Black Shuck Myth Novels & Stories

I know what he is driving at, even though he is reluctant to say it out loud. But the more I think about it, the more absurd it sounds. “So you think the black mist that killed Helen is the same one from the so-called book of Udbhava? Helios…it’s a folklore, a myth that grandparents tell their children on a cold winter’s night for fun and entertainment.” He rubs his chin. “Sometimes, myths come from legends, and legends from history that have long been forgotten.” I have to chuckle. “So I have somehow inherited the black mist that corrupted the world’s first Luna? Helios, this is getting ridiculous –“

Sryrn and her queen's men replie Moriah peeled off the glove and let it fall to the ground, ready to turn into the Legend. The gods in the pyre were scarcely recognizable anymore. The head fell off the smith with a puff of ash and embers. Myra sang in the tongue of Waterfall, her voice rising and falling like the tides of the sea. Ezekiel untied his singed leather cape and listened in silence. Thrust in the ground, it still glowed ruddy hot, but the flames that clung to the sword were dwindling and dyin

It wasn’t the smooth silver mirror described in stories, nor the playful tides painted on childhood murals. It was vast and hungry, its waves were blackened by storm-winds and haunted with the breath of ghosts. They reached the coastline in three days, riding under the banner of the Accord, but even that sacred emblem did little to calm the villagers that greeted them. “Stay off the eastern shoals,” a toothless old woman warned as they secured the boats. “That sea remembers the old ones. It remembers who bled into it.”

My jaw fell and I gasped, Maura made us cock our head to the side. “This is the pirate ship known as “The Black Ghost.” The story goes that it wrecked here in the 1730’s. It stayed buried in the sea until an earthquake brought it into this cove maybe a hundred years ago. Brought it to its final resting place. I know it sounds crazy but when I first fell upon this land … first stood in that house and saw the beach I fell in love. It was a crazy sense of purpose, like something called me here. I felt it in my bones.

Alton grimaced and said, “After this incident was made public, everyone wanted to find this mysterious island. However, many people died at sea in various ways. “By right, a practitioner could at least escape with injuries, if not unscathed, after encountering danger. But it's as if they were killed instantly with no sign of any struggle at all. “As casualties increased, people finally gave up on exploring this island, and it gradually became a myth. Anyone lucky enough to enter that place will definitely make an uprising on this continent. Even a fool could become a genius.” Philip pondered thoughtfully. This place sounded very tempting. Just the opportunities alone were enough to attract m

He believed Kirin were mythical creatures like the Immortals and Dragons; appeared to be a judge of good, evil and whatnot to ancient beings who lived billions of years ago-- “She was… sold to me when I journeyed far to the Empire of the Inhumane… “ “Empire?--" “Yes. The Inhumane Empire across the ocean… the Yorub-an ocean… “ The Yorub-an ocean known to be the largest and the deepest sea in their world only few Humanes having the potency to journey that far were able to explore it however out of exhaustion with unfavorable winds and lack of sustainable provisions they fell into the deep sea thinking they'd be devoured by the sea creatures they heard from the horrifying sea tell tales existin

When they finished here, the hounds vanished, flitting between unseen gates to repeat their performance beyond the seas and borders. A light rain began to fall, washing away the blood and clearing the drains. Whatever beasts lay down there would be washed out to the ocean, to add to the biodiversity and create more mysteries of the deep. One more legend to be told as a scourge to sailors. Isaac sat dolefully. Barely registering the droplets that fell from the bruised sky and clung to his flattened curls, mingling with the tears that finally escaped. "There is one more thing you must do," Atum said softly. "When Shu returns. My own power is the key but you must open the door."

He hoped that Doctor Johnstone didn't tell anyone about what he had been doing. "It's just a story, but one of the kids who I grew up with's, grandfather's best friend was a sailor, and once he was in a race with a rival team, when a freak storm came in. The boats were too heavy, so they started dumping stuff overboard, but after, the boats were still too heavy. The other team did a prayer to the Ocean Goddess and started sacrificing people by pushing them off the boat. Gramp's friend's team did their own prayer too, but they promised instead to bring her flowers instead, to save her from having to clean up the corpses. The other boat capsized anyway, and that's how we know that the Ocean Go

"And it might contain the secret to beating him if the legends are real." Kael's forehead wrinkled. "You're believing in a myth?" "Do you think of something better?" Zara retaliated. Kael sighed and shut his mouth after opening it to argue. "All right. However, you are responsible if this goes wrong. The Trip to the Black Hollow A lost relic of the ancient world, the Black Hollow was a place that was discussed in whispers and was cloaked in mystery and terror. The stories described it as a maze of underground passages, guarded by unknown, ancient entities and teeming with traps.

“And whoever it is… they know him too well.” But Samuel refused to hear. Life was vulture life for Samuel — governments, enemies, and harsh friends. What Samuel failed to comprehend was that the knife had been driven deep into his side long ago by hands he had not been expecting. --- That evening, Shayla turned another notch on her holster on her score of wins. Determinedly, she laid aside her book. "Tomorrow," she gasped into the blackness, "a new gulf will yawn." And far away Samuel alone in his lair stared at the trembling face in a whiskey glass. Samuel Blackwood — that enigmatical man who had ever seemed so — was actually scared for the first time in his life.