Black Shuck Mythology Novels & Stories

The black mist actually directly transformed into a whale that was pitch black like ink, and it soared through the sky and blotted out the sun! "What, what is this? Why is it so huge... No, no! Bad news! My vigor, flesh, and blood are constantly being sucked. Oh my god, what happened? Why is it like this? If it goes on, I will die here. Save me, save me, I don't want to die!"

"That's right. If it is not safe under the sea, or if Samuel is still in the sea of blood as we expected, how can this person come back so soon?" Hearing this, the black shadow nodded. If Samuel found out that he had sent someone over, he would definitely beat him when he was down. Thinking of this, the black shadow felt a little relieved. "But, what's with this earth-shattering wave?" "I’m not too sure about this. I'm afraid we'll only know when that fellow returns. But if I must make a guess, then there are only two possibilities." "Oh? Which two possibilities?" "The first is as we said earlier. Samuel has already been swallowed by the sea of blood. However, because this fellow's strength

Maybe. “A sea witch is one of the most powerful creatures in the sea,” Shelly explained. “They have the power of three kings combined. Pods were always scared of them and what they might do. Once they were born, they would be put to death. Like there is a King of Kings, there is also a Queen for the sea witches. She has the power to control every body of water and the other sea witches. Many tides ago, the Queen became angry with the cruelty of her people and started killing each King and their Kingdom. Our ancestors said upon her arrival a black fog would consume the area. King Rainard had to make a deal with her to protect everyone. Once the pods left the sea witches alone, she would leave

"We have the priests that serve as messengers of the Shore. What kind of speculation is this?" "Let me explain. The Shore is where our souls return when we die, as it's the source of everything. Fhae died. Why is she being seen around, then? Of course it would be just a myth if only one or two had reported. But fifteen?" Ryder had pointed to the stack of yellow papers. Although it was clear that no one was supporting him, he had to push his luck as far as he could. In his peripheral vision, he could see his friends whispering and nudging at each other, as if signaling that someone should stop him.

She had heard tales of the legendary creatures from riverfolk and now it appeared one of them was literally rocking the boat. There was a sea god you could invoke to ensure you came back safely from trading or fishing. Was there also one for rivers? The former’s symbol was a trident and this was often carved into the side of seagoing vessels. Maybe the equivalent was a bulrush, though she had no way of knowing if this boat was properly protected in such a way. Strangely, she wasn’t afraid. Not so Daphne, who had her eyes closed and her hands over her ears as if blotting out sound and sight would help.

I turned my back to leave, and as I disappeared into the darkness, I turned my back to look at her the final time, before heading towards the black river. "Moon goddess, be with me in this quest." I mumbled these words of prayer in tears. My journey towards the black river was accompanied by fear and death. I've heard ancient myths about some of my kinds, who embarked on this journey, and never made it across the bridge. While the bodies of some were brutally dismembered, the rest weren't seen till this day. There was also a myth about how the spirit that guided that river. It could be dated back to the time of my ancestors, that spirit was rejected after the Alpha got her pregnant. Since it

Across the aisle, a guy near the printers snored softly against an economics textbook. Relatable. I rubbed tired fingers beneath my burning eyes, then looked back down at my laptop screen. Another article filled with vague folklore nonsense stared back at me. The Betrayed Pack. That phrase kept appearing. Sometimes the stories painted them like monsters. Sometimes protectors. One article described them as guardians tied to the forest land long before Black Hollow became a town. Another claimed they slaughtered settlers during brutal winter storms. Nothing matched. Every version contradicted the last one. Fantastic. Even the local mythology had commitment issues.

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,

Elena introduced the topic with confidence, her voice steady as she explained the common themes in shifter mythology across different cultures. “In Norse mythology,” she said, gesturing to an image on the screen behind her, “we see the concept of the berserker - warriors who would take on the spirit of the wolf or bear, channeling their ferocity in battle. The term itself comes from Old Norse, meaning ‘bear-shirt,’ referring to their animalistic transformation.” She moved through her slides, discussing Native American legends of skinwalkers, Celtic tales of selkies, and the enduring symbolism of wolves in folklore. The students were engaged, asking thoughtful questions and jotting down notes

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