Myths Stories Novels & Stories

Asking about it again was like setting herself up for a teasing Kihara cleared her head. Lady Walter was talking. “Humans have their myths and folklores.” Lady Walter was saying. Kihara nodded, smiling as her thoughts caught up to the new topic. Werewolves used to be one of those myths, until they -humans- found out the creatures are not only born of the imagination, they actually existed. “Well, so do werewolves.” At Kihara’s look of surprise, Lady Walter scoffed. “What? You don’t think we have our own stories that we tell our children? Every culture has it’s own boogie man to scare the kids into behaving. We had ours.”

’ He sniffled. ‘Maybe I can find a way to fix that, too,’ I muttered, scanning the pages of an ancient, dusty book I’d found buried in Moon Chasm’s library. I didn’t find anything. There were old fairy tales, so old they barely seemed recognisable anymore, that spoke of affronted gods casting down their children and making the first wolves. Some were classic tales, like the one about three pups going too near a river and being turned into toads to save them from drowning; others were cautionary tales, warning young wolves away from humans and forbidding any sort of romances between us and them – all in a fun, rhyming sort of way, of course.

“You’re not going to like the answer.” “Try me.” For a moment, Cassian seemed to consider walking away, then he spoke. “There are stories.” The entire courtyard went quiet again. Stories older than the packs, older than the Council, even older than recorded history. Most people consider them myths. “What kind of myths?” Lyra asked. “The kind people stop believing because the truth is terrifying.” Nobody liked that answer but unfortunately, he continued anyway. “There was once a bloodline that didn’t answer to Alphas.” The crowd exchanged looks, impossible some murmured. Every wolf answered to an Alpha.That was how their world worked.

Instead, because rationality had been quietly losing ground for days, I heard myself say, “Folklore.” Judith’s brows rose just slightly. “Local?” “And… broader.” I tried to sound casual. “Wolf myths. Shape shifter stories. That sort of thing.” Judith did not laugh. That, somehow, was worse. She only nodded and came around the desk. “Back left corner. Mythology, regional legends, comparative folklore. We also have some fiction if you want the less academic versions.” Less academic versions. Like I was shopping for bedtime stories instead of trying to decide whether my life had cracked open into impossibility.

She gritted form her teeth. Abram move closer to stare at the legendary king and queen of Zhatiera and the ruler of all Khiones. They are considered as bedtime stories, a made up legend made to scare children from roaming at night or do bad things. Stories has it they were awful, evil creatures with horrible disfigured face and monster like body that could rip a person to shreds and even eat them when they are terribly hungry.

Another woman remembered her long dead husband who died fighting to protect their home from the humans long ago. "The stars? Isn't that a legend? A sea of souls lighting up the night sky?" "I've always wanted to see the sun." "I heard there's massive lakes above that takes months to cross by boat to the other side!" "I remember hearing about that! I think they called them oceans!" To the older generation it was a sweet memory that almost felt as though it were nothing more than a long lost dream. To the younger generation it was a mystery of longing. Stories passed down by their families. The younger people always felt like the stories were just too good to be true. In their mind the world a

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.

“My friends, our journey is long. Let’s save this for another day, would everyone agree?” After a pondering pause, all heads nodded in agreement. “Now, I have a story to tell.” He scooped a blue powder and tossed it into the bonfire. “Once upon a time….” The flame burst again, but this time, fiery images of animals, humans, and landscapes appeared. From the Greek heroes like Perseus and Jason, the adventures of Thor and Loki, and to the African spider god, Anansi, which was our first time hearing it, every story he told was brought to life by the flame.

Aurora's words dropped off as she thought. "Water comes up often in myths, Your Majesty. I read earlier about a River of Life." Birger rummaged around and pulled out two books. He opened the first and found the correct page. "Here!" Then the councilman opened the second book. "And this one speaks of a waterfall that renews the earth." "We all need water to live," Aurora reasoned. "It would make sense that people would make up stories about such a necessity." Birger frowned, "But every myth grew out of a grain of truth, or at least what someone believed to be true. What if the fountain, the waterfall and the river… what if these places of healing really exist?"

I muttered gulping in air. "Well, what happened with you!!" The guy who had helped me asked. "I can't really say but a beast attacked me while I was foraging for food" I replied hoping they bought my lie. "A beast??? What do you mean by a beast??" Someone asked amongst the others. "According to ancient myths, there lives a beast in the deepest part of the forest, they are called the RAGUS. It's just a myth and no one has ever come across it" A girl in glasses explained.