Mythology Fiction Novels & Stories

Luciana asked. "Lycans? There should be few here, I guess. I have not seen any one in particular, but I know you can get books on almost everything on this library. Every creatures that ever existed were written about. Some are true stories, some are just myths and legends. I believe you have the wisdom to know the difference." Luciana and Freya looked at each other. They didn't know anything about lycans. How would they be able to differentiate between real stories and myths.

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“He used strong magic casters, and the spell keeping him alive was damn near unbreakable. The Towers were cracking. Things started to happen. Weird shit. Not planes falling out of the sky weird-” “Because there weren’t any planes back then. They would have if there were.” Noah chuckles and nods. “It rained frogs, or birds would attack people, strange beings started to cross realms. Things and creatures I’ve never seen before and we haven’t seen them since. It was a true nightmare world.” “People didn’t notice?” “Of course they noticed, Lyric. Where do you think the mythologies come from? The stories about ghosts and ghouls and swamp monsters.”

But beneath the copper tang of blood and the sour edge of pain was his scent—human. My chest constricted as worry crept in. How could I ever explain what was going on? How did I explain to him that a Goddess bound him to a world that most people dismissed as fairy tales, stories told around campfires, or on pages of old books. Adventures where heroes wielded magic, where creatures defied the rules of reality, where species walked in shadows and light alike, capable of feats that no human could imagine.

I still had a million questions about the prophecy, and I was starting to think there might actually be a chance to fulfill it, even without Rhys. “There’s a lot of folklore in witch settlements,” I started. “We tell a lot of stories about how things used to be before the war. Stories of heroic magic users and even a few stories of shifters and witches working together to appease the gods or defeat the forces of dark magic.” Onyx reached out and placed his hand over mine. I looked at him and smiled weakly.

she asked. "yes, have you heard of them?" Dreya asked. "yes, it's a myth. No one knows if they truly exist. It is said that they are the ones who created us all, vampires, werewolves, demons, witches, humans, fairies etc. They got tired of our excesses and went to the skies to stay. I can't even blame them" "How would Dreya know about them?" Evena wondered. "The king's palace has a very extensive library which contains books about the old gods. He probably learnt about them there" the queen replied.

I know what he is driving at, even though he is reluctant to say it out loud. But the more I think about it, the more absurd it sounds. “So you think the black mist that killed Helen is the same one from the so-called book of Udbhava? Helios…it’s a folklore, a myth that grandparents tell their children on a cold winter’s night for fun and entertainment.” He rubs his chin. “Sometimes, myths come from legends, and legends from history that have long been forgotten.” I have to chuckle. “So I have somehow inherited the black mist that corrupted the world’s first Luna? Helios, this is getting ridiculous –“

I looked out of my window, the darkness of the night covered everything around making me wonder of the unexplainable things it was veiling. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~* The first classes ended with Ms. Brendon's mythological story. Coincidentally, about the God of Love, Eros. It made me curious that whether the Eros in my book was truly a humanly depiction of the God. Strangely, the more I read the book, the less it seemed to be a myth. It was like a story I have heard while growing up. I am slowly loosing my mind. The repetitive face-off with those dreams were slowly blurring my line of reality and imagination. I was starting to think and see things, I could never explain to anyone.

Foster swiftly shutters all the windows, leaving the old infirmary in almost darkness, just as Professor McLaren went beside me. “Are you sure you’re telling the truth?” He asked, but it sounded more like a threat. “Yes, I am. What do you even mean?” I asked, but he didn't answer again. Instead, he let a heavy sigh before looking at me. “You’re not in your world, Blaire. You’re here in Olympus, a world where powers exist.” He seriously said, making it sound like the truth. “You’re crazy,” I unbelievably muttered. “I’m getting out of here.”

Sugar Aquarius looked rather miserable and disappointed. “Yeah… I begin to doubt whether the so-called ‘myth’ in our demons-world is true or not,” muttered Virando with his somewhat gazing stare. “If it isn’t true, why is there a kind of urban-legend or myth like that, Boss? There’s no smoke without fire, isn’t it?” “Perhaps it’s just a fairy tale composed by our ancestors in the past, Aquarius… You know, just a kind of bedtime story from the parents to their children…”