Black Shuck Myth Novels & Stories

He saluted him. "I did not expect to meet you in the middle of the ocean. What are you doing here?" Lord Baruna asked. "I just wanted to go to Swarnadwipa. But suddenly a storm came and maybe it was brought by the black Makara." Spirit Aji Sangkala explained. "That black Makara is my lost vehicle. I'm sorry if he troubles you." Dewa Baruna smiled. The black Makara continued to struggle as its neck was being strangled. It wriggled and created huge waves in all directions. Black Makara's anger made the ocean even more turbulent.

He walked out of the cabin and was about to take over the task of steering the boat from Eira when water lapping sounds started coming from nearby at that moment. “Swoosh!” The seawater’s sounds were strange. Ambrose subconsciously looked to the sea. He was instantly stunned as what he saw made him shudder and gasped! Uh…uh… At that moment, Ambrose’s jaw dropped as he thought he was hallucinating. He then rubbed his eyes with a face full of shock! He saw thousands of sailing ships majestically sailing nearby on the sea. It was indeed more than a thousand of them! Those sailing ships were flying a black flag with a white shark embroidered on it. The contrast of the black and white was jarring

From the time he was an orphan to now, when he had found his true family. "I'm sorry, miss, that's not what I meant. This is about the sea of fog leading to the main continent. It is rumored that there are monsters living above the ninth level of the Sky Emperor Realm. And, I really want to ask for help from the seniors or masters of the ship to take us to the main continent. I promise to pay you a high price!" The elderly woman explained her purpose and something that the Hua ancestors might not have been able to predict.

"If you keep on believing that, Prince Hudson, then I'm sorry but I can't help you." "Hmm," I grunted as a small smile spread across my face. I opened my mouth to say something but then paused. The elder saw this and I instantly saw a flash of curiosity in his eyes. He knew that I had something to say. Deciding to take my opportunity by the throat, I grunted and said, "maybe it's a myth, maybe it's not. But let's say it is real. The possibility of that even working is going to be low." "Of course, it will be," Elder Hugh said with a throaty chuckle, one that resulted into a cough. After he had calmed down, the old man continued, "how will the possibility of your plans working when what you p

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.’”

Tasha is about to open her mouth to contradict him when he says, “Tasha, listen to me. Carl wants the book for the ritual but did you find anything about the incarnation ritual in it?” “No. That’s why I am confused.” “Of course. It’s because it’s a myth.” “Vampires are also a myth according to common people,” she says reasonably, “how do you know it’s not true?” “Because I started that myth,” he says simply. “You started it? I don’t understand. Why? How?”

She glanced at him as her finger lingered on Siren's Gulley. He made a face. He had known that's where she would be heading with this. He grumbled to himself looking at it. She was right. It would be the only way to catch up. "What?" She asked, turning to face him. "The men won't like it." He said a growl in his voice "Why?" She almost laughed. "I don't know about your father but most sailors are very superstitious. There's a legend saying that no ship has made it through that gulley. Some say sirens others talk about scattered storms." He shrugged.

If he could find the beast's name, he could perhaps find a way of defeating it—a grand alternative to giving it the one thousand lives it demanded. He had wondered sometimes if anyone remembered the days when the name The Black Hind sent fear into sailors' hearts, whether their fate had been recorded like that of the Flying Dutchman. Still, it hardly mattered. His mind was already too distracted. Damn mortals. "I don't know about you, lad, but as far as I am aware, bears can't survive being crushed between a ship and a wall." He answered softly, in no mood to joke or argue, especially with one who invaded his sanctuary. "Now leave me be. I'll see you're kept busy, and if you have any sense,

I said. Now my friends started climbing the ladder one after another. One by one, they all reached the deck. We all were wearing similar fur coats, tight pants and high boots because there was a rumour that The Great Black Sea has cold weather. We were all on the deck, looking at our beloved people. Wait, I did not have one. My beloved people were with me. They pulled the weights out, and the ship started moving. The land was getting far and far away. The king looked at the ship until the very last moment before it vanished. "Do you know who is a real hero?" He asked his minister Induvir.

Anthony scowled, shouting at Adrian, "You’re the one who probably brought the ghost here! I've been working on this route for decades and have never encountered such a situation before!" Anthony's dissatisfaction peaked. One of the passengers jumping overboard last night had almost ended his career. Although that incident had a good outcome, in the end, he was still shaken. To top it off, such a bizarre thing had occurred. There were many legends about the fierce sea and plenty of stories containing ghosts and monsters. Anthony believed them to all be nonsense though. He had worked in this line for decades and had never seen a so-called “vengeful spirit.” It wasn't until Adrian arrived that