Mythology Fiction Novels & Stories

I want a unicorn. *Silence* "What!?" Unicorn!? (What the fuck? Unicorn? Are you damm serious, woman!?) (But it's what I wanted! Isn't this a survey? Why are you complaining? I love unicorns and Pegasus. What's wrong with that?) Even a freaking Pegasus!? God, this is all Greek Mythology's fault. Those fictions are making her believe in non-existing shits! Well, Hades and Persephone are the exceptions.

"Curiosity is a dangerous thing, Gemini. However, there are times when it's also the key to releasing talent you weren't aware you had." It was true that Gemini was intrigued. The stories GLZ told were full of powerful beings who wielded magic that seemed impossible by today’s standards. Battles that had altered the very fabric of existence, gods, and time-bending creatures were faced by warriors. Even though it was overwhelming, it sparked a deep-seated desire in her to learn more and to figure out how she might fit into the long line of those stories. "What’s real, and what’s just myth?" Gemini asked, hoping for some clarity.

By the time she finished, the candle beside their bed had burned considerably lower, though neither of them had noticed the passage of time. "A Warden," he said finally, testing the word as it might dissolve under scrutiny. "I've read fragments about them in my father's oldest texts. Half-forgotten footnotes, mostly. I always assumed they were myth layered on myth — stories wolves told to explain why the goddess's magic behaves the way it does, not actual beings still walking these territories." "She didn't feel like myth," Selene said, wrapping her arms around herself despite the warmth of the room. "She felt like something that could unmake either of us without effort, if she chose to."

Seeing that she would not give up from siding the night roamer, he decides to tell her a story to compliment her belief. “You know, according to our popular children stories, some believe he is a handsome prince from a far away kingdom made of gold, and enchantment and magic. While others believes he is a demon that haunts evildoers and people of little conscience until they give up their evil ways, or pay for their sins with blood” He narrates, captivating her attention. “Tell me more please?” She pleads with irresistible eyes. “You are in luck, as I am a lover of myth!” he gestures towards a dry piece of log just opposite them.

With a renewed sense of hope, I decided to distract myself until the evening by immersing myself in a book. Reaching for a book on my shelf, a worn-out copy of "Mythology of the Supernatural," I felt a sense of comfort. I had always been fascinated by tales of werewolves and vampires as a child, finding solace in the fantastical worlds they inhabited. Maybe that's why the heavens decided to place me in their midst. I had never thought them to be real. As I flipped through the pages, my mind wandered, imagining myself in the midst of these mythical creatures, too bad I was pretty much me as a human.

Lucian catches a falling star and hurls it back into the sky as a new constellation. Kayo convinces the moon god that stealing the moon is actually his idea. Rowan quotes a footnote so obscure Death forgets why it came. We keep crossing, keep rewriting, keep breaking every legend that was written before we were born. At 00:03 left on the timer, all six stories collapse into one. We stand in the center of the Crucible Ring again, surrounded by the smoking remains of six dead myths. The pedestals are gone. Thunderstrike takes a slow sip of coffee.

Of course, these all are just a myth. Well, it might be (a myth) before. After Stelle was cursed, he now believed that not all fictions are really just fictions. After all, fictions were based on reality, thus they have a factual basis too. So, these fictions might really be true, like the gods. And right now, there is one (god) standing before him. Well, Spade might have been formerly a god after he was punished, but still, he was a god! And Stelle really was amazed.

“Why almost?” She looked at me with surprise. “Are you serious?” When I furrowed my brows and nodded, she said, “The gods are the good guys. They rarely play with the devil who can get into the mind of a weak human and manipulate. You know that.” “I do,” I nodded. “It’s just that I’m still trying to decipher fact from fiction. You have to remember that I wasn’t raised in this reality. My world was the world of the mundane. Much of what you take as fact is taught as fiction amongst the mundane.”

I say, "Something that no-one else knows...." She twists to look up at me, forehead puckering. ".... Tell me something, that when I think about it, will just be mine; a little piece of you that no-one else has." Understanding dawns. Her expression goes distant for a moment, her gaze outward again, and empty; then turning back, she looks up into my face. "When I was a little girl, we didn't have a lot of books, but all the ones we had, I read. And my favourites were always the old myths and fairy tales; stories about Greek and Roman and Egyptian gods, Norse warriors and ice giants in the north, Hans Christian Anderson, Brothers Grimm, all that sort of thing....

His father brought some clarity to him and insisted that it’s a collection of Middle Eastern and South Asian folk tales that were originally published together during the Islamic Golden Age. “Honestly dad, this isn`t a story, I see it more like a biography and a bizarre one of course. Begging a man with one thousand and one stories not to die, is funny. Would you please tell me a story of its own in its own originality? Junior pleaded at the end and for the second time. “But son, I must tell you something. Scheherazade according to myth was a fictional character. A make believe. That is an imaginary character” While laughing with her husband.