Mythomania Book Novels & Stories

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 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."

The guy stopped at a section that rarely got visits, Ivy didn't recognize the book he runned his fingers through but it was surely a book human dismissed as myths. The section says so. He flipped through it and then replaced it with faint disappointment. “I'm looking for something.” He announced without turning to their direction. " A popular author. Writes about werewolves. Mate bonds. Anything, termed as fated” There was a way he said ‘mate bonds’ that made Ivy's jaw tightened. But she didn't show it, she only found a small smile and offered. “That section’s over there," rising from where she sat “I can help"

Erika couldn't answer what Lei said to the two of them, telling them the real story of the war that had killed Erika's parents. "My niece will help you get over what you're going through with your daddy before I help you awaken your powers. I hope that in time you'll accept who you really are. I know that won't be easy for you," Lei said, turning the book back to normal and handing it to Erika. Lei said that normal people couldn't read what was in the book because the book she gave him was not ordinary. "That book is only for deities except for my niece and I, so we can read it because we're not ordinary," Lei replied.

We began our exploration in the section of myth and fantasy, where we encountered a lower section filled with fantasy tales. However, as we explored higher shelves, we stumbled upon books about "Vampirism, Witchcraft," and other dark subjects. Curiously, it appeared as though a book was missing from this specific shelf. Ignoring it, we continued our search and eventually stumbled upon a book titled "The Reaper of Sanity." "Here it is!" I exclaimed as I retrieved the book. "Oh, no!" Dominic exclaimed, clutching his head. "I need to park the car. You should start reading, I'll be right back." With that, he left me at the table with the book in my hand.

She knew something. My eyebrows arched. “How did you know?” “Haven’t you learned not to ask that kind of question?” “Right. Her father is looking for the lost book, Medea. He said it’s rare, but I have doubts.” I had a feeling she knew something about it, too. So, I’d just ask away. “Was it top secret? What do you think about that book?” “It’s a myth.” “I know about the story or that play.” “No. The book is a myth. The Medea you’re looking for. It’s a secret file to scare mafias.”

He got up and went to one of the shelves before coming back and placing a book in front of me. DESCENDANTS OF THE MOON. -I've seen this title before Aaron had it in his room once when I went to get his breakfast. I looked at Remus with a confused look. “You may find your answer here,” he said, sitting down. “Until recently, we thought it was a myth. That was until the day I felt a great power emanating from you.” I picked up the book and flipped through the pages, looking at it.

She smiled, placing her hands on her waist. "Really? there's a library? Yes!" I clenched my right fist frantically in the air, excitement written all over me. Back at home, A Library was an abomination. I guess I forgot to mention there was a rule about books also? Well, here it goes. Eric had concluded that books lie. He had this ludicrous theory that books trap people. He said it's similar to a disease, a terrible sickness that has no cure. Makes humans rapted in an imaginary world, completely forgetting what reality brings.

With a renewed sense of hope, I decided to distract myself until the evening by immersing myself in a book. Reaching for a book on my shelf, a worn-out copy of "Mythology of the Supernatural," I felt a sense of comfort. I had always been fascinated by tales of werewolves and vampires as a child, finding solace in the fantastical worlds they inhabited. Maybe that's why the heavens decided to place me in their midst. I had never thought them to be real. As I flipped through the pages, my mind wandered, imagining myself in the midst of these mythical creatures, too bad I was pretty much me as a human.

Somebody knew, my mind alerted me. I lifted my gaze to Dom, only to see his brows creased. Had he received the same thing? Oh, I was so dead. He would kill me for this betrayal. Worse, he would blame himself for being so irresponsible. How could I be so irresponsible? Fuck! Seconds later, Dom looked up at me and gritted, “We’re Made-men, for fuck’s sake. Who the hell sends memes to their Consigliere?” I faked a laugh, and he asked, “Did you get the same?”