Mythomania Book Novels & Stories

Slowly, deliberately, I opened it. Greek mythology. My breath caught. The cover was glossy and new. I flipped it open, the pages crisp beneath my fingertips, the scent of fresh paper and ink rising up, familiar and comforting. Only Damian knew. Only Damian knew how I’d always lost myself in these stories, gods and mortals, tragedies and triumphs, flawed heroes and inevitable endings. How I found comfort in myths that never pretended happy endings were guaranteed. A warmth spread through my chest, tender and bittersweet all at once.

"What are you reading?" Glancing up from the thick pages, I see Sebastian standing in front of me. My mind is so consumed with the stories that I did not notice him come in, which is rare. "This book about myths. Henry told me about it since he found my ability in it." "And what myth are you?" He sits down beside me as I flip back to the page. "It's called The Daughters of the Moon Goddess." I hand him the book, and he looks over the pages. "Some of it is true, but most of it is not."

"You may sit Mr. Wilson. How about you Ms. Kingston? Why don't you tell us something about your book ?" I stood up and wetted my lips while looking at the cover of the book in question. "It's called the Myth of The Broken Throne." "Very well, what's it about? "It's starting with the history of the supernaturals and the birth of the werewolves. The Cerulean clan and the Royals --" "I guess you still don't know what the myth is about." "No, I don't. " "Then what have you thought about the book till now? Did you get any interesting mystery, you would like to share with us?"

Maybe this was also the reason the witch used the death of Father as a warning to what would come if I do not find my way to the waterfalls. I blinked at the moon, forcefully tearing my eyes from it. I did not want this feeling to continue. Whatever was true, I am a demon and I should accept that! My eyes drifted to a gray book that lay on the stool beside the window— at the bottom of my bed. Its roughly worn out hardcover carried the words inscribed in threadbare golden stitches, which simply stated, ‘U-turn from Myths’. Until today, I still did not understand how the title related to the book as it told about myths, legends, and folktales instead of stating why one should ‘U-turn from Myth

My lips twisted. I flipped through several more pages, skimming for new details and new hooks I could sink my teeth into. There wasn’t much more about Elyra specifically. There are plenty of vague threats about witches in general. But no clear *how* to undo what she’d done. Of course not. The people who wrote this liked to catalog disasters, not solve them. Frustration surged. I pushed the heavy book away and dragged the thinner, darker‑bound volume toward me—“Northern Lore,” Rowan had called it.

I lived it. I flipped frantically to the center of the book to find this prophecy, but my fingers hit a sharp, jagged edge. The page had been ripped out. It was a clean, intentional cut. On the tiny sliver of paper left in the binding, I could just barely make out a few words in a dark, ink-stained script: “...the human mate would be the only one to stop the reincarnation of The Myth.” My blood ran cold. Why would a "fiction" book be censored so violently?

he said, smiling widely. "Oh," Maya exclaimed softly as she reached for the books, and searching through them, she still could not find anything captivating. "I don't think books are..." She began to say, but stopped when a book with red paperback caught her eye. It had a picture print of an ancient emperor, and a goddess looking at each other. Her heart tugged at the sight of the book. The legend of the emperor and his goddess, the title of the book read. She turned the back of the book reading through the synopsis. Their love was forbidden, but they fought to the very end to have it all. "You were the cause of Killian's dethronement?" Zing asked in surprise on their way back to the pack ho

Hundreds of thousands of years later, Lycanthropes still roamed the earth, disguised as humans and could morph from man to monster at will. To look through the book and see detailed explanations of physical traits such as immense strength, one could be persuaded to believe that what the author was saying was true. If I believed in conspiracy theories, I might would have considered believing it myself. I sighed before closing the book. No matter how much I tried to distract myself with fairytales, I couldn't keep my mind from wondering to Cain. If I was honest with myself, I needed to focus on finding my grandfather for more than just the purpose of finding him. needed the distraction. Which

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He was dressed in a blue robe, and he was sitting in a chair, reading a book. "I love to read," I said. "Then, allow me to show you something special," the man said. He stood up and walked over to the shelves. He pulled a book off the shelf and handed it to me. The cover was a deep red, and it had gold lettering. It was titled "The Book of Dreams." "This book contains every story ever told," the man said. "Every fairy tale, every myth, every legend. It's all here, waiting for you to read it."