Novelas y relatos de Myth Stories

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I just hope I do not have a reason to run because I do not think I would make it far. “Ratatoskr, I remember my dad used to tell me a story about you. He said you would run up and down the tree exchanging insults between Nidhogg on the bottom of the tree up to Vedfolnir on the top. You gossiped between yourselves about the Gods and people of the nine realms. It was my brother’s favorite story. Are those myths we tell on Earth true or are they just make believe?” We kept walking at a comfortable pace, weaving between the roots and coming to a clearing with a spring on the other side opposite from us. The roots stop here though, and I do not think I can go any further without ending this inter

Sometimes they act in the most disturbing ways, sometimes they surprise you with the most iconic actions. - I think of you, Mielle, and Jade, and believe again in humanity. - Do you think this painting is beautiful? - Yes. It is mesmerizing. It pictures the most emotional scene in the myth. A maiden sacrificed by her king, her parents, and her goddess, is saved by a brave hero who fell in love with her. He killed the sea monster and defeated his competitor in love and made her his legitimate wife. It is quite rare to find a Greek myth with a happy ending. This one is.

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.

"But you don't even believe they exist? You think they are just bedtime stories!" "Who said I thought so? We....I and Lord Xandros.... turned them into bedtime stories..into myths so that everyone could sleep at night. We made them totally unbelievable. We choose to sacrifice our minds for the people of the packs." "But you weren't even there when the war started."

But now, I was glad I did, because one way or the other, there was always an atom of truth in myths. “You are talking about…myths?” A scoff left my lips, as I gazed down to stare at my open palms. “They're not myths.” “Come on Arias. Gryms are midnight stories told to young wolvens to scare the crap out of them.” The vein on the side of my neck bulged, and my teeth gritted against each other. It took everything I had to not fling something dangerous at his head. Although, I was sure he'd sidestep it, it was worth a try.

“That’s what most people think.” He took a sip before continuing. “See that one?” He pointed toward a brighter star slightly apart from a cluster. “There’s an old myth about two lovers who were separated by fate. Different worlds. Different destinies. They weren’t allowed to be together, so they prayed to the heavens.” I didn’t mean to listen. But I did. “The gods felt pity for them,” he went on, his voice lower now, softer. “So they turned them into stars. Placed them close enough to see each other every night… but far enough that they would never touch.”

“I know that too.” “It’s not something you can ignore.” Her patience snapped slightly. “Kael.” Her voice was sharper now. More dangerous. “Stop telling me things I already know.” A beat passed. Then another. And finally… He spoke. “There are stories,” he said. Arin stilled. “What kind of stories?” “Old ones,” he replied. “Older than the kingdoms that exist now. Older than the wars we fight.” Her pulse quickened. “That doesn’t explain anything.”

Tears spring into my wolf eyes. She sits back down, picks up her comb and starst to comb her hair agin. "Let me tell you one of my favourite stories. Once there was a family, a family of great power and wealth. Because that family was from the very beginning of time, their powers were a mystery and many would say that they were the direct offsprings of the Moon Goddess. Do you know who they were?”

Golden doors that never opened from the inside. The stories came from Freya. Every night before bed, her mother would tell her about the world before King Valir. About streams that sang through ancient trees. About fairies who slept beneath mushrooms. About wolves that watched from a distance but never harmed the Ronas. About Ronas who grew flowers because they loved beauty—not because people paid fortunes to own it. Maya used to beg for the stories over and over again. She wanted details. What color were the houses? How tall were the trees?