Myth Novels & Stories

Bandit said. “No, I don’t.” Jake looked at them warily. He had no idea what they were talking about. “A sweet butt is a woman that hangs around the club, a lay is non commitment sex, sweet butts are club property, a house mouse too and a sweetie is someone you date without any commitment, like a permanent place to rest your cock for however long you see fit,” Nitro explained.

she said uncertainly. "Honey Bee, have you ever thought about where myths come from? If this myth is true, then…" He stopped. Saraya suddenly felt cold. "If it’s true, then?" she asked, watching him. "Then you might be living in the territory of one of the supernatural kinds." Saraya went still.

“Do you like fantasy?” “Like dragons and Lord of the Rings stuff? No. I don’t think of the Greek gods as fantasy. I think of them as history.” He looked surprised. “So, you believe in it all?” I shrugged. “I don’t know that I don’t believe in it. I think you have to wonder where the stories came from. Every myth stems from something. What sparked the stories? And it is so elaborate. It would have taken a mastermind to just make up this whole world of people and give them each a story.”

He opened the beer and passed one bottle each. "Guys. What's more strong? Love or hate"? He started the conversation after a moment of thinking. "Depends. If it's to revenge, then hate. Otherwise Love". Conrad replied. "But what if we are not sure about Love"? Noah asked. "Baby you can't hate someone if you have never loved someone. Hate never comes alone. It's always the other side of Love, like two sides of a coin". Conrad said. Noah looked into his eyes. "But..."

“How do you know about that abuela?” “Honey, I live in the spirit realm and the story of you two is infamous here.” Asha quirked her head, “what story?” “You’ll learn all the details soon enough, but let’s just say this relationship the two of you have is a lot longer than this lifetime you’re in.” Asha put her knife down and turned all the way to her abuela. “That can’t be, all the myths can’t be true.” “No, they can’t, but all of the truths of the universe can be the foundation for any myth. You know as well as I that all the best stories and lies are based on facts and you’ll be finding out soon enough just how accurate that

DISBELIEF. Inability to accept that something is true or real. Opening his eyes, Dylan couldn’t believe he was back to being admitted to the hospital for an incident he could have avoided. He feels a sharp pain come from his lower abdomen and curses under his breath as he could have avoided the knife if not for missing a step.

I squeaked. My future was with them, Anna and Andy, Beth and Jack, Duke and Em, Ronny and Livy. It was with Edward Collin, my best friend, my boyfriend. Life is like a long journey to a beautiful destination. You have to choose the people to bring along and who to leave behind. The roads are often bumpy and you may turn to the wrong path. But it’s okay. Its experience. You’ll eventually find your way back to the right track. This is my life’s journey and I have chosen the people I want to tag along with me. I found loyalty, friendship, trust and honor, I found love. I found a family. This is my odyssey!

The sage raised his hand, commanding silence without a word. “I must speak,” Sage Callum said in a modulated voice that only the person in his position can use. “I did not wish to burden Morgan with this before, but the truth must be told.” He stood slowly and cautiously with his walking stick to the center. His face contorted into thin lines. “There is an old myth…one most of you have been told by your fathers and ancestors. A myth that has long been forgotten, and even I don't believe anymore. For years, I thought it was merely a story, until recently when I began to have visions.”

Each telling of the tale varies, but the central theme is always that of a sea witch or sorceress who finds or kidnaps a beautiful girl, and raises her until fate intervenes in the form of a young man. Of particular interest to students of Celtic mythology is the male character, a romantic yet disruptive force. He is always depicted as either a seductive demon in the form of a beautiful young man, or a celestial angel, a pirate, a faery prince or a chivalrous knight. In light of this, the myth is notable for its connection to the band of heroes known by several names (most commonly the Fiacha Rudraigh or the Fianna) – a group of

It wouldn't hurt to briefly look around. All I had to guide me were the rumors and myths about the Fae and their realm. The problem with myths, is that you never know what might be real. Myth says the Fae can't lie, but no one has ever been able to prove that. Out of all the legends I knew, there was one fact. Monsters came from this realm, some harboring magic while others had claws, fangs, or poison. All were deadly, and all caused death when they managed to find a portal and cross over. Remembering all of the myths I knew, I suddenly felt very exposed. My eyes da