Mythical Creatures Stories Novels & Stories

'I bet there are thousands of mythological books' I thought, I looked around as much as I could while Hades carried me. ''You love books, don't you?'' He commented as he weaved his way through shelf after shelf of books, following Lachesis. ''No, just mythological books,'' I replied ''The underworld is the source of all mythological books and stories.'' Hades huffed. ''Are you not serious?'' I asked in disbelief. ''Do you know the myth of Cerberus?'' He asked. ''Of course. He's the Greek hellhound. It's one of the most famous myths'' I replied.

[Narrator's POV] A long time ago, there was a group of male sinners, also called cursed humans, who had been altered by the Gods to transform into evil giants with fur-covered bodies, bull-like heads, and tails. These monsters, born from the arrogance of man towards the Gods, came to be known as Minotaurs or the Monsters of the Labyrinths. Five of them found themselves trapped inside the confusing structures created by Poseidon, where five pairs were currently walking through. "To kill is to live" was their belief, and they eagerly awaited the arrival of the defenders to satisfy their hunger.

They existed to rule and make peace among the species. But nowadays, no one has ever seen a creature like that. Humans existed, those creatures didn't. Right? That dreadful night though, was when all those creatures were ordered to never again appear to the humans by the high Dragon. The legend has it that when the high dragon finally finds his one and true mate, then they would be able to live in freedom again. And the legend started with a love story of the first lovers in existence. It contained a blind fox spirit and a wolf king...

“Ghouls, the things that attacked the mansion the other day. I created them during my first attempt in creating life. Then came the Fairies. They were nothing like humans, so I continued. Then came the Minotaur, then Trolls, then the Goblins, and then, Djinn, the Centaur, Cyclopes, Ogre, then the hilarious looking ones, the Leprechauns.” He thinks this is hilarious. But my heart pounds hard against my chest as I realize I’m sitting a few inches from the man who has created the mythical evil that has circulated the human internet. I shake my head. “That’s impossible. You didn’t create those things. You’re lying.” … [i have to admit— i had a problem of wanting to hear only what i wanted to hea

Title of the story: THE SEVEN MOONS Legend has it, the sky once had seven moons. "That's a fairy tale," she butted in, but he only smiled at her before spanking her lips for her to keep quiet and listen. He then continued after she glared at him. But there lived a colossal sea creature that dwelt in the abyss underneath the depth of the ocean, which was envious of the radiance of the celestial orbs, and it was known as the BAKUNAWA.

"Anything else?" "A good place to get coffee?" The old woman laughed. "I've got a pot in the back." *** After Betty brought me a very strong cup of coffee, I got to work. Thick, old books stacked in front of me on a little table, skimming timeworn pages for anything. A few pieces of information here and there stuck out to me. Like the myths of demons withholding their names from their victims because if you knew a demon's name, then you had power over them. Including the power to invoke them. Some said demons were fallen angels, or the offspring from those angels.

“What? When, brother?” Ghaeron forced himself to share the tale of his great shame, one that he had shared with no one since the early days of life on Edon. “Shortly after Mother and Father had brought forth the first life here on Edon, I became fascinated with the complex weaving of mystical forces that had been utilized to do so. Such variety of living creatures had come into being! Humans, Elves, Dwarves, Minotaurs, and a host of lesser known beings, all benign and given great potential for growth. Growth is one of the constants of the universe, as you know. It is ingrained into the essence of Dragons.”

’ He sniffled. ‘Maybe I can find a way to fix that, too,’ I muttered, scanning the pages of an ancient, dusty book I’d found buried in Moon Chasm’s library. I didn’t find anything. There were old fairy tales, so old they barely seemed recognisable anymore, that spoke of affronted gods casting down their children and making the first wolves. Some were classic tales, like the one about three pups going too near a river and being turned into toads to save them from drowning; others were cautionary tales, warning young wolves away from humans and forbidding any sort of romances between us and them – all in a fun, rhyming sort of way, of course.

Philip put down his food and the kids all looked at him and paid attention, “some of the scrolls I found talked about the magic of the realm, the people and the creatures that roam the land,” “What kind of creatures?” Kurt asked. “Magnificent beasts of all shapes and sizes living on the land, in the water, and in the sky. These creatures aren’t like the animals here on Earth. They’re smarter and a lot more special because they all have a mystic ability unlike any animal you know of. The most magnificent of all the creatures in Randos are the Krans,” “What are Krans?” Lydia asked.

I am afraid but I must fuel my curiosity. My fingers trail over books as I use my eyes to search. “History of the Great Wars. Wolf-Clan Genealogies.” Useless!! In a corner, I find a smaller shelf with older, cracked bindings. One title stands out: Creatures of Myth and Scarcity. I pull it free, coughing at the plume of dust, and sink to the floor in a pool of blue velvet. I open it. Swan Mythology. It is exactly what I am looking for.