Mythical Stories 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.

"Y-your blood!? Do you mean with your dragon's blood? U-using that fairy tale method!?" "It’s not that dramatic, but I had to admit that it was a lot more complicated." Daniel stroked the back of his neck, looking hesitant to say this. "All these fairy tales have something in common: one has to kill a dragon and bathe in dragon blood if they want immortality, wealth, and a long life—whatever they wish. All humans thought so, but that is not how it works. You know, how many humans died after bathing in dragon blood, just like the fairy tales they believe?"

The legs scraped harshly against the stone floor, echoing into the cavernous darkness of the cellar. "Vivian, Aethelgard isn't real," he said softly, his voice carrying the patient, gentle tone teachers used on grieving children. "It is a third-century coastal myth. A cautionary bedtime story told to children about an ancient general who traded his flesh and soul to protect his crown, only to be turned to stone by the dark magic he invoked." "It isn't just a myth!" I snapped, the sudden surge of raw panic spilling out before I could stop it. My hands shook as I gripped the edges of the ancient book. "He was real. The kingdom existed. I know it."

He laid his own hand inside one gouge, fingers spread to their fullest, and his whole hand sat in the mark’s narrowest corner like a child’s in a giant’s footprint. “When I was a hatchling,” he said at last, “the old ones frightened us with stories about the First. The dragons from before. Before the kingdoms. Before the split. Before, the stories said, the gods troubled themselves with us at all. They were stories that I wished I had paid better attention to.”

"Then tell a story and let's hear it!" Lambert said seriously, which made it hard for Lydia to refuse. She pursed her lips. "What kind of story do you want to hear?" "What can you tell?" "I know a bit about fairy tales, Greek myths, and ancient legends..." "Then you know quite a lot. Well... then tell a war story." Lydia widened her eyes and looked at him suspiciously. "Are you doing this on purpose? There is no such option!" "No. It seems that you don't know that many stories." "..."

She gritted form her teeth. Abram move closer to stare at the legendary king and queen of Zhatiera and the ruler of all Khiones. They are considered as bedtime stories, a made up legend made to scare children from roaming at night or do bad things. Stories has it they were awful, evil creatures with horrible disfigured face and monster like body that could rip a person to shreds and even eat them when they are terribly hungry.

Today he helped her pour her water in the bath then sat back on his heels waiting for her to mix the bath salts and sink into the tub first before sliding closer to her. He held the edge of the tub and looked at her with adoring eyes. She came to understand that he did not desire her he merely thought she was the smartest and most beautiful person ever. He reminded her every time of Strukus who thought she held the world in her hands. She smiled at him. "What stories do you have for me today?" She asked him. "The story of the goddess and the god killer. They fell in love." She laughed. He always loved romantic stories. In his own world gods never fought they only fell in love and had childre

Each telling of the tale varies, but the central theme is always that of a sea witch or sorceress who finds or kidnaps a beautiful girl, and raises her until fate intervenes in the form of a young man. Of particular interest to students of Celtic mythology is the male character, a romantic yet disruptive force. He is always depicted as either a seductive demon in the form of a beautiful young man, or a celestial angel, a pirate, a faery prince or a chivalrous knight. In light of this, the myth is notable for its connection to the band of heroes known by several names (most commonly the Fiacha Rudraigh or the Fianna) – a group of five warrior princes who appear in the Mythological, Ulster and

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.

S-Sophie is one of the legendary goddesses? "So did Sophie survive because she was half a vampire?" Clarence asked. "Yes, but it is also possible because she was a legendary goddess. Because one of the powers of the legendary goddess is immortality. " So the king said. When a creature is a legendary goddess, it means you are higher than the Queen of Goddesses. When you are a legendary goddess, it means you are the GODDESS OF ALL GODDESSES. "So it means that Sophie is the woman referred to in the prophecy? A half-vampire and half-wizard. The first legendary goddess who was a half-vampire and half wizard, and she was also the strongest of all legendary goddesses in the world." I asked, and the