Black Shuck Mythology Novels & Stories

That is the only guarantee we have in this wretched world. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. Mermaids were supposed to be blessed above all others, the personification of all that is mysterious and beautiful in the sea. When the world was new the gods bound my people to the water, just as they bound shifters to the land. We were never meant to leave the shore, but fate had other ideas.

We had shared more years than I had given to any one person in quite some time. "There is nothing left for me but ash," she declared with morbid certainty. "Should any of us expect any better?" I did my best to offer words of comfort she would accept. "Oh no," her noise was too bitter to be a laugh. "I had my own 'Life beyond Death' and it was stolen from me, along with my birthright." "We are chasing the thieves?" I asked. "Yes and no," her face grew grim once more. "These were not the ones I was looking for. They share some bonds with some of the Scythian tribes who live on the far side of the Sea of Death (the Black Sea). These raiders weren't from those tribes."

‘Now our moment is at hand, I would like to see more than words. ‘Very well,’ the man said. The shaman brought his palms within inches of each other and muttered a few words. In the space between his hands a glowing green orb appeared and within its sickly, shimmering glow Frobisher could see an image of Bishop’s Cragg. ‘This is the place where the new world begins,’ the shaman said. Frobisher now saw that the man’s eyes were no longer brown, but glowing jade embers. ‘Oh, my,’ Frobisher muttered in awe. ‘What wonderful times we live in.’

It is too busy blaming me for this shit show. “I mean, they have been after one species in particular over the years. The myths and horror stories about them. Beautiful creatures that can kill you without touching you. Humans have made up stories about shifters for a long time. But it always circles back to one species in particular. The one that has always struck fear into many men over the years.” I furrow my brows, thinking of what species he could be talking about. “The sirens.” I gasp as it dawns on me, of course. The sirens are hidden. Asteria is the only one who is still actively killing men at sea and sinking their ships.

As soon as she saw me, she gave me her characteristic smile. "Hydra, by Deüs Krönor, is the story of a crew of sailors who face a monster with several heads, each with a different power and capable of replacing itself. Thus, it can survive by sacrificing one of its heads, usually the most useless, and as long as one head remains, it won't die. Isn't that interesting?" Suddenly, a gigantic shadow formed under my body, and several arrows emerged from it and surrounded Midgard, three of them directly under her throat.

I looked up at them "But that's impossible, isn't it? Cthulhu is just a myth, a legend.' Xavier sighed, crossing his arms. "Not to the Merfolk, it's not. They believe in the old gods, and the horrors that lurk beneath the waves." Gabriel's ruby eyes met mine, "And you, darling? What do you believe?" I take a deep breath, my heart racing. 'I believe we need to be careful." I turned the page, finding the passage of reason. " I'm the only one who can retrieve it, Silvena's magic will shield me."

“A banished coven of elemental witches living on the Drowned Isles, storm ravaged archipelago about fifty miles off the coast. Decades ago, the Lycan King spared their high priestess from execution. In return, the coven swore a blood debt to the Lycan crown. Only they know how to weave phantom-wood—ships that glide over corrupted water, without sinking.” “So we go to the Drowned Isles,” I decided, tugging my midnight-blue cloak tighter against the freezing sea breeze. “We collect the debt.” The trip over was this plunge into watery purgatory. We left the unified army holding the mainland cliffs, fortified and braced, and my Vanguard with me took a small magically sealed Lycan skiff right int

said Jimmy gesturing towards the pendant and statue. The driver’s smile became broader and more knowing. “No, these are artefacts from far older beliefs.” “Like from Atlantis and shit?” “Atlantis is a myth, these beliefs are much older than any myth.” “Doesn’t all myth start with some basis of truth?” Jimmy was really getting into this debate. It was probably the best thing he could do, under the circumstances, but it made Sam uncomfortable. Talk of ‘spirits separated from their bodies’ reminded him of Ashkan and the ruined remains of the other men.

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."

It set the mood and I just needed to figure out what to add. The ship was easy. I could do a giant kraken pulling the ship down into the depths. I could put sirens at the bottom of the ridge but it didn’t seem like enough. Maybe I could put a flock of dragons flying overhead as well. The last one, the forest I could put unicorns and other animals. Turning and grabbing my tablet I sat down on the couch and search Russian mythology.