Myth Novels & Stories

He gave me a soft smile, making me return a shy smile. “You know, in Greek mythology, Althaia was the Queen of Calydon, and a woman of fierce passion. She is celebrated in an ancient story about the fate of her son, Meleager. When he was born, the Moirai, or the Fates in English, came to foretell his future, and they predicted he would die as soon as one of the sticks in the fireplace burned out completely. When Althaia heard that, she pulled the stick from the fire, put the fire out, and hid it in a safe place.”

She asked. “Um, it can be any myth, right? Anything?” I asked her to make sure. “Any myth can work but it should be mainly from Romans or Greeks” She cleared that for me. “Got it…” I said and leaned back smiling because I already had something in my mind.

I know what he is driving at, even though he is reluctant to say it out loud. But the more I think about it, the more absurd it sounds. “So you think the black mist that killed Helen is the same one from the so-called book of Udbhava? Helios…it’s a folklore, a myth that grandparents tell their children on a cold winter’s night for fun and entertainment.” He rubs his chin. “Sometimes, myths come from legends, and legends from history that have long been forgotten.” I have to chuckle. “So I have somehow inherited the black mist that corrupted the world’s first Luna? Helios, this is getting ridiculous –“

She said. He told me the story when we first met.” I replied to her and then spoke to Gavrael. “How did you even know of it?” “It was just in my memory. I don’t remember reading it somewhere or being told about it but that must be how I came to know of it. It’s just a myth.” He replied to me. “Yet the volcano exists.” Theia said. “There are myths about a lot of things that exist. Just tales told by those who need something more to believe in than the world offers them. I told her that story because I was trying to impress her, nothing more.” Gavrael responded to her.

Maya asked when She walked along with Ash. " There're many why, which one do you want answers to? " Ash asked as he pulled behind one of the pillars; Maya saw other students walk away not noticing they both were not in the group. " You, why are there stories about you? cursed and all? what are they? " Maya asked as the small smile on Ash's face dropped. " They do not know me and never tried, my truth is only what I know, " He replied. mystery of his black eyes seems to unfold to her but still, there was so much she did not know; " Individuals believe what they see or hear, "

It’s almost painful to watch. “I was speaking with Akin earlier, and I think there’s something you all should know,” Caelan says, his gaze sweeping over us with that well-practiced charm. “The Bright Waters are, well, they’re a myth. An old story. Something to lure outsiders deep into the mountains where only death awaits. It’s an Oceanean tale told to keep people out.”

"It's a beautiful one. You have read it?" "Um. No, not yet." "Myth of The Broken Throne. Do you believe in myths?" He looked at me. "I didn't, not until I read this book. Do you believe in them?" I asked back. He kept the book on the table and looked out of the window, staring into the dipping moon. "Isn't that the purpose of a myth? To keep you thinking about its historicity. But its originality can only be said by someone who was a part of it. Don't you think so?"

Seeing that she would not give up from siding the night roamer, he decides to tell her a story to compliment her belief. “You know, according to our popular children stories, some believe he is a handsome prince from a far away kingdom made of gold, and enchantment and magic. While others believes he is a demon that haunts evildoers and people of little conscience until they give up their evil ways, or pay for their sins with blood” He narrates, captivating her attention. “Tell me more please?” She pleads with irresistible eyes. “You are in luck, as I am a lover of myth!” he gestures towards a dry piece of log just opposite them.

"That's ... because I'm lazy, hahaha ..." "All right, I'm going to sleep here. After I read the story, you have to sleep, huh?" "All right ..." Nathania climbed into bed and immediately lay down. Meanwhile, Nathan took the place beside her while pulling the blankets and covering their bodies. "Tell a good story!" "Well, I will tell you about a legend of a goddess named Leanor who came down to earth because she fell in love with a human. But because love between the two is very impossible, making the King of the Gods, Kyvernitis angry to expel his beloved daughter to earth and made her live in misery with the human. Goddess Leanor married her lover, Vasilias and had a son named Arthur. Unable

Fred said. Seth’s mouth dropped open as he heard Fred say all these things.” Goddess of death? That’s just a myth, no one ever encountered her, we were told stories about her when we were little and the story tellers clearly told us that she was a myth, coupled with other personalities.” Seth said.