Mythic Fiction Novels & Stories

"It's a beautiful one. You have read it?" "Um. No, not yet." "Myth of The Broken Throne. Do you believe in myths?" He looked at me. "I didn't, not until I read this book. Do you believe in them?" I asked back. He kept the book on the table and looked out of the window, staring into the dipping moon. "Isn't that the purpose of a myth? To keep you thinking about its historicity. But its originality can only be said by someone who was a part of it. Don't you think so?"

“THE REVENGE” “Come along with me kids and help me with the mansion tour” Our father smiled. “Sure.” I nodded in approval. My dad started off by showing our huge front door. A front door that could accommodate a family of giraffes. “That’s huge” Caroline chuckled. We moved to our living-dining-kitchen. The living-dining-kitchen area was one spacious area with unbelievable long range mountain views from every spot. Vaulted wood ceilings, beautiful walnut floors, comfortable and quality furnishings, and plenty of amenities make for total relaxation.

he says happily, as I watch him open one of the gigantic double doors to my left. Inside I could see the beautiful lush deep purple rugs, and the fabrics, and amazing furniture some of which I have never seen the likes of anything before. Beautifully carved into wood, you could see the different dogs….or where they wolves perhaps….and mythical creatures, I see a person with wings..? A fairy? Dragons, and mermaids, all of these creatures, are mythical, they don’t exist.

He still warned them, and he was ready to walk out of the forest, but when he was just about to step out of the woods, he was bounced back; he felt weird and again tried to walk, but still, he was bounced back. He felt horror, and an alarming bell rang in his mind. He knows there have always been rumors about this forest in the city, But he never paid attention to that; after all, who can say how much truth would those rumors hold, Because of that, he would always laugh and dismiss those words, Like, 'Something is going on in this forest, and if anyone enters the sunset, those people will never come out alive.' 'There is a monster residing in this forest, which eats humans'

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."

Mythology. In general, others referred to it as a study and interpretation of often sacred tales or fables of a culture known as myths... Some define it as the collection of such classical old tales and mythical cultural stories which deal with various aspects of the human condition... May it be good or evil. I paused reading as I heard indistinct rustling sounds in the surroundings of this large dark room. I roamed my big doe eyes across the dark surroundings yet I can not find anything strange except for the disarrayed arrangement of books on the gigantic shelves.

“I understand why you’d think that. This may be hard to believe, but Lothair was a member of the Mythguard up until three years ago.” A dragon in the Mythguard…? Granted, I knew very little about the Mythguard other than that they were an organization of humans and shifters who sought to conceal shifters from the public. They protected them from human and shifter threats, including some of the more notorious races of shifters: dragons, vampires, and the most frightening of them all, ghouls. I didn’t know that they would be allowed to partake in the Mythguard. “You had a dragon in the Mythguard?” Gavin echoed my thoughts.

He might reject me as his mate and then my life will be lost forever. I don't want to die yet. I want to see the world beyond what I've been exposed to. Even beyond Dark Moon, even though I know that it is meant to be my home. I want to be a able to walk the streets of a foreign country, I don't want to be hidden anymore. I need Ricardo to want to be my mate. So I need a plan. I need him to fall so irrevocably in love with me that he can't see a life without me in it. Either in love or in lust. I have read countless books where men have changed the course of history because they lusted after women.

She asked. “Um, it can be any myth, right? Anything?” I asked her to make sure. “Any myth can work but it should be mainly from Romans or Greeks” She cleared that for me. “Got it…” I said and leaned back smiling because I already had something in my mind.

Time seemed to be moving more slowly as we drew nearer to the water beneath us. 3. Winning my sixth grade spelling bee... I tried blocking out the excruciating pain screaming at me in my ear, every second we were plunging further and further down. 4. Art classes with Miss Miller... The blocking worked and I felt the contact with the water as our car fell in. 5. Bedtime stories with my grandmother... I jerked forward at the impact it created 6. Becoming class president in fourth grade... The impact was so strong I could feel my neck crack as it got jerked back.