Myth Novels & Stories

"Also one about shapeshifters." "I have something for you. Today's children just don't like to read about their hometown, and they call everything a myth. But not everything is just a fantasy or a tale from madmen. You and I, we were proof enough." Mama Bora said with a frown. "Arthur, some tales are not just tales to entertain. Some myths are more than just myths. Some happened here, then, and happening here, now. Some darkness always lingers and something beyond human conception walks around, but science haven't have answers for so many, and only deep faith can restore humankind from destruction

He loves the place as well. Tagaytay has an average humidity of 78%, making the city cooler than Metro Manila. It is not yet congested and it has a better view indeed. Seeing Kristina in deep sleep, Luther plays his song for her on his car MP5 player.... Born for You by David Pomeranz... "Too many billion people running around the planet What is the chance in heaven that you'd find your way to me Tell me what is this sweet sensation It's a miracle that happened Though I search for an explanation

That was acceptable. "Freya?" It was Gertrude. She was saying something. "What?" I asked. "Are you sure it is the Tombs Of Amyrsthystiase you saw?" I took another burning sip. If I lied, would it make any difference? "No. I lied," I lied. "That's impossible," Both Gertrude and the healer mused at the same time. That I lied? "It is impossible for anyone to go in there. The Tombs Of Amyrsthystiase are a myth for most. It only exists for death." The healer seemed more like she was speaking to herself than anyone else in the small room.

"I'm not sure, and there's nothing for me to theorize with either. The only information we have is that it's capable of calling on divine thunder." Mya heaved a sigh. She did not know whether the stuff spoken in myths was true or not, nor could she verify any of it. Hence, this was the best she could do at that moment. She stood up and said, "Thank you, Professor Cormac. Feel free to contact me if you find any other information. I'm going to go talk to War Legate Draco now." "Of course." Mya left Southrive University. She called Adrian and told him everything she had found. Adrian repeated everything to Rozi after

I watched her fade because I could not find the blood of the Ancient known as ‘The Myth. I felt a pang of sorrow for Alexander. The book went on to describe the tragedy of "The Myth." He had been the King of all Alphas, a being of such power that his blood was rumored to have magical properties, it could heal any wound and even bring a wolf back from the brink of death.

"If you keep on believing that, Prince Hudson, then I'm sorry but I can't help you." "Hmm," I grunted as a small smile spread across my face. I opened my mouth to say something but then paused. The elder saw this and I instantly saw a flash of curiosity in his eyes. He knew that I had something to say. Deciding to take my opportunity by the throat, I grunted and said, "maybe it's a myth, maybe it's not. But let's say it is real. The possibility of that even working is going to be low." "Of course, it will be," Elder Hugh said with a throaty chuckle, one that resulted into a cough. After he had calmed down, the old man continued, "how will the possibility of yo

“What does he meant by that?” “He’s talking about the war of the greater werewolves. It’s not really even written in books but it is rather passed by lips throughout the generation.” Pulling his bag of ointments under his bed, Idris thankfully replied to my query. “The myth is all about a pack of alphas coming to wreak havoc in our world” “A pack of alphas? That seems like an overkill.” I stood behind watching him. “Indeed but that’s why it’s labeled as a myth. It’s only been passed through stories and that meant it’s inadequate. There’s no actual basis backing up the truthfulness of it” He added.

Young Generous OrphanageAnne walked in a hurry, carrying the meds, and insulin injection in her hands. Her breath was short when she finally arrived in front of MotherHua's room. She paused and adjusted her breath. Slowly, she knocked on the door and heard a voice calling her name to come inside.MotherHua lay weakly on her bed. She slipped out when she was about to walk out of the bathroom. She tried to hold on and balanced her body but ended up in failure. Her calf was cut accidentally and blood dripping out from her wound. The problem is, she has diabetic type 2 or mostly known as a wet diabetic. Anne acts fast and constantly change the bandages to prevent further infection on her leg.

She said flatly, glancing at him. “Why did you say that?" "Because it's true. God? He's a myth. He doesn't even hear anything anyone says, he's just taking credits for what he never even had a part in and everyone still keeps saying that he exists. " "Because he does." he replied quietly, she sighed, raising her brows at him. A small frown etched on her countenance still, he continued.

Marcia said, picking out pieces of fruit from the bowl close to her. “Well no one alive” Ley added, “Many stories that are deemed myth are purely so because none were left alive to continue the tale and document it.” “Yeah ok, maybe, I’ll leave the researching about those things for the librarians, I have my own research to do” Marcia replied, waving her hand dismissively. “The only thing you research are your loud canaries” Ley retorted with a booming laugh. “You son of a…” she began to snarl back when a noise from the doorway cut her off.