Myth Novels & Stories

said Leon. "Look at this," Leon said as he typed something on his keyboard. Suddenly an image appeared on the largest monitor screen. “There are still many monsters in The Myth that haven't appeared. While in The Myth, we only face a few monsters, right? The rest of it focuses on illusions, hallucinations, delusions, whatever," said Leon. The screen displays pictures of monsters in mythology. “Dragons, chimeras, fire birds, cerberos, there are many more that have yet to appear. Do you know why?" asked Leon.

Something was going on. … "It was a bold move, brother!" Adras said. "Invading a country, supposedly protected by the gods." "Not to mentioning almost draining the princess dry," Yura continued. I had heard this stories so many times before. 'I have lived for over 2 thousand years, nothing, not even some pretend gods could hurt me.' "I grew sick of hearing the nonsense and prophesies about a blessed princess in a protected country, " I answered them angry. "We are the gods, we take everything we want, it is rightfully ours to take."

, she was going to be the damned death of him. Glossary Ankhas- Currency used in Pythas Pythas- One of the numerous planes of existence, Populated by Magical Beings

Danika asked. "Yes, she is," Reginald responded. "Thank you, moon goddess, I would have regretted my whole life," Danika said. "Danika?" Beatrice called out. Danika stared at Beatrice. "What if I tell you that myths are true?" "Funny… myths are folklores just to entertain you and shoot you into fantasy and nothing more," Danika responded. "You shifted late right?" Beatrice asked. "Yes, I did." She answered. "At the age of 16?" Beatrice asked.

Mysteria, the magical world of supernatural’s, a realm with the tallest mountains, luscious forests, and precipitous waterfalls. From werewolves and witches to orcs, this enchanted land is the birthplace of imagination. The mystical beings were all made by many different Deities, including those of Selene, Cerridwen, Ogrun, and Valkrim. They fashioned new life forms in their own image to coexist in the realm of Mysteria.

“It’s not a blank book see” I hold up the book to show him the page I’m currently reading. He bursts out laughing. “Well it must be written in invisible ink because all I see is a blank book” I look up at Delilah confused as she all but runs to me. “Hmm curious. Faith can you really read that book?” “Yes it’s about the history of the three fates and a some what prophets it mentions the child of light, the moon goddess’s blessed and the dark knight” Both Destin and Delilah look at each other in shock.

I mean, do you have help from the Dreamtime spirits? He got that question with some regularity. Of people who believed, or wanted believe, that the spiritual world really existed. “If I had, it wouldn't have taken so long to get published. Laughter greeted his words. Then he continued. “No, I don't have help from Dreamtime spirits, or so far as I know. As for Kalti being me, no, he is a fictional creation. Three or four hands waved in the air, and he pointed to a man who asked him

She yelled as she tried to slap me "Don’t you dare think about it" I yelled as I held her hand and push it away "What the hell! Who do you think you?" "Talking about me is one thing, talking about Khalil is another but don’t you dare talk about my mom" "Ohh really, you unfaithful bitch, after all that mommy has done for you this is how you repay her, by hanging out with a stranger and slapping me because I said the truth" "The same stranger you tried to impress but couldn’t, besides it seems like you did your little research because I don’t remember telling you his name and I’m sure Khalil didn’t tell you either"

I want to know what mythology he is talking about. Erigor nodded. "Each kingdom has its mythology. Like the kingdom of Valeria. The mythology there is that there is a special woman destined for the king—who is destined to be the consort and give birth to the heir to the throne. Here at Waldorf, the mythology is about a magical object that can grant whatever you wish for. They said it was true, so I went on a journey to find that object." He told me a story and I frowned. If Ate's appointment with Elijah can be called a myth, I can say

A mirror that reflected everything he suppressed. Where Adrian was calm, it was wrathful. Where he sought peace, it thirsted for chaos. It mocked his restraint, hated his patience, and every time it spoke, the edges of his mind trembled. They called it an ancient myth in his homeland — that the Kareth was alive, a creature of spirit and flame. Most never believed it, for none had ever reached deep enough to hear its voice or feel its pulse. Only a chosen few — the worthy ones — were said to meet their Kareth face to face.