Mythology Stories Novels & Stories

I left out all the Idris info to him, not knowing if my brother knows him or not. “A Phoenix Aurora? How did you know about them? No one ever speaks of them anymore since they have been extinct for so long.” He looks at me truly puzzled by what I have said. “You see a Phoenix is the Lord of all creation, before everything from the very beginning. Men invented books depicting of a “human god” the all mighty that made everything from nothing. This is not true. The Phoenix, is the most rare mythical creature to have ever lived. Noone has seen one in hundreds and thousands of years, they have the power to build life, the power of true creation. But alas, they have died out a victim of their own

Aurora's words dropped off as she thought. "Water comes up often in myths, Your Majesty. I read earlier about a River of Life." Birger rummaged around and pulled out two books. He opened the first and found the correct page. "Here!" Then the councilman opened the second book. "And this one speaks of a waterfall that renews the earth." "We all need water to live," Aurora reasoned. "It would make sense that people would make up stories about such a necessity." Birger frowned, "But every myth grew out of a grain of truth, or at least what someone believed to be true. What if the fountain, the waterfall and the river… what if these places of healing really exist?"

Her son Hephaestus tried to release his mother from her humiliating position, for which Zeus threw him out of heaven, and his leg was broken by the fall. Please be aware that the tales above aren't owned by the writer. These are researches carried out by the author in order to give you a clearer understanding on what may come and future plots of the book. Researches I mean does not involve plagiarism of another individuals work or just a quick copy and paste search. What has been written above have various connections to Born By Power. Most of the tales told above are direct stories from the original myth and are implemented into serving fittings for Born By Power (Time Uprise of Time or The

"That's creppy as fuck." I roll my eyes, forcing myself not to smile. "Anyway, apparently Zeus split them into two separate beings because he was afraid of their power. After he did that, however, he condemnded them to spend their lives in search of each other." I finished. "I always really loved that myth." "It's nice." he replies and starts digging into his pockets. "Shame it's not real though." I frown at him. "Oh, shush. It might be. Don't ruin my pretty story for me."

Today he helped her pour her water in the bath then sat back on his heels waiting for her to mix the bath salts and sink into the tub first before sliding closer to her. He held the edge of the tub and looked at her with adoring eyes. She came to understand that he did not desire her he merely thought she was the smartest and most beautiful person ever. He reminded her every time of Strukus who thought she held the world in her hands. She smiled at him. "What stories do you have for me today?" She asked him. "The story of the goddess and the god killer. They fell in love." She laughed. He always loved romantic stories. In his own world gods never fought they only fell in love and had childre

"Very much like it. I've often wondered if that myth was based on the sharum." "Pandora's jar. Now a Phoenix? What's up with you and Greek myths?" "Seems like a bit of a coincidence, doesn't it?" she said, winking at me. "But perhaps the Greeks took some of their legends from living ulami? Perhaps a ulami helped write these stories. Who knows?" I felt Zander's eyes on me, but I didn't meet them. "Pandora's jar?" he asked privately along our mental path. "I'll explain later. It's no big deal."

“You must be extremely careful. You never know what kind of magic may be inside, and what gods we’ll upset if any pages are torn.” He’d said it in jest, of course. At least I thought so at the time. But he’d been right to be careful with the massive text. Inside were stories of a land lost to time, each page illustrated with great care and skill. Myths and legends of the old gods and goddesses and their trials, stories of their people, their subjects, their heroes and enemies. And their beasts.

“Luna, Musu is here to see you.” Tyree peeks into the suite. I look at the clock and realized I lost track of time reading books with Greek mythology stories to the twins. “Oh, please, send her in!” I put a bookmark in the story about one of the Fates, Clotho, helping Hermes create the alphabet and smooth out the bedsheets so there is room for her to sit and meet the twins.

Everything was ruined the moment I pursued traces of the Promised Land. Inasmuch as I hate to admit this, I am not an Elder God. I wasn't alive during the time Odin unified the 1st Heaven and conquered Yggdrasil. I wasn't present when Zeus felled Cronos and rose to the seat of godking of the 2nd Heaven. And I definitely wasn't alive when Seth slaughtered his entire family. To me, these things were legends; they were myths. And honestly, I never believed any of them. After all, these people were gods like myself. I knew that I definitely couldn't do the things that they had done, so how could they? Surely the rumors about them were exaggerated and their lores overstated. At least, that's what

And right now, she's reading Michael's birthday present to her: Greek Myth and Legend. Feet up, stretched out on the settee in front of the fire, she couldn't look happier.... Well, maybe there's one way.... I nudge up her feet to sit beside her. "Which story are you reading?" "The one about how Heracles wrestled with Achelous and broke off his horn and created the cornucopia.... The horn of plenty." She dimples happily and there's a merry little twinkle in her eye. Is that some kind of hint?