Novel & Cerita Stories Mythology

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.

"So who can explain more of Myth functions?" "Myth has two main functions, The first is to answer the sort of awkward questions that children ask, such as 'Who made the world? How will it end? Who was the first man? Where souls go after death?'...The second function of Myth is to justify an existing social system and account for traditional rites and customs. In ancient Greece, stories about gods and goddesses and heroes and monsters were an important part of everyday life. They explained everything from religious rituals to the weather, and they gave meaning to the world people saw around them." All students turned their heads to look shockingly at Damien who answered the question.

Talk of ‘spirits separated from their bodies’ reminded him of Ashkan and the ruined remains of the other men. “All myth starts as story,” said the driver. “Sometimes we call the story history, sometimes religion, eventually it all becomes myth. Beneath every myth is an ancient tale, a hidden belief that gives shape and form to every god that’s ever received a prayer on a dark and lonely night.” “Okay, now you’re getting wa-ay deep. Does this ‘ancient belief’ have a name then?” “It’s had many names, in every language ever spoken. Some call it ‘the Oldest Truth,’ others—the ‘Faith that Came before Man.’”

'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.

she shrugged. “I guess that is an interesting thing,” I nodded. “Do all kids her age know this type of stuff?” I asked, looking at Logan on my left. “Not really. Just Hana. She found some mythology books in my father's library when she was five and read them with as much fever as she does fairy tales,” he shrugged. “Mythology is just older fairy tales. They are interesting. And well, I mean, I’m being raised by werewolves. So unlike most humans, I know magic is real. So it’s fun to read and wonder what’s real and what’s fake,” Hana shrugged.

Lucian catches a falling star and hurls it back into the sky as a new constellation. Kayo convinces the moon god that stealing the moon is actually his idea. Rowan quotes a footnote so obscure Death forgets why it came. We keep crossing, keep rewriting, keep breaking every legend that was written before we were born. At 00:03 left on the timer, all six stories collapse into one. We stand in the center of the Crucible Ring again, surrounded by the smoking remains of six dead myths. The pedestals are gone. Thunderstrike takes a slow sip of coffee.

Luciana asked. "Lycans? There should be few here, I guess. I have not seen any one in particular, but I know you can get books on almost everything on this library. Every creatures that ever existed were written about. Some are true stories, some are just myths and legends. I believe you have the wisdom to know the difference." Luciana and Freya looked at each other. They didn't know anything about lycans. How would they be able to differentiate between real stories and myths.

Although this information is well known, mythicals are still a mystery to the rest of civilization, if encountered, don’t stare into its gaze. HM, what bullshit. Slamming the book, I huff before pushing it away from me and stare at it while it joins the other books on the floor. I stand and stretch my legs that have been sitting under me for the past 2 hours. This library might be helpful at times, but comfort is definitely not one of its strong suites.

"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." "..."

Slowly, deliberately, I opened it. Greek mythology. My breath caught. The cover was glossy and new. I flipped it open, the pages crisp beneath my fingertips, the scent of fresh paper and ink rising up, familiar and comforting. Only Damian knew. Only Damian knew how I’d always lost myself in these stories, gods and mortals, tragedies and triumphs, flawed heroes and inevitable endings. How I found comfort in myths that never pretended happy endings were guaranteed. A warmth spread through my chest, tender and bittersweet all at once.