Mythology Stories Novels & Stories

“I know that too.” “It’s not something you can ignore.” Her patience snapped slightly. “Kael.” Her voice was sharper now. More dangerous. “Stop telling me things I already know.” A beat passed. Then another. And finally… He spoke. “There are stories,” he said. Arin stilled. “What kind of stories?” “Old ones,” he replied. “Older than the kingdoms that exist now. Older than the wars we fight.” Her pulse quickened. “That doesn’t explain anything.”

he said as he smiled at her. She glanced back to him and rolled her eyes then looked back up. “I know a little bit. I like to read all the stories about the ancient Earth gods. They were some mighty strange folks. Like that constellation right there, that’s Antares. It’s my favorite story of all. You see, this gentleman named Orpheus could charm everyone with his magical harp. He could even stop battles with the beautiful music he played on it. One day he married a beautiful woman, I can’t recollect her name, but on their wedding night she was bitten by a snake and died. He had to go all the way to hell to find her soul and bring her back to the land of the living because he loved her so muc

Professor Damaris also said that every Summoner has a spirit animal who can protect and guide them. The Healing Caste is the sixth caste in the Olympus wherein people like Dr. Foster have the ability to heal and revive someone from death. If not so, others from this caste can create different kinds of potions—good potions to be exact. Professor Damaris didn’t elaborate on it because she said that I’m able to know it soon.

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....

Ella was with her peers, in as much as I didn't want to disturb her, I just had to reach out to her to come over to where I sat. "Mummy,” she whispered. Even under the dark skies, I could tell she blushed, it was her first time hearing stories in such a large crowd. “Come over.” I placed a kiss on her forehead, then held her in my arms. “Long ago, in the realm of the gods, the sun god sat on his throne, and the moon goddess sat on hers. We all know the sun god is a twin to the moon goddess, they have equal powers and equal purpose, but the sun god got jealous of the worshipper of the moon goddess. He hated the adoration her loyal servant gave her, and he wanted to stop it…

"She used to bring us here. Tell us stories about the Moon Goddess." I sat down next to him. "What kind of stories?" "The usual ones. About how the goddess chose the first wolves. How she blesses fated mates." Kaelen picked up a fallen flower. "She believed in all of it. The magic. The destiny. The idea that everything happens for a reason." "Do you believe that?" I asked.

The class erupts in laughter. "Hardly." He turns and writes Gilgamesh. "Here, we have the earliest recording in the written word of a werewolf. Gilgamesh spurned a lover because she had turned her mate into a wolf. Though some argue that werewolves are more ancient than 2,800 BC That of Greek mythology with the Legend of Lycaon." I squirm in my chair, itching to open the textbook and take a peek. Greek myths had fascinated me last year, but I didn't recall this story.

WRONG NIGHT As usual the lover were out hunting and had gathered some men to be killed, these men acted very different, they were supposed to welcome their death warmly like others before them, but they began to cry and begging for their life, Oyinda knew something was wrong or maybe it was the Laalu in her that had thought so, but she went on and killed them, Agbara saw it all and felt the pain they felt, he became weak again, and when he narrated the incident to Oyinda, she also feel bad, that night she had a change of mind. THE HAPPY SPELL When the world first began, many other things happened to those humans that had it place in the gods note of history, many thought it never happened an

More blankets are passed around to the children as other young pups come to hear the story. "Long ago, before werewolves and vampires lived, gods and goddesses ruled the earth. They walked like us, talked like us, and ruled the humans. Some could change into animals, some lived in the forest, and others held dark secrets. There was this one goddess who was called Luna Dea, the moon goddess." I paused as their eyes twinkle.

She spoke to him in his language, “They’re treating you like god.” Just as expected. Frankly, Zayn felt rather helpless about it. He suddenly remembered that all sorts of myths were passed down for millennia on earth. He wondered if this was how the myths came to be? When someone showed up with extraordinary abilities and was worshipped as god by the people around him, stories of this event were passed down until it became a myth with passing time. Zayn shook his head as he thought about the situation. He was planning on saying something, but he gave up on the idea after pondering for a moment.