Myths Stories Novels & Stories

"Then tell a story and let's hear it!" Lambert said seriously, which made it hard for Lydia to refuse. She pursed her lips. "What kind of story do you want to hear?" "What can you tell?" "I know a bit about fairy tales, Greek myths, and ancient legends..." "Then you know quite a lot. Well... then tell a war story." Lydia widened her eyes and looked at him suspiciously. "Are you doing this on purpose? There is no such option!" "No. It seems that you don't know that many stories." "..."

Mufasa explained. “The story passed on to become a myth after a lot of parents figured it gets children to quickly fall asleep or at least, stay quiet in bed for fear of the firewolf passing by to see if they're awake. Those children grew up and most of them retold the story to their own kids. And so the line went on until it became a strong myth. But in this modern age, myths are being forgotten so little to nobody knows about the firewolf.” The men exchanged looks between each other.

“Why did you let Michael know you existed? Why did you have to stay on the boat? Why couldn’t you have stayed in the ocean where you belong and where none of us would be the wiser?” No adult in this world would have believed Michael’s story if it had come out. Adults never did. Eventually, Michael would have forgotten about her or have come to think of her as an odd dream he’d had as a child— after all, who didn’t believe in mermaids and fairies and unicorns at some point in their lives? It had happened before. That was how the myths had started in the first place. Some Human had written down a child’s recol¬lection and called it a fable.

Danika asked. "Yes, she is," Reginald responded. "Thank you, moon goddess, I would have regretted my whole life," Danika said. "Danika?" Beatrice called out. Danika stared at Beatrice. "What if I tell you that myths are true?" "Funny… myths are folklores just to entertain you and shoot you into fantasy and nothing more," Danika responded. "You shifted late right?" Beatrice asked. "Yes, I did." She answered. "At the age of 16?" Beatrice asked.

She laughed and thought to herself "my weakness is teachers". -Well, I already told you my whole life story. Of course, when she told her life story she didn't include Gabriel. -Well look my life is not that interesting it is very common I have a family that does not live here my family is European I came to visit this country and I stayed here my family is a very traditionalist family they come from time to time to see me and I also go there from time to time I have two more brothers they live with my parents and I am a professor at several universities, so as you see my life is not very interesting.

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.

I said to her. “When I was a little girl, my grandmother would always tell me stories, like fairytales. Her stories though were about werewolves, ghouls, fairies and nymphs. She spoke about them like they were real, like they lived among us. I’ve always been a believer because of her,” Anna said. “I don’t know about ghouls, nymphs and fairies,” I said. “You didn’t mention werewolves,” she said softly. “You know those are only stories, right?” I said to her.

she asked, clearly bracing for the worst. “Yes,” I said. “But later. As a treat.” Naomi groaned theatrically. “You lied,” she hissed. “We’ll start with stories,” I said. “Real ones. Some might be scary in parts. Some might be sad. But we’re telling them so you know where you come from. So no one can tell you lies and make you afraid on purpose.” I took a breath. “Who’s heard of the curse?” I asked. Almost every hand went up.

He raised his eyebrows at me as he spoke. “What makes you say I’m broken-hearted?” I asked. “Well my gorgeous she-wolf, I can sense it. I’m a siren after all.” He leaned in and whispered in my ear. “Bullshit. Sirens are a myth.” “We most certainly are not. We just exaggerated the stories about ourselves so that humans wouldn’t come hunting.”

"I wanna know more about it." "What?" "Myths." He sat up and turned to look at her, his gaze tinged with a mixture of incredulity and confusion. "You came all the way here to ask me about this?" "Yes. I believe in them, and you seemed to know a lot about the things that I don't," she said bluntly. "Why do you believe in them when nobody else does?" "Why can't I believe in them when nobody else does?" Miracle shrugged. "Humans think myths are lies."