Myth Story Novels & Stories

“I guess it’s story time, huh? Fine. You know how we came into existence, don’t you?” “I know the basics,” I replied hesitantly. “The Moon Goddess created us, right? To serve her?” He let out a bitter chuckle. “That’s what the elders tell us. But the truth is a bit more... messy.” He began to speak, his words deliberate and weighted with centuries of pain. **The Tale of the First Lycans**

“Listen to me carefully. The Great Dream is the creator of The Myth; he then divided his power and merged with nature after the process of The Myth was completed. At that time, a golden seed leaded the Myth. The golden seed is a direct descendant of the Great Dream and only appears once every five hundred years.”

His services have been used by many other werewolves to kill each other, really stupid? He could easily get out of this prison, which is not a difficult matter, but it would be very tiring if he did it himself. It would be better if he just waited because in two days someone would come to help. They will enter from the same spot as him, a small spot that has never been monitored and borders on an uninhabited land, only they ... ordinary humans can pass through it ... because the wolves are afraid to pass through that uninhabited land ... they believe in a ridiculous myth. . A myth that is actually very much proven to be a lie. The myth that anyone who passes through the forest will become a

And Kilano replied 'my love, it would be an honor to have you by my side'. I close my eyes, letting the flames die as I hug my knees to my chest. "Do you think it's true?" "What?" I ask, my voice muffled by my arm. "The stories of the gods, do you think they're true?" "Yes," I reply. "Really?" I shrug a little to myself. "Kilano's daughter would have been my great great grandmother so the stories may have been changed a little but it would be difficult to create a completely new myth with so few of generations," I sigh.

Every time it was her father’s turn to tell her bedtime stories, he would always tell her the stories of the myths or legends of folklore, which she always enjoyed. Her father said that once upon a time, there was a tribe called the Marinaya tribe. Marinaya tribe comes from the name of the Goddess of Moon that the tribe worshiped. In the Marinaya tribe, there were different groups – the royalties or the family of the tribe leaders, the warriors, the manggagaway (or the sorcerer, or wizard), and the servants.

I shrugged. "Oh. Well, I can see why the story was modified. I had even heard a version that the bull was actually Poseidon, and he turned your mother into a cow to secretly have an affair." she commented. To that, I rolled my eyes. Why do people make up wild stories about the Olympian Gods? They're just people, well, people with powers humans don't possess. "Yeah, no. My father is, or rather was, just a white bull." I shook my head.

It is a tale about lightning, being told in Hindu mythology and mostly Indians know about it too. That lightning does not like the eldest siblings and she struck a them if she wants to...it's something goes like this - now the mother of lightning, the woman to whom she was born was prisoner by her elder brother because it was prophesied that his death was written by one of her children. So the elder brother decided to just kill all his sister's children the moment they are born and lightning as the first to be born. And she was also strangled to death....Scarlett doesn't know particulars about the story but yes, it is indeed told that from that day onwards, lightning strikes the older siblin

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.

Seeing that she would not give up from siding the night roamer, he decides to tell her a story to compliment her belief. “You know, according to our popular children stories, some believe he is a handsome prince from a far away kingdom made of gold, and enchantment and magic. While others believes he is a demon that haunts evildoers and people of little conscience until they give up their evil ways, or pay for their sins with blood” He narrates, captivating her attention. “Tell me more please?” She pleads with irresistible eyes. “You are in luck, as I am a lover of myth!” he gestures towards a dry piece of log just opposite them.

I was alone myself in my room thinking about my old life when things were easier and people were nicer. When I couldn't sleep, my mother would come tell me bedtime stories to me as she sat beside my bed. I recalled a specific story my mother used to tell, about a courageous wolf that defied all obstacles to defend the people he loved. The brave wolf Luna, the protagonist of the tale, had to overcome unfathomable obstacles in a world where danger was there at every turn. But like the moon that kept watch over him, he persisted, his strength and will unshakeable.