Black Shuck Myth Novels & Stories

"Also one about shapeshifters." "I have something for you. Today's children just don't like to read about their hometown, and they call everything a myth. But not everything is just a fantasy or a tale from madmen. You and I, we were proof enough." Mama Bora said with a frown. "Arthur, some tales are not just tales to entertain. Some myths are more than just myths. Some happened here, then, and happening here, now. Some darkness always lingers and something beyond human conception walks around, but science haven't have answers for so many, and only deep faith can restore humankind from destruction. There are powers, there are shadows, and then there is light. To look at it, one's eyes must s

There it was—an unmistakable outline that sent chills down her spine: a rival pirate vessel, its black flag snapping proudly in the rising wind, a blood-red skull etched into the fabric—a symbol of doom that heralded chaos and violence. The crew reacted as if electrified, a chorus of panic and determination flooding the air around her. “It’s Blackbeard’s ship!” another crew member shouted, eyes wide as fear laced through their voice. The notorious captain was infamous for his ruthless tactics, and the bloodlust that accompanied his crew was legendary. “We’re outnumbered!”

A creature with pitch-black fur stood on all fours, its head raised as if it were staring directly at her. Maera's eyes widened, her body freezing in shock. ‘No, this isn’t real,’ she murmured to herself. “Grim, or the Black Shuck—an omen of death.” Maera recalled her best friend's words from the other day. ‘No. That’s just a wild dog, not Grim,’ she whispered to herself and hastily slammed the window shut. “Nothing bad is going to happen to me or Grandma. Everything’s going to be fine. It was just a wild dog, not Grim,” Maera whispered again, trying to convince herself.

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.

I felt like a ship adrift in a vast sea, tossed about by the waves of uncertainty, with no lighthouse to guide me toward the shore. As the days turned into weeks, my soul grew weary. The whispers of doubt that had once been mere murmurs now screamed in my ears, drowning out any remnants of faith I had left. The Moon Goddess, once a beacon of possibility and connection, now seemed like nothing more than a fanciful tale—a myth woven by desperate souls seeking solace in the face of their own suffering.

However, Yvayn was in no hurry to leave home. He has heard his father tell of his Anointment journey countless times. Myllyof delighted in telling the story, especially the part about almost being lost at sea during a huge storm. He admitted to his son that he thought they were all going to die when the winds blew them near the sharp rocks off the coast southwest of Careath. One time in the telling he also admitted that he did not want to go at first but went because his father made him. He would conclude that no real journey was ever done without some danger and told Yvayn that the fear of death was what kept them working hard to pull the ship to safety. From that time on Myllyof always pre

I muttered gulping in air. "Well, what happened with you!!" The guy who had helped me asked. "I can't really say but a beast attacked me while I was foraging for food" I replied hoping they bought my lie. "A beast??? What do you mean by a beast??" Someone asked amongst the others. "According to ancient myths, there lives a beast in the deepest part of the forest, they are called the RAGUS. It's just a myth and no one has ever come across it" A girl in glasses explained.

I was nothing if not practical, so I would use every shiver and whimper to my advantage – no matter how much it hurt me. “That’s the thing.” Ethan traced little circles on the backs of my hands with his thumbs. “It is just an idea. I’ve never heard of it happening for real. It’s a myth, that’s all.” I nodded along with him. “But what if it isn’t?” “Isn’t what?” I frowned.

Don't ever ever swim your tail to the Grey ditch which is every mer-being's death zone. The way she demonstrated and squeezed her face frightened the students. She told them about the myth surrounding the Grey ditch. It was a very deep ditch that had the power to pull any creature to itself. No matter how fast the creature could swim, when the force of the ditch hit it, it will fall into it and never return.

I watched her fade because I could not find the blood of the Ancient known as ‘The Myth. I felt a pang of sorrow for Alexander. The book went on to describe the tragedy of "The Myth." He had been the King of all Alphas, a being of such power that his blood was rumored to have magical properties, it could heal any wound and even bring a wolf back from the brink of death.