their world and the Other, the realm of dragon warriors. They had enlisted the help of several of these fierce denizens, and through their efforts, had triumphed over the evil that plagued their land. It was a common story, and one of Allorah's favorites, but the scroll seemed to suggest that, impossibly, the tale was more than mere myth. In confusion, she went to Dannonae and insisted that she explain.

"Go on." "Legend says there's a mountain capable of calling upon divine thunder, and there's a Celestial Lake atop this mountain, capable of purifying the world. More than a thousand years ago, a woman used the holy water from the lake to purify her soul, and she invoked this divine thunder that sealed a monstrosity.” Cormac recalled the story from his memories, leaving Mya slightly confused. However, that was all there was to the story. Mya asked, "That's it?"

Next, he told of the felines Minatious and Micya who took the form of tigers, though their children could take any large cat breed. Cullen frowned as he thought of the old legend. He couldn't recall who the rats or the bulls were. He would have to call Colin, who knew the myth better. Finally, he talked of the Phoenix. There had only ever been one pair who lived and died, only to be reborn. Mattieus and Annos were said to be the first. By the time he talked of the Moon Goddess and how the wolves devoted their allegiance to her in the original war with the humans, Jackson had opened his eyes.

However; there was a particular myth beyond the wildest of imaginations; more fantastic than the others combined… This myth was just a rumor for some, but a truth for many who witnessed it– And lived the day to tell its story. ~O~O~O~ "You mean to tell me there is a dragon locked in the Voiceless Mountains?" "That's what I'm saying, forehead!" "… you're unbelievable."