Myths Stories Novels & Stories

He has a wife for crying out loud. "So let's continue from where we stop." Grace said when she saw the handsome newcomer wasn't staring at her. "What's a Myth?" "A traditional story, especially one concerning the early history of a people or explaining some natural or social phenomenon, and typically involving supernatural beings or events." One of the students answered. "That's very nice definition of Myth John." Grace said smiling at John. "So who can explain more of Myth functions?"

She asked. “Um, it can be any myth, right? Anything?” I asked her to make sure. “Any myth can work but it should be mainly from Romans or Greeks” She cleared that for me. “Got it…” I said and leaned back smiling because I already had something in my mind.

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

Every time it was her father’s turn to tell her bedtime stories, he would always tell her the stories of the myths or legends of folklore, which she always enjoyed. Her father said that once upon a time, there was a tribe called the Marinaya tribe. Marinaya tribe comes from the name of the Goddess of Moon that the tribe worshiped. In the Marinaya tribe, there were different groups – the royalties or the family of the tribe leaders, the warriors, the manggagaway (or the sorcerer, or wizard), and the servants.

'Werewolf Mythology : The love story of Lycaon and Lydia'. "You mean Lycaon, the God of Werewolves and Lydia the Noble one? Why would a mythical story be the hint for your vision, besides their supposed love story is just a myth." "You will have to read their story to understand it. My vision included similar situations mentioned in their story. Maybe it's a mythical story which was supposed to happen in the future?" Joan questions. "You mean someone was predicting the future with this myth of a story?" Jade couldn't come to terms with the fact that Joan would believe in such absurd things.

'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) ☀️ ❤❤❤❤

I found my Mate " What!!.. Your Mate is human " " I saw them.. in the depths of the forest.. It is not a myth as I thought " " Its place is in my arms and not among these idiots there! .. and they are not a fairy tale. The werewolf is a pervert.. There are many legends that are told and no one believes them. There are many myths that everyone thinks are myths. Only myths that parents tell their children to scare them.. So that they don't leave the house and stay safe..

"Personally, I like the idea that hope helps us meet the challenges of life, particularly the ills of this world. Regardless, this is the Greek way of explaining why dreadful things happen." "Seems pretty misogynistic to me. Why do the women always get the shaft in these myths?" Dr. Frankler's laughter pealed like bells, making my lips twitch up. "I have to agree with you. Like I said before, women aren't the ones who wrote these stories." "Yeah. Stupid men did. I'd like to hear some myths or fairy tales that a woman wrote."

"I wouldn't be telling you this if not that I know I can confide in you, but you must promise to keep what I am about to say just within us," I heard Silas hiss. "Okay, I promise," he said. "Remember when we were little, you told me about those stories your parents used to tell you… About vampires and werewolves," She explained. "Oh… the false tale. We all know that they are just a myth," Silas made light of it.

“The Chronicles of the Thirteenth Moon. That’s not light reading.” “I was curious about the legend of the Carellos,” she replied softly. “They say they could control everyone and also the realm of spirits.” He turned fully now, walking toward her with a measured step. “Most believe them to be myths. Cautionary tales told to children.” “Do you?” she asked before she could stop herself. He paused a few feet away. “I believe all myths are born from truth. Twisted, forgotten… but never without roots.” Seraphine looked down at the book. “You sound like someone who’s seen those truths.”