Myth Story Novels & Stories

I muttered gulping in air. "Well, what happened with you!!" The guy who had helped me asked. "I can't really say but a beast attacked me while I was foraging for food" I replied hoping they bought my lie. "A beast??? What do you mean by a beast??" Someone asked amongst the others. "According to ancient myths, there lives a beast in the deepest part of the forest, they are called the RAGUS. It's just a myth and no one has ever come across it" A girl in glasses explained.

A look that I have received countless times after I was abducted. “Get up,” the mean prince said in a scathing tone. With trembling limbs, I hobbled my way up and stood straight with massive effort. All the tremble went down to my legs. I looked up at him again, only to regret it. The pain I felt was shortly forgotten when I shivered and flinched with the look he gave. I never knew that a look from someone would be scarier than my mom’s. “Fail again, and there would be consequences. After you finish the lap, return all the weapons used to the armory. Leave one weapon, and you're punished.” That was all he said before he left me for the rest of the day.

I left out all the Idris info to him, not knowing if my brother knows him or not. “A Phoenix Aurora? How did you know about them? No one ever speaks of them anymore since they have been extinct for so long.” He looks at me truly puzzled by what I have said. “You see a Phoenix is the Lord of all creation, before everything from the very beginning. Men invented books depicting of a “human god” the all mighty that made everything from nothing. This is not true. The Phoenix, is the most rare mythical creature to have ever lived. Noone has seen one in hundreds and thousands of years, they have the power to build life, the power of true creation. But alas, they have died out a victim of their own

“This car will take up halfway up, and we’ll have to climb the rest of the way. You know the story of Looming Height?” Who didn’t? The story went that the mountain had been raised back when there were still mages and long before werewolves had taken over the society. It was a myth, at best, but a charming bedtime story. Something about a wolf who had carried his mate to the top of the peak as a show of eternal love while pleading with the moon goddess to save her life after a battle. My father would tell it to us on Valentine’s Day. The prick of pain that came with thinking of them melted into anger as I sat in the cable car.

For that… could kill them. The little orphans of the slums bundled together, a hand for each ear. They remembered the old myth and deemed it the cause. It was one of the oral folktales of Antacast, passed from one generation to another. The demigods of lightning and thunder fighting again for the wind goddess’ favor, as the old tales had told.

She did. It was instructions for a ritual, and it contained an unfamiliar version of an old myth Allorah had been told when she was small. The essence of it was that in a time of great peril, the inhabitants of her island had somehow managed to bridge the gap between their world and the Other, the realm of dragon warriors. They had enlisted the help of several of these fierce denizens, and through their efforts, had triumphed over the evil that plagued their land. It was a common story, and one of Allorah's favorites, but the scroll seemed to suggest that, impossibly, the tale was more than mere myth. In confusion, she went to Dannonae and insisted that she explain.

Christopher John asked sarcastically, his tone dripping with cynicism. “As much as we can give, but he can't be satisfied by animal blood. Legend has it that there was a time when a great drought befell the land, to the point of nearly extinction. The elders then had to make human sacrifices to appease the gods, the Great Sacrifice. They said the moon turned red that day because the gods were overfed, and he granted everyone present their heart's desires,” the girl narrated, but her story only elicited amusement from Damian and his friends. “Yeah, right. What a shitty legend,” Briana muttered, his tone laced with sarcasm, and his friends chuckled softly.

'Myths are different than fairy tales or legends. Legends are stories based in history and are more or less true. Myths, on the other hand, are stories containing a deeper truth—stories that transcend time. If you were to travel the world, you would find myths that are remarkably similar to one another—stories of heroes fighting the darkness with the light.' ❤❤❤❤ ☀️MY RAE OF LIGHT (Part Two) ☀️ ❤❤❤❤

As Sophia stood before the captivating painting of Apollo and Daphne, the gallery attendant began to unravel the tale depicted within the artwork. "Well, you see, this painting depicts the mythological story of Apollo and Daphne," the attendant began, her voice soft and melodic. "According to Greek mythology, Apollo, the god of music, poetry, and prophecy, became infatuated with the beautiful nymph Daphne. However, Daphne, fearing Apollo's advances, prayed to the river god Peneus for help. In response to her prayers, Peneus transformed Daphne into a laurel tree to save her from Apollo's pursuit." As the attendant spoke, Sophia found herself drawn deeper into the story, her imagination weavin

"But there's more to the night sky than just stars and constellations. There are also stories. Would you like to hear one?" "Yes, please!" the boy said, his eyes wide with anticipation. Although he knows about stars and constellations, he didn't know any of the story. " Alright", Kiara began. "Once upon a time, there was a beautiful maiden named Cassiopeia, who was loved by many suitors," Kiara began. "But she was vain, and boasted that she was more beautiful than the Nereids, the sea nymphs. This angered the sea god, Poseidon, who summoned a sea monster to attack the kingdom."