Writing Mythology Novels & Stories

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

“Your soul has been split into four parts. His soul was split so he would never have a pack following him. Of course, that was the idea. Magic and werewolves always seem to have a way around these annoying little rules, much like the moon goddess found her own way. "How did she find her way?" I ask. “Well, she needed to be in exile too and have her own punishment to escape,” he replies. I feel like my whole life has been a lie, every class I've taken in school, every book I've read in the Ravensword pack are nothing but lies, and they've been told to me for so many years. “The exiled gods made the werewolves. “I never knew that. It wasn't what they taught you in school,” I reply.

It was about how technology—social media platforms, forums, and even memes—had changed how myths and folklore were disseminated. How these once remote and isolated stories had become global narratives, and what that meant for the ideas they contained. I felt a smile cross my face. The topic was oddly fitting, considering the recent intersection of Lexi's academic research and her unwitting entanglement in a world that was the epitome of living folklore—my world.

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.

Might as well rip the band-aid off now. “How much of Greek mythology, is actual mythology?” I asked. “Most of everything in Greek mythology is real. The only two creatures that no longer exist are dragons and unicorns. Everything else is real.” Chris answered. The look that Kaelayni and Mykynzye shared did not escape me. I have a feeling that maybe what Chris just told us might not be as true as he thinks. Although that also makes me wonder why they would hide something from him. That is a discussion for another day. Rafail had talked with his cousin. Novi was on his way here. He did tell Rafail that he had someone that he needed to stop by and check on. Rafail had told him not to rush. Dont

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.

Some parts were written in a language she didn’t recognise—but somehow… She could understand it, not perfectly and not everything, but enough as it spoke of beginnings, of creation, of power and of her. Zoe’s breath would catch every time she turned a page. Stories of the Moon Goddess creating wolves, stories of balance between light and darkness and then, there was something else, buried deep in the book, a warning, a legend and about a being born not of one ... but of many.

In the end, he concluded that someone was playing tricks because he didn’t believe that in this era and this technically advanced Century, they still have those superstitious beliefs and tricks. He was never a believer of those, so he felt these things were from the hands of someone, a human-made foolproof plan, but he doesn’t know for whom this plan was made, for them or for others, where they invited themselves to fall in this pit. So after coming from their wild dinner, they all sat leaning on the trees, but they didn’t go away but sat in the big group, in fear of being left alone. Because they have a shadow in their heart that if they are alone, they will be the food of wild animals.