Myth Story Novels & Stories

"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

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.

So I plopped down on the bed, letting myself relax my tense muscles, even though my mind kept telling me that this was all just a nightmare and when I would wake up, I would still be inside my house, beaten half to death by my own father and Cameron and his friends would just go back to being high school bullies that were just mean people and not animals. “How about I tell you a story instead?” I looked up at Sarah then, watching her with narrowed eyes as she gave me a concerned look. She went to the opposite side of the room and sat down on a chair placed near the open window. The moon was almost full outside the window and I was actually startled at just how big it looked from here. “What

When Athena comes over, she gets in her sleeping bag, then stares at me. “Do you want to lay on my arm?” I ask. She shakes her head no. “Okay,” I say, then lay on my back. “Do you know about the Moon Goddess’ realm?” She nods. “Excellent, then I think you’ll like this story. It’s about how our wolves come down from the Moon Goddess’ realm and choose their humans. Do you want to hear how it happens?” She nods. I look up at the stars and decide how to tell this story.

Those stories of wars were just myths to them, unless someone brought you in, like Cassandra. Just when I’m ready to give up, I find a story from around twenty years ago about a teenager saving a woman from a monstrous beast.

He held my hand tightly to stop me from pulling them away when he began to tell me the story that brought us to this moment. I don’t think I would have heard this story from Mom because it happened centuries before we were born. No history book would even tell it like Kyle. He told me about the moon goddess, our creator, and her lover Endymon. He told me about their kids and the terrible mistake they made to put us in this terrible situation. They favored one child because he made one good choice that they thought was the best for him. He was chosen to rule over the others who happened to be his seniors. They were so posted off at their parents and they plotted to kill him and seize the thro

Mufasa explained. “The story passed on to become a myth after a lot of parents figured it gets children to quickly fall asleep or at least, stay quiet in bed for fear of the firewolf passing by to see if they're awake. Those children grew up and most of them retold the story to their own kids. And so the line went on until it became a strong myth. But in this modern age, myths are being forgotten so little to nobody knows about the firewolf.” The men exchanged looks between each other.

They were married for five years yet Michael had no idea that Christina knew how to play the piano! Ballade pour Adeline was a song that was enjoyed by a great number of people through different times. There was a beautiful legend in Greek mythology. A long time ago, there was a lonely king named Pygmalion in the Kingdom of Cyprus. He created a sculpture of a charming young lady and admired her allure every day and inevitably fell in love with the sculpture eventually. He prayed to the gods for a miracle of love. His sincerity and perseverance moved the god of love Aphrodite thus giving life to the sculpture. Since then, the lucky king and the elegant young lady lived happily ever after.

“My friends, our journey is long. Let’s save this for another day, would everyone agree?” After a pondering pause, all heads nodded in agreement. “Now, I have a story to tell.” He scooped a blue powder and tossed it into the bonfire. “Once upon a time….” The flame burst again, but this time, fiery images of animals, humans, and landscapes appeared. From the Greek heroes like Perseus and Jason, the adventures of Thor and Loki, and to the African spider god, Anansi, which was our first time hearing it, every story he told was brought to life by the flame.

Aurora's words dropped off as she thought. "Water comes up often in myths, Your Majesty. I read earlier about a River of Life." Birger rummaged around and pulled out two books. He opened the first and found the correct page. "Here!" Then the councilman opened the second book. "And this one speaks of a waterfall that renews the earth." "We all need water to live," Aurora reasoned. "It would make sense that people would make up stories about such a necessity." Birger frowned, "But every myth grew out of a grain of truth, or at least what someone believed to be true. What if the fountain, the waterfall and the river… what if these places of healing really exist?"