Mythology Stories Novels & Stories

'Myths are different than fairy tales or legends. Legends are stories based in history and are more or less true. Myths, on the other hand, are stories containing a deeper truth—stories that transcend time. If you were to travel the world, you would find myths that are remarkably similar to one another—stories of heroes fighting the darkness with the light.' ❤❤❤❤ ☀️MY RAE OF LIGHT (Part Two) ☀️ ❤❤❤❤

Gabriel would kill me if he knew. “Well there are a lot of myths and stories told for so many generations and cultures I’d like to believe those kinds of things are true. There are dragon stories from Chinese mythology and then you have the medieval knights fighting dragons. Sometimes I wish I was there to witness for myself what these people were actually seeing for those kinds of myths to told for so long. It’s very interesting.”

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.

"Hello I am Cupid the god of Love, and I am here to help you find your special person, thank you for agreeing to my assistance" She stood there with a wide eyed, opened mouthed stare. He chuckled at her and continued "There are some rules to our agreement. You can not tell anyone that I am helping you. If you do, all the blessings of love will be stripped from your soul forever. You can not tell anyone about me and my powers, if you do, the blessing of love will be stripped from your soul forever. Last but not least, you can not refuse my assistance from this point forwards. The hands of fate will not be allowed to change once I have set them on a course."

But he knew nothing about my history. My dad was of the royal bloodline. Whose rule ended hundreds of years ago when a wolf caused havoc in the world. The Prophesy as they call it. When they knew very little about it. My grandmother used to tell me a very old love story. And I used to listen to her like an excited child. The story was passed onto us by our forefathers. The story which few like me belived was true. The story of love between the god of death , Than and the goddess of moon, Selene.

A myth, a story to give a man status beyond mortality. ‘Werewolves, Fae, Dragons, Mermaids-’ he starts and I hold up a hand, cutting him off. It’s too much. ‘You’re a werewolf?’ I stare at him.

Stories that are waiting for the right wolf to tell them. I smiled. "Then I will tell them." I gathered the wolves of Silvermoon in the great hall. "I have found the first story," I said. "The tale that started everything. But there are other stories. Stories that have not yet been told. Stories that are waiting for us to tell them." The wolves listened, their eyes bright with curiosity. "These stories are the future. They are the tales of wolves who have not yet been born, worlds that have not yet been created, possibilities that have not yet been realized. They are waiting for us to bring them into being."

'I bet there are thousands of mythological books' I thought, I looked around as much as I could while Hades carried me. ''You love books, don't you?'' He commented as he weaved his way through shelf after shelf of books, following Lachesis. ''No, just mythological books,'' I replied ''The underworld is the source of all mythological books and stories.'' Hades huffed. ''Are you not serious?'' I asked in disbelief. ''Do you know the myth of Cerberus?'' He asked. ''Of course. He's the Greek hellhound. It's one of the most famous myths'' I replied.

Unity and harmony flourished, and the beings of different realms came together, forming friendships and alliances that transcended boundaries. One day, as the hero wandered through the bustling streets of The Enchanted Realm, they encountered a group of young beings gathered around a storyteller. The storyteller was regaling them with tales of the hero's epic journey, the battles fought, and the sacrifices made. The young beings listened with wide eyes, captivated by the tale. "And that, my dear young ones," the storyteller said with a flourish, "is the tale of the hero who embraced their destiny and brought light to the darkest corners of The Enchanted Realm and beyond."

I smile at the intrigue on their faces, and I continue "Legend has it that when Zeus was offered a banquet prepared from the remains of a sacrificial kid, Lycaon, the son of Pelasgus, enraged the god. Zeus, who was furious, punished Lycaon by turning him and his sons into wolves. Early Norse folklore also introduced werewolves. A father and son found wolf pelts that could transform people into wolves for ten days, according to the Saga of the Volsungs. The father and son team put on the pelts, changed into wolves, and then went on a murderous rampage in the woods. When the father struck his son and fatally wounded him, their rampage came to a stop. Only because a friendly crow offered the fa