Novel & Cerita Mythical Writing

"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 stories she had shared with Theo blended with the fabric of her dreams, creating a symphony of love, imagination, and connection. In this mystical realm, Mama Hazel felt a deep sense of peace and contentment. The stories she had written, the tales she had told, were not merely words—they were portals to a world where hearts spoke in whispers and dreams flew on the wings of imagination. Each character, each setting, resonated with a spark of life, a reflection of the magic that dwelled within her soul.

"Trace the exact maternal lineage of the Ethiopian King." "Write a 500-word theological breakdown of the Primordial Chaos." All around me, the elite Awakeners of Class 1 are scribbling furiously, treating this like basic kindergarten math. I, meanwhile, am staring at a violently blank screen. My entire knowledge of Western mythology comes strictly from Marvel movies, Disney cartoons, and unhinged internet memes. If he asks me about Thor's abs or Hades's sassy flaming hair, I'm covered. But the messy, obscure family trees of ancient Greek deities? Not a chance.

Some parts were written in a language she didn’t recognise—but somehow… She could understand it, not perfectly and not everything, but enough as it spoke of beginnings, of creation, of power and of her. Zoe’s breath would catch every time she turned a page. Stories of the Moon Goddess creating wolves, stories of balance between light and darkness and then, there was something else, buried deep in the book, a warning, a legend and about a being born not of one ... but of many.

she whispered. “I tried to protect everything by erasing you.” “I didn’t know…” The hollow self crumbled in her arms, Not in pain, In peace, Liora’s eyes closed, The blackness faded. And she awoke, surrounded by fire. Nightwind was burning, Not with ordinary flame, With reversed ink white fire that erased what it touched. The creature made of stories and ruin towered over the village walls. Hundreds of old characters, half-written legends, and mythic beasts circled it like stars in its orbit. And it was writing now.

The Scribes, custodians of astral narratives, invited them to a celestial amphitheater where astral stories unfolded like cosmic constellations. In the celestial amphitheater, Victoria and Alexander witnessed astral chronicles that depicted the intertwined destinies of celestial beings. The Scribes, with ethereal quills, inscribed luminescent tales that echoed through the astral dimensions, creating a celestial tapestry of cosmic experiences. Victoria and Alexander, inspired by the astral narratives, felt their own luminescent story becoming a part of the cosmic tableau.

With their hands gracefully holding quills and ink, their tails elegantly flicking across the pages to turn them, they delve deeper into the labyrinth of knowledge, unraveling prophecies, legends, and untold secrets that have long haunted their underwater world. The words on the ancient pages seem to come alive as they transfer the written knowledge into their own records. The prophecies they encounter carry an air of anticipation, foretelling events that could shape their future. Legends unfold, recounting heroic feats and cautionary tales, offering insights into the challenges faced by their ancestors. With each stroke of the quill, they are filled with a sense of connection to the past, a

"So who can explain more of Myth functions?" "Myth has two main functions, The first is to answer the sort of awkward questions that children ask, such as 'Who made the world? How will it end? Who was the first man? Where souls go after death?'...The second function of Myth is to justify an existing social system and account for traditional rites and customs. In ancient Greece, stories about gods and goddesses and heroes and monsters were an important part of everyday life. They explained everything from religious rituals to the weather, and they gave meaning to the world people saw around them." All students turned their heads to look shockingly at Damien who answered the question.

John asked as he stood up from where he’d been writing something on the floor, with chalk. “Rare, but then again rarer still are the demons and gods”, she muttered, “The common supreme beings happen to be chimeras, Kitsune, Hydras, Medusa, Kraken, a lot of nymphs and sirens, a lot of Greek mythologies if I had to be pedantic. Oh! Your homeroom teacher Mr. Edwards is a Leviathan, and his wife is a siren I think, we’ve had the first werewolf too; The Beast of Gévaudan and Fenrirs too, a Minotaur and Basilisks. I personally have known three different Basilisks”, she listed as she tried to recall the different Ascendants she’d met. “I thought if one existed, another Ascendant of the same kind co

As my story has developed, I have added in a Fae language. Since the story lines follow ancient Greek gods and goddesses, I have used ancient Greek for the Fae language and Latin for witch's spells. I might as well put all those high school Latin lessons to use. Truth be told, I love languages, especially my own native language, Māori. I did think of adding that into the story line as the Fae language, but I didn't think it fitted as well as Ancient Greek.