Mythology Comics Novels & Stories

Room was never that big and the portraits like that had never been made or seen in the pack house before . The cabinet and the glass container which shattered were part of the illusion too to make me fear. I went through many other books in the search of the other half of the piece of paper that was in my hand .None of them was missing any piece. The books were old but not that old like the piece of paper in my hand .It was yellow in color and it was almost falling off .I wanted to know from where that piece came inside that book. There were few other books about witches, most of them were about their history and nothing else. Getting bored of this search I was into the other half of the lib

That was how it was created. "Who is that?" Lisa and the others were now aware of where the giant flying beast came from, however, they were from the nether realm and had no idea who Zeus was. Chase had no choice but to explain the story of Zeus to them. After he was done, Lisa and Willow were stunned. Myths of the God of Creation were not limited to the more familiar 12 Primal Treasures, Demon Saints, ancient divine clans, or other strange races, there were also titans, the Almighty God, and other strange divine clans that might not care about humanity.

It felt a perfect fit and he had slept every night holding her in that position, nestled together. Felix also taught Athena further on Roman and Greek mythology, including pointing out the different types of nymphs that were sneakily hidden in and amongst the mosaics depicting friendly woodland scenes. These were beings who lived to tease and manipulate humans and gods, sometimes falling in love with them, sometimes chasing them to the ends of the earth to capture the man they wanted.

“You won’t make it harder for me?” Miles Keaton looked as if he had just heard the funniest joke in the universe. “Do you think you have the right even to say that? “You think I’m scared of you just because you managed to sneak up on me? “Let me tell you something! “The Council of Myth has existed for hundreds of years. By now, the Royal Flush has killed Gods of War countless times! “All of them would instantly cower as soon as they heard our weapon’s name!

“Smart. Hide it in habit. That’s how they trained young minds.” “Any major standouts?” I asked. Andy nodded, a little too fast. “The history section.” I raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?” “It’s not just world history. I found timelines on werewolf wars, vampire treaties, coven migrations, hybrid purges… and something that looks like pantheon lore. Like, actual accounts of god and goddess activity.” My lips parted. “Say that again?” He pulled a thin volume off the top of a growing pile and handed it to me. The title was in an old dialect—one I could read only because of the Goddess blood thrumming in my veins. Divine Imprints: The Last Age Before Silence.

“What?” “Yes sir. Apparently, we are her oracles. She made it so I can draw the scene.” I said holding up the drawing pad. “And Liz sees the whole picture as like a video of sorts.” “I never dreamed I’d be alive to see an oracle of the Moon Goddess!” Alpha James exclaimed. “So, you believe us?” Liz asked. “Of course, I do! There are many books that tell of different oracles through the ages and how coveted they are. We cannot let anyone know about you two.”

“We have life.” “Amazon isn’t talking about a place,” he said in a hush. He stooped and picked up the comic. “Amazon’s are warrior women, just like Wonder Woman.” “Wonder Woman?” Patience sounded sceptical. “Well, not exactly like Wonder Woman,” he corrected. “But like the Greek myth. Y’know, Apollo’s race of warrior women?” “Apollo,” she repeated sounding increasingly vague. “I think I preferred it when you were being quiet.” “Rude. Let’s get back to the poem,” he said. “It talked about the Blood of the Amazon, right? Who do we know who is like, you know, a warrior?”

"Why don't these stories exist in real life? God, please, please just once, I wanna experience the fictional world" She squeezed her eyes shut, palms together in a praying gesture, exhibiting her desperation and longing for something impossible. "Mystical world of mystical creatures" That was her favorite comic book of all time, which she had read almost a dozen times by now. Her grandfather had given it to her when she was 7. It was a unique comic, a rare edition to be precise. A big fat book, having nearly 1,000 pages. It held a whole other world inside it. A history book, an encyclopedia containing minute details about the supernatural species. Their origin, abilities, weaknesses, strengt

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.

’ I snorted making the librarian glare at me and giving her an apologetic smile I looked back at Ethan and said, ‘Well I will go now and remember don’t let anyone know and especially don’t tell Cain. Giving me a two-finger salute and with a nod, he immediately left the library as I smiled at his retreating figure. Turning around I sighed looking at the towers of books that I had to look through and already feeling irked I dragged myself towards the shelves that were dedicated to myths and mythologies. Finding a few books on ancient myths related to the moon goddess and a few on demons I carried the books to an open and single round table in one corner of the room. There I spread out the book