Poptropica Mythology Novels & Stories

Raphe panted, sucking in large lungfuls of air, “just happened?” Malcom looked around the clearing, noting for the first time the plants in the clearing: rowan and elder trees in an almost perfect circle around them with foxglove and mistletoe spilling into the small clearing. Gateways into other realms, his grandmother had once told him, sacred to the fairies and sprites and druids of long ago. “I’m not sure,” Malcom clutched the pack tighter. “But I think I know what happened to Poppy.”

The latter seemed to hesistate for a moment before releasing a small sigh as she raised her other hand and pointed it right at the mirror before us that seemed to shift under the assault of her magic to showcase not our reflections but a reel of events that shifted almost like a movie. "Long ago, in an age before creation, there were beings who existed in the beyond. Deities who saw it fit to create the beings that we are today. They have been known throughout history by different names depending on the culture of the people. Zeus, Hades, Poseidon...the gods of Greek, Roman, Irish mythology and beyond. They existed and they created not only the mortals but our kind as well. They are the prog

Mysteria, the magical world of supernatural’s, a realm with the tallest mountains, luscious forests, and precipitous waterfalls. From werewolves and witches to orcs, this enchanted land is the birthplace of imagination. The mystical beings were all made by many different Deities, including those of Selene, Cerridwen, Ogrun, and Valkrim. They fashioned new life forms in their own image to coexist in the realm of Mysteria.

"I'm not sure, and there's nothing for me to theorize with either. The only information we have is that it's capable of calling on divine thunder." Mya heaved a sigh. She did not know whether the stuff spoken in myths was true or not, nor could she verify any of it. Hence, this was the best she could do at that moment. She stood up and said, "Thank you, Professor Cormac. Feel free to contact me if you find any other information. I'm going to go talk to War Legate Draco now." "Of course." Mya left Southrive University. She called Adrian and told him everything she had found. Adrian repeated everything to Rozi after

The following day, Libulan didn’t come. *Lihangin - God of the Wind *Lidagat - Goddess of the Sea to be continued

Mrs Tina asked when she saw a hand up "umm yes Ma" Mary replied"you said the Romans worshipped the gods of Olympus and the gods are said to be immortal .If so then why did Romes civilization fade out of existence with time and where are the gods of Olympus today?" Mary asked "My dear"Mrs Tina replied"the gods of Olympus are just one of humans endeavor to recognize divine beings and to worship them. They are all myths, stories that are meant to be told" Mrs Tina concluded "i wish that were true" I heard Shield say under muttered breath but Loud enough to be heard by the class

My father’s eyebrow shot up in a horrified expression, his mouth twisting in disappointment. “Now, Callista. I know that all of these movies now days focus on Zeus and the Olympian gods and goddesses but you cannot tell me that you never paid any attention when I spoke to you and your brother about the other aspects of mythology. Greek mythology doesn’t revolve around the titans versus the Olympians.” my father’s voice went into his lecturing tone and I had to force myself not to zone out like I did under the usual circumstances. “I’m sorry I didn’t pay attention Baba, I truly am. Please can you teach me about Morpheus?”

Suddenly the dark place became bright. 'Welcome back to The Myth. Choose your character. ' The voice that Leon didn't want to hear the most came back. For whatever sake in this world, Leon regrets creating this game called The Myth. The digital screen has opened in front of him, Leon chooses the character Perseus, because the other characters who are the main gods in Olympus are not yet unlocked or maybe deliberately locked.

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v

Then she raised her hands up, and climbed at her altar, then started some incantation words Abracadabra- -which means my father! Alakazam- -your servant is here again, to acknowledge you and indeed I have worshipped you, and done all sorts of praises. Hocus Pocus - - come!!!!! And show to them that your presence is here, show to them that you're the real Zeus the real god the one that can change all things to be new. Suddenly, a great wind and a big thunderstorm landed in front of them all, they were terrified and as the incident was going on, Aphrodite warned them to still remain focused and anyone that who violates the rules will be taken away by Zeus.