Myth Stories Short Novels & Stories

"I haven't. And if I have it doesn't matter. Sometimes Old Nan would tell the same story she'd told before, but we never minded, if it was a good story. Old stories are like old friends, she used to say . You have to visit them from time to time." "That's true." Meera walked with her shield on her back, pushing an occasional branch out of the way with her frog spear. Just when Bran began to think that she wasn't going to tell the story after all, she began, "Once there was a curious lad who lived in the Neck. He was small like all crannogmen, but brave and smart and strong as well. He grew up hunting and fishing and climbing trees, and learned all the magics of my people." Bran was almost ce

His father brought some clarity to him and insisted that it’s a collection of Middle Eastern and South Asian folk tales that were originally published together during the Islamic Golden Age. “Honestly dad, this isn`t a story, I see it more like a biography and a bizarre one of course. Begging a man with one thousand and one stories not to die, is funny. Would you please tell me a story of its own in its own originality? Junior pleaded at the end and for the second time. “But son, I must tell you something. Scheherazade according to myth was a fictional character. A make believe. That is an imaginary character” While laughing with her husband.

In the evenings, around the hearths of home, we teach the rules by which we share this world with the brethren through story. Tales of lovers separated by misfortune, the vain punished with disfigurement, of knights enchanted into forever sleep, and of princesses locked into towers. We seek out Seers to foretell the future, and mages to bespell swords, but are wary of the Fae with their costly altruism and deceptive beauty, the mischief of household imps, and sirens who sing ship to wreckage.

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.

Hello Forbidden Love Stories Readers and Fans. I like to know what kind of story or tales would you like in this book next. I was thinking to go back to our starting days of the FLS sensual short stories of 1-3 chapters. If you agree, Like this chapter and leave comments and your opinions. I have many amazing full of lust and love short stories ready to go live for you guys. These are all my personal favorite premium short stories which I have been saving for days and it is time this gold comes to light to meet the readers.

A short nap would have been possible, but Maddie's voice kept ringing out from inside the classroom. Miracle peeked through the glass lite. Surprisingly, he wasn't teaching. He was telling stories. Lyn and Kingsley leaned against the wall, not interested in what was going on in the class. However, Mr. History was talking about the very things Miracle had always wanted to know—myths. She moved her ear closer. "Have any of you heard about Long Sheng Jie?" "Long Sheng Jie? What's that?" someone asked. "Wait..." Jessamine said. "That sounds familiar. I think my mom used to tell me about it when I was a kid. If my memory serves me right, it's something about dragons."

Sean asked her. Luyando blinked away her tears. “Why do you ask that?” “Because you don’t look so happy.” He answered. “Why do you think I don’t look happy?” “Because you are sad.” The four year old answered. “Mummy said you are sick. She said you need love only. What did she mean?” Luyando’s fight against her tears intensified. “Your mother, she said that?” “Um,” the boy nodded. “Grandma, granddad, mummy too, they always hug me and tell me they love me. Do you want me to give you a hug Auntie Yando?”

“We have different interests. Mine is in the gym, others were at the parties.” He laughed then looked at me. “My friends once told me you’re gay, that you’re into women and not interested in men.” I squinted my eyes. “Your friends talk about me, huh?” “Well…” he shrugged, then we both laughed. “That rumor about me was false. I’m not interested in women, I’m into men. And I think people nowadays just love spreading rumors, huh? Rumors about you were proof of it, as well.” “Hmm? Rumors about me? Haven’t heard about it. I just hope they were good rumors and not bad.”

He pulled out an ointment and painkiller out of the drawer and applied the ointment on the place where he just hit her . “This is your reward but you have to earn it by being a good girl . I will give you after five but if you made any mistake like forgetting to count or not calling yourself a whore then we will start over again and the punishment would be doubled.” He said, showing her the bottle of painkillers. She quietly nodded her head in yes. *SMACK* “I’m whore. Three” *SMACK* “I'm a whore. Four .” Her cheeks jiggled and turned red as he proceeded to smack her.

Short terrifying stories that leave you insomnolent . . . definitely a must read to while away time and get sleepless with fear, hahaha. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy! While you're at it, you can check out my other profile @KinahFeels.