Myth Story Novels & Stories

If she walked in now, I might have finished what my wolf wanted earlier. A heavy silence settled. Then one elder, grey-haired, scarred across the cheek, eyes too alert for his age, finally spoke. “What was that?” he asked, voice low. Not curiosity. Fear. His question wasn’t what happened? His question was what have we awoken? Another elder answered before Ethan could. “The myths,” she whispered. “The stories we told pups so they wouldn’t wander too close to the barrier.” A third elder, older than the rest, cane in hand, leaned forward slowly.

I will need to be their family now. "Shh, Niblings. Auntie will tell you a story," I promise with a wide-open smile. It will be hours until we make it back home, a long trip for such little hearts. "Once upon a time, there was a strong dragon prince. He lived high on a mountain overlooking the sea. He didn't believe in love, until one day, a beautiful woman was given to him as a sacrifice..."

Other stories were mere myths that were intended to scare children or dissuade them from doing a particular thing. The stories told, usually differed from one village to another, as did their gods, but a few were generally held and respected by all. One myth in Umuoku that was known only to the members of the village was a story about using a broom to sweep. If a child or an adult mistakenly uses the sharp edges of a broom to pierce someone, it was believed that the victim who was in contact with the edges of the broom was at risk, and may suffer a terrible disease unless the person who caused his or her predicament, raises the broom high and pierced its edges towards the earth to cleanse th

"That's ... because I'm lazy, hahaha ..." "All right, I'm going to sleep here. After I read the story, you have to sleep, huh?" "All right ..." Nathania climbed into bed and immediately lay down. Meanwhile, Nathan took the place beside her while pulling the blankets and covering their bodies. "Tell a good story!" "Well, I will tell you about a legend of a goddess named Leanor who came down to earth because she fell in love with a human. But because love between the two is very impossible, making the King of the Gods, Kyvernitis angry to expel his beloved daughter to earth and made her live in misery with the human. Goddess Leanor married her lover, Vasilias and had a son named Arthur. Unable

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.

But he knew nothing about my history. My dad was of the royal bloodline. Whose rule ended hundreds of years ago when a wolf caused havoc in the world. The Prophesy as they call it. When they knew very little about it. My grandmother used to tell me a very old love story. And I used to listen to her like an excited child. The story was passed onto us by our forefathers. The story which few like me belived was true. The story of love between the god of death , Than and the goddess of moon, Selene.

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.

However; there was a particular myth beyond the wildest of imaginations; more fantastic than the others combined… This myth was just a rumor for some, but a truth for many who witnessed it– And lived the day to tell its story. ~O~O~O~ "You mean to tell me there is a dragon locked in the Voiceless Mountains?" "That's what I'm saying, forehead!" "… you're unbelievable."

Sugar Aquarius looked rather miserable and disappointed. “Yeah… I begin to doubt whether the so-called ‘myth’ in our demons-world is true or not,” muttered Virando with his somewhat gazing stare. “If it isn’t true, why is there a kind of urban-legend or myth like that, Boss? There’s no smoke without fire, isn’t it?” “Perhaps it’s just a fairy tale composed by our ancestors in the past, Aquarius… You know, just a kind of bedtime story from the parents to their children…”

I was wandering how all this stuff will fit in in my bedroom but then I remembered that today I’ll move to the room next to the king. It was night buy they time we finished shopping and we grabbed something to eat. We were sited at a Greek restaurant. Lea started to talk ‘’you know a Greek myth says that at first humans had four arms, four legs and one head with two faces. One of the twelve ancient gods Zeus, split them condemning them to spend their lives searching for their other halve. I believe that mates are the same for us wolves, we can’t be whole without our given mate”