Mythical Books Novels & Stories

Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf. She came across a couple of other books but she knew none of them will give her any information on what she sought after; ‘Moon Goddess' Mate’ by U. Tipper, ‘The Hybrid's special Guide’ by L. O. Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books.

I can smell his apple and spice sent. “Whatcha reading?” Brighton asks. “I found a book on mythology. It’s funny to read about all of the gods.” I tell him. I have been reading it for a few hours now, and I have actually laughed out loud at some parts. Reading about some of the gods and how they acted is hilarious. If they only knew and saw what I have seen they would have to rethink their beliefs in the gods. What got to me is that I have never heard of or seen the triplets in any books. Even when we learned about this in school, they were never mentioned. I asked Athena about this when she came for a visit about a week or so ago.

Malcolm held his stare with mine, holding back the urge to make another snide comment to Drake. "They are made, yes, but they are of only one higher power and not of direct blood or lineaged from their creators. Athena is made from two higher powers and is only created when needed. She holds similarities to the book in that sense. Multiple sources of power created the Libro Vitae, and since it holds similar abilities to the Dacian, the oracles and the dragons. It doesn't deem it necessary to keep track of them, especially when Dacian and Oracles only occur when the previous passes. Most Dacian are mated to a wolf, so another can't be created. You have to be of pure blood and a true mate of a

“So what does this mean? And where are the other two books? Also can you tell me what this book is and what it does?” “I don't really know the entire story behind this book but from the vague description I received from the previous high priestess, the book is said to hold the power to collapse the foundation of every teaching we taught you. But not only that, if all books are opened, they will also remove the gateway between this realm and the other and that would allow the other entities to manifest, so I ask of you, collect the books. Last time, one was recorded to be in Egypt within the tomb of Ozymandus the second.”

Rhae slowly walked towards the bookshelf off to the side of the room and began skimming the titles. "Tales of Fae," Aynyra grinned, crossing her legs in the bed like a toddler. Rhae pulled the book off the shelf, examining the repeatedly broken spine and the clear wear and tear on the cloth-covered binding. "A children's book?" Rhae questioned peering at the title. Aynyra chuckled, "It's not a children's book, it's based on history. It's fact." Rhae walked over to the bed laughing, "It's myth Aynyra, don't tell me you believe in the Fae."

Kyra- Spending a couple of hours in the library, I was beginning to lose hope, was there really such thing as a Champion? If it really was an archaic tradition, how much of what Caleb said was accurate? Looking through the stack of books I had pulled from the shelves, I paused on one that read ‘Myths or Legends?’. I wasn’t sure if the book would tell me much, but for some reason, I was drawn to it.

I say, "Something that no-one else knows...." She twists to look up at me, forehead puckering. ".... Tell me something, that when I think about it, will just be mine; a little piece of you that no-one else has." Understanding dawns. Her expression goes distant for a moment, her gaze outward again, and empty; then turning back, she looks up into my face. "When I was a little girl, we didn't have a lot of books, but all the ones we had, I read. And my favourites were always the old myths and fairy tales; stories about Greek and Roman and Egyptian gods, Norse warriors and ice giants in the north, Hans Christian Anderson, Brothers Grimm, all that sort of thing....

I am in another world, but the fact that I have no friends here too makes me feel inferior, wishing that I could meet someone with whom I can share stories and waves of laughter in this kind of place. I stopped on my track as soon as I remembered that I should go to the Headmistress’ office for the orientation. Professor McLaren and Dr. Foster cannot accompany me due to prior commitments. So, they instructed me to walk straight ahead and look for an old structure. But how can I find it if the buildings in this place were all designed anciently? I pulled the book that Dr. Foster had given me from my bag. I tried to search for a map and smiled when I found it. My smile faded and was replaced b

He was dressed in a blue robe, and he was sitting in a chair, reading a book. "I love to read," I said. "Then, allow me to show you something special," the man said. He stood up and walked over to the shelves. He pulled a book off the shelf and handed it to me. The cover was a deep red, and it had gold lettering. It was titled "The Book of Dreams." "This book contains every story ever told," the man said. "Every fairy tale, every myth, every legend. It's all here, waiting for you to read it."

Slowly, deliberately, I opened it. Greek mythology. My breath caught. The cover was glossy and new. I flipped it open, the pages crisp beneath my fingertips, the scent of fresh paper and ink rising up, familiar and comforting. Only Damian knew. Only Damian knew how I’d always lost myself in these stories, gods and mortals, tragedies and triumphs, flawed heroes and inevitable endings. How I found comfort in myths that never pretended happy endings were guaranteed. A warmth spread through my chest, tender and bittersweet all at once.