Myth Stories Novels & Stories

he said before some of them laughing right now. “But of course, I cannot say that I was ignorant. No, that was for the older generation since they forgot to take their medicine,” he said before Damien looked around and proceeded to tell the set for the rest of the night. Until someone was asking about the myth of Cyprus. “Well, once upon a time, there was this ship containing barbarians that were coming to an island that no one knew about. They landed there before they saw a beautiful young woman and they were enchanted by them. No one knows who she was but being barbarian, they took what they thought was theirs.

“That may be so; my mother always told stories about the outside world. Everyone called her crazy, but now I realize that her stories were real, most of them, and I think The Gold Star might be real. Do you know how to get there?” Silence reigned again in the dining room. “The Golden Star is a myth, a hidden city that reveals your greatest dreams, born of impossible love between a princess and a mercenary. The story goes that they loved each other so much that when their families objected, they ran north by sea until they found a refuge in the forest where no one would dare to look because of the tricky road. They were able to raise a family and spent the rest of their lives building their o

One relieving thing about life is that everything happens for a reason and they are usually aimed for our good. No matter the situation one finds his or herself in, there’s always a tiny bit of God’s will in that situation; whether good or bad. It could be that God wanted to reunite Ace with his two sons and also strengthen his marriage union with Belinda. Things might have fallen out between the couple but one thing we can’t dispute is that the crisis also rekindled their stale and dying love for each other. Not to also forget, the crisis also brought two lovely brothers together and it was evident that they would eventually be in each other’s life once everything was settled between both p

“When one has determination to do something, the odds always end up in their favour.” The older looked at the other before him before letting out a bitter and guttural laugh at what he thought is a joke coming from the latter. Perhaps the person in front of him does not know what kind of person he is intending to find. People speak of legends and myths like they were just stories worthy to pass off to others that some ended up looking for proof on the make-believe the world had conjured up to invoke the right of humanity to carve the very first story and not some god or goddess of far away imagination.

She spoke to him in his language, “They’re treating you like god.” Just as expected. Frankly, Zayn felt rather helpless about it. He suddenly remembered that all sorts of myths were passed down for millennia on earth. He wondered if this was how the myths came to be? When someone showed up with extraordinary abilities and was worshipped as god by the people around him, stories of this event were passed down until it became a myth with passing time. Zayn shook his head as he thought about the situation. He was planning on saying something, but he gave up on the idea after pondering for a moment.

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?

A myth, a story to give a man status beyond mortality. ‘Werewolves, Fae, Dragons, Mermaids-’ he starts and I hold up a hand, cutting him off. It’s too much. ‘You’re a werewolf?’ I stare at him.

"And then I watched you come out of that circle and I understood, finally, that we never wrote any of it down. Do you know why? Because the people who saw it didn't survive to write it. What we've got is the story told by the ones who ran." She turned her head. "You're the first of your kind anyone's laid eyes on in four hundred years, Maya Cole. And every wolf on this earth has spent that whole time being told a bedtime story about you." "What's the story?" "Depends who's telling it. In mine, you eat the moon." Odette shrugged one bony shoulder. "Which is a thing you say to a child who won't sleep. It isn't history. It's what's left when the history runs." A thin smile. "Congratulations. Yo

She said as she stood up and I sat down to listen to what she had to say. "You see, when I was a little girl, my mother used to tell me a story about a myth, moreso a prophesy that I believed was just a way to have us cling on to some hope of a supernatural being living among us. I also thought that it was their way of just keeping us curious. It was called the myth of the silver wolf." 'Silver wolf?' I asked myself internally. Looking at Lucas and Susan, they both had the same confused look on their faces.

Shayla resisted longer, peppering me with last-minute questions about whether clouds slept and if frogs had birthdays. Lucas waited until the others were settled before speaking quietly. “Can you tell a story?” Something in his tone—hopeful, vulnerable—unlocked a memory deep inside me. “My mother used to tell me stories,” I said softly. “Would you like one of those?” Three heads nodded eagerly. So I began. I told them about the moon that fell in love with the sea but could never touch it, about the brave girl who taught the stars how to sing, about the fox who tricked winter into leaving early.