Mythics Books Novels & Stories

The woman climbed a short ladder and began pulling down a few books. “These should help,” she said, setting five large, dusty tomes on a nearby table. “Sorry about the condition they’re ancient. Let me know if you need anything.” “Thank you,” Anna said as the woman walked away. Rhea and Anna sat cross-legged on the floor beside the table, surrounded by the stack of heavy books. Their covers were worn, their spines cracked, and the pages yellowed with time. Each had a unique title: 'Tales of the Mystical Creatures', 'Powers', 'Hidden Behind the Voice', and two others with faded letters too difficult to read.

By noon, the porcelain cracked with a sharp snap when she moved it. Aria muttered, "What the hell…" She cleaned it up slowly, deliberately. Anything to keep her hands moving. To keep her from thinking about how it felt like the whole bookstore was… holding its breath. She wandered into the back aisles. The mythology section was a mess — again. Probably some college kid hunting for ancient conspiracies to turn into a thesis. Her fingers skimmed the titles. Worn, faded, some crumbling at the spine. One caught her eye. Legends of the End Times.

Gavin held his arm in front of Muriel. In response, Colt and the Dalesbloom wolves—the ones that had joined us as humans—produced handguns and pointed at Gavin. “The Mythguard won’t allow you to take Muriel,” Gavin said decisively. His voice was strong and bold with confidence, but I could feel his apprehension. Even with the wolves behind him, he was outnumbered. Wolves were useless against guns. “Killing us will only invite the Mythguard to recognize Dalesbloom as a threat and eradicate your pack.”

I gasped as I looked back up at Xipher, and he smiled and softly nodded his head. “A storm is coming.” He said in a voice that sent dreaded shivers through my body as I turned, looking out over the glowing land. To Be Continued in BOOK THREE “GUARDIANS KINGDOMS”

*** BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE BOOK FOUR: THE LYCAN PRINCESS & THE LETHAL POTIONS WIZ BOOK FIVE: THE LYCAN PRINCESS & THE MERCOMMANDER BOOK SIX: TBC BOOK SEVEN: TBC

I knew that was a silly question because I had seen with my own eyes that it had changed form, but I just didn't expect it. "Titans are magical beasts who can shift into a semi-human form." Elijah suddenly promised me that I felt a little shame—no, a big shame. "Oh, I see," I responded shyly and kept quiet. Step back, I will now summon the relic. Faris said that's why we retreated. He just stood there in the middle of the lava, regardless of the heat. I noticed that he was suddenly surrounded by golden dust, just like the tree in my room. Wyst'ria, the benevolent land of the gods. The fireth within thee, raging and untamed. From the power within my soul, I hereby summon the relic of fireth.

he says. He raised his hand as he spoke, as if attempting to touch the moonlight slipping through the leaves of the large tree above us. "It sounds like something out of a fairy tale," I said to myself. "Yes, like a fairy tale, but with a sad ending," he added, pausing briefly before proceeding with his story. "We made a critical mistake. We used the sacred Grimoire, our tribe's magic book, as a mat for our lovemaking in the heat of our passion. It was a blatant violation of a sacred rule."

Also, the word 'thankful' isn't enough to level how much grateful I am to you all for supporting me and this book. See you ‘till the next Claveria adventure, guys! Love y’all! *BOOK SERIES* -MELANCHOLY: THE MOON’S INCEPTION -A LUNA’S BLADE: FEUDS AND GRUDGES -TALE OF THE DEEP: A SIREN’S MELODY

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 never saw that specie as people I could trust, except for my brother of course. I was never the type to let down my guard by falling for a guy. Not again! Not after what happened twelve years ago. Not after I have seen their true color. I would never forget it! I could still remember everything that happened that day vividly to the extent that I could write a book about it if I was told to.