Writing Mythology Novels & Stories

I shook my head slowly, my chest tightening with each passing moment. “Long ago, before the packs, before the kings and councils, the Goddess of the moon created the first wolves from her own breath. They were not just humans who could shift into beasts. They were warriors, guardians—Beings of immesne power. She bound them to the cycles of the sky.” Her eyes darkened. “But as time passed, the bloodlines thinned. The magic faded. Wars broke the packs, kings rose and fell, and the Moonborns… well, they became little more than a myth.” I stared at her, the weight of her words settling heavily on me.

He explained, noting the spark that crossed her eyes as she realized what he was saying. "So you mean the Punic wars were actually wars fought between humans and the supernatural!" She exclaimed, her eyes growing wide. "Roman supernatural, yes." "There are others". "Are you really asking me that?" "Erm, yes." "Did every single mythology leave your head or are you just playing dumb?" "Oh yeah, that's true," she said, hiding her face behind her long raven black hair. "But you said Roman mythology like it was just the Roman gods and goddesses involved."

“Do you know the story of the bloody werewolf rogue that was killed by his alpha? Do you know about that rogue that was hated by all of his pack and all the other packs that no one wanted him at all? Are you familiar with the story, child?” “Remember this always… Once upon a time, the Creator created many beings to occupy the world He perfectly created. Once upon a time, before Adam and Eve were created to live in the Garden of Eden… angels and animals were created first. As well as dragons, werewolves, fairies, elves, dwarves, mermaids, vampires, and any other being that we only thought were just mythical and pure imagination.” That damn thought again. I remember granny again when she was t

Recurring themes in these mythic episodes consist of the conflict between the upholders of maat and the forces of disorder, the significance of the pharaoh in maintaining maat, and the continual demise and regeneration of the gods. The small print of these sacred events fluctuate substantially from one text to any other and regularly seem contradictory. Egyptian myths are especially metaphorical, translating the essence and conduct of deities into phrases that human beings can understand. Each variant of a delusion represents a distinct symbolic perspective, enriching the Egyptians' perception of the gods and the world.

"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.

She’d piqued my interest and, at last, my canines began to pull upwards, and the aching in my jaw settled. “Werewolves, for instance, are forged from pure aggression. They are expert at winding lies into their own mythology – the Curse of the Moon, for example, made people believe that they needed a full moon to shift. They will say anything they can to get what they want. And what they want is… death. Death and destruction, vengeance and power and tyranny.

If I was going to be able to do anything to help, I had to figure out exactly who and what I was up against. Knowledge is power, right? I nodded affirmatively in response to her question. My legs were still bound but my hands had been freed, so I rested them on my lap for a lack of anywhere else to put them waiting patiently for her to tell me whatever it was. “As you wish. First, what do you know about the creation of vampires and werewolves?” Oh, hell. A pop quiz? What was it Iyana said? Definitely should have written it down. “Let’s see… I know there were two brothers, their mother and a woman. Something like they both loved her, and it caused a rift, so the mom got worried. She prayed to

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?”

I furiously denied them, not wanting to believe his words. “Hehe…” he chuckled before walking out of the bar and towards the large couches that were situated at the center of the lounge, “For centuries or more we’ve been in existence. Stories of mythical animals, mythical monsters, and other mythical creatures have been and continued to spread across the world through books, film, television, and many other media sources. Sometimes, you guys portray us as purely symbolic creatures to offer you a closer look at a particular culture’s fears, desires, or values, while other folk tales about cute mythical creatures are based on human nature—or perhaps simply invented to keep your disobedient chi

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.