Alpine Folklore Novels & Stories

When her brother left, Waverly immediately went back to her research paper about the love potion. She can't believe that she actually researched about witches and witchcraft. Waverly asked her butler to look for some folk healer, a witch doctor or “albularyo” as Filipinos addressed them. Their kinds are the one who practiced folk medicine and use medicinal plants in their trade. They are mostly found in the more rural areas in the country. People claimed that practitioners have supernatural powers that modern medicine does not provide. That said, belief makes them more trustworthy than the modern ones, aside from practicing folk medicine, they are also alleged to practice black magic and cur

Elaria Two days after the auction, Alaric and I were preparing to travel for the tournament at Shadow Woods Mountain. A famous mountain known for its resources which no one could steal. The same mountain harbors the Spring Water Valley. Once done with packing, we begin our journey on a carriage. No cars were allowed to be used to embark to the mountain. Plus, it’s impossible to use a vehicle entirely. At some point, we did have to use horses. It’s quite a long journey as described by Evander.

It became special only because I met Flora there. Alva sighed and replied, "It's a story passed down by word of mouth among werewolves. Your mother's not a werewolf, so she doesn't know, and you wouldn't have known about the legend of Green Jade Mountain. At first, I didn't believe it. But this is true. Once, a strong werewolf went in. He disappeared and never came back." "I'll be prepared," I said. "Leo, the depths of Green Jade Mountain are not something you can go into just by being prepared! It's dangerous there!"

“Well it all started hundreds of years a go when two travellers came to this place and found it deserted not carrying a single kind, they are believed to be the first origin of the moon community since they were the first to settle in this mountain, the two Nikini and Orfilia were the bravest and the strongest ever to ne known though no one really saw them, it is just amythn going around from generations to generations about their existence. They were both females and stayed together in a cage and they did is hunting and surviving all along. One fatefull day as they were out hunting, Nikini came and found a young wolf abandoned in the bushes, she was so pitifull and sympathized with the youn

They were seated in their room, the knowledge of the trial in the morning hanging over their heads. "And who are they?" Alsipin asked. Takaris frowned at him, and he returned it with a baleful glare. "You carry stories of no import and grave inaccuracy too far, brother." There was no surprise at Alsipin's reaction. Like most mysterious things in the realm the black mountain was one shrouded in rumors. And the citizens of the realm had a tendency of attaching the lost to anything ominous enough. And the mountain stood proud up there in the list.

“Alain is here for her. And her only.” “Shit. No way!” “He always finds a way.” Giro clicked his tongue, quite stunned by this revelation. “Cal is evil. A loud evil. But Alain…he’s subtly the greater evil.” “Subtly, yes. That Alpha works secretly and silently in the shadows.” Ansel just finished his wine quietly as he and Giro watched the Healers perform a ritual dance—in their wolf forms—as a thank you to the Moon Goddess. He and Giro has no idea on how they fucking dance in their wolf forms. But it has been done. “The old traditions sometimes don’t make freaking sense!”

The future he saw in his dreams was terrifying–if he didn't heal that man now. *** When Alban was only 15 years old, he got lost in the icy mountains alone in a blizzard. His father, the clan head, had recently died from a serious illness, and he had been crowned the new clan head. But in order to make it official, there was a quest he had to succeed in – which was to go down the icy mountain alone, cross the path of the storm, and pick up a daffodil in the south of the icy mountain. Then he must bring it back home.

He had just returned to the sofa as Annie came in, her glass of wine in her hand. “Can I borrow this?” he asked. “Didn’t think that was your sort of thing.” replied Annie sitting next to him on the sofa. “I’m getting interested after what you told me about the circle, it’s fascinating. So there are folk tales about us?” he asked, flicking through the pages. “Yes, not just us, fae and other supernatural beings too, ever since history began really. Passed down by word of mouth originally and eventually scribes started writing them down. Some ancient texts survive, they mention us specifically.”

On the side, I saw a pole with a sign attached. Alphere Forest Station 6 I stared at the name. Alphere forest? So the place where I am is the Alphere forest. I remember a rumor that this forest was called the Alphere Forest because of the tall trees, and it was a bit dark when you were inside, even earlier. It is said to be crowded and used to be infested by wolves in ancient times. Primitive people's beliefs, of course. So that name was formed to just get used to. They don't know that that's true. The story about our types is true. People had no idea...We actually exist. And we are able to interact with them without them knowing.

So he’d lived through many wars and fallen packs. When I was a pup, he was the one who’d told me about the rogues, witches, and vampires who fought and failed to take the Midnight Pack from the alphas before me. My favorite story of his, though, was the Legend of the White She-wolf. I would always beg Uncle Panton to tell me that one. Something about it fascinated me.