Novel & Cerita Myth Stories

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?”

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 that it is true. So the myth may also be true here at the Waldorf.

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.

“What stories?” “Well, um, you told…Geneva told them to me. The first tale was about a fairy that fell in love with a human. However, this human craved jewels and treasure and did not care about this fragile fairy. So, he persuaded the fairy to lead him to all the fairies’ riches. He stole it and never looked back, while the fairy, in her own heartbreak and guilt, lay down upon a white lily…closed her eyes and never opened them again.” “That’s awful,” said Grace.

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

"I've spent a lot on you, girl. This is a golden opportunity. If you ruin this set up, I'm sorry to say this, but I'm giving up on you as well. But, that would be after you pay me back for all I invested on you. Your clothes, hairdos, adornments… .." She spoke on and on, while Emma was already shivering in fear. Her mind drifted to her family. They were still owning some people, who claimed her father borrowed money from them before he died. She was still struggling with paying the so-called debt and couldn't bear to add another one to it. Patting her shivering shoulders slightly, "you can do it, Emma. It will change your family's situation as well….." She added those soft persuasions, after

His face is even more puzzled. If you’re wondering how casual currently we are, even though we ended last night on an awkward note, well… I explained it. Usually, in stories, they just skip to the next day/ chapter as if nothing happened, but NO. IT’S NOT LIKE THAT AT ALL. How I wish it was. I have to thoroughly explain EVERYTHING. Even the finger-partner part. Good heavens, they don’t know about that! Why? IT’S BECAUSE THEY DON’T DO IT! I can’t believe it. They go straight to the point; no foreplay! What a sad world this is…

Zahra whispered, not minding to hide the fear in her voice, “But why had they set fifteen huts ablaze?” “I can’t say for sure,” Dodo turned her attention to Zahra, “But my mother told me a story of how the three Kingdoms, after hunting, danced around a campfire. You want to hear the story?” “No,” Zahra and Ginika said in unison. They were not prepared to hear Dodo’s unending tale. She would only end up telling them of how her great, great, great grandmother, told her great, great grandmother and her great grandmother, to her… Her stories usually leave one hungry and light-headed, or it would knock you out.

“That does not count as a bedtime story,’’ Babybaby finally found her voice. “It is child,’’ the thunder god answered. “No it’s not’’ Babybaby insisted quite stubbornly. “bedtime stories are supposed to be a nice tales with happy ending, all bedtime fairytales are, like the ones Amaka used to read to me, this one is a stupid story.’’ “Babybaby hush it’’ Orchid started, fearing the frown on Shango’s face. “What is a fairytale?’’ he asked instead. “Well it’s the best story there is, a prince falls in love with a princess, a bad witch not happy with the arrangement pokes nose into the matter, the prince cuts her great big nose with his shiny sword, rides away with his love and everybody lives h

Another woman remembered her long dead husband who died fighting to protect their home from the humans long ago. "The stars? Isn't that a legend? A sea of souls lighting up the night sky?" "I've always wanted to see the sun." "I heard there's massive lakes above that takes months to cross by boat to the other side!" "I remember hearing about that! I think they called them oceans!" To the older generation it was a sweet memory that almost felt as though it were nothing more than a long lost dream. To the younger generation it was a mystery of longing. Stories passed down by their families. The younger people always felt like the stories were just too good to be true. In their mind the world a