Black Shuck Mythology Novels & Stories

"My friends won't harm us." As Nerissa observes the mermaid's appearance, the connection between her and the sharks becomes evident. The mesmerizing swaying of her shark-like tail and the striking resemblance to the magnificent creatures bestow upon her a profound significance. Sharks, known as the spirit animals of the Merfolk of Tazmanridge, hold a sacred place in their culture. It's a realization that adds depth and resonance to the mermaid's signs.

And as it touched the floorboards, the wood beneath it turned black, freezing into a layer of brittle, pitch-colored frost. "What is that?" someone shouted from the middle of the room. The sleeping men were awake now, scrambling to their feet as the bitter cold radiating from the black mist swept across the hold. "Is the hull leaking?" another voice yelled, drawing a sword. "Did we hit a reef?" "That ain't seawater!" the scarred rogue screamed, scrambling toward the stairs. "It's curse-water! The bay is cursed!" Panic erupted instantly. Three hundred nervous, freezing mercenaries surged toward the wooden ladder, shoving and screaming as they tried to reach the upper hatch to escape the black

From the records of the ship's logs: «From a distant, mariners always saw the shrouded in fog Black Cliff, as an ominous place, hovering above the earth in gloomy clouds. The captains kept their ships away from this damned cliff, fearing to run into prickly reefs and die before they wake from the terrifying collision. There were rumours that the Black Cliff has always been the refuge of the sea sorceress, however, no one has seen her for many years, and talks about her still continue to roam the lands of Sorfmarán. Local old-timers still remembered the sorceress's order: "When taking gifts from the sea, express gratitude and do not offend the dark waters with the guts of the dead."

The sound of its double screech hit us like a localized shockwave, shattering the stone lip beneath our feet and sending a fresh cascade of gravel into the black void. "It’s a hydra-born," Marcus gasped, pulling his short-blade and shielding the two battered scouts behind his mantle. "The old texts... the Council didn't create the leviathans. They just netted them!" "Keep them back toward the fissure!" Killian ordered, his voice low, gravelly, and unyielding.

“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.

For the night is dark and full of terrors," Sryrn and her queen's men replie d. 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 dying.

"He poisoned me, Hannah. He forced me to swallow something." Hannah’s eyes went wide. She reached through the bars, her hand catching Noah’s. Her skin was rough, calloused from years of needlework. "The pearl? He used the pearl?" "You know what it is?" "It’s an old myth," Hannah whispered. "A gift from the northern tribes. They used it on their slaves to keep them from running. But it’s not just a charm, Noah. It’s a death sentence if you don't get the oil." "The antidote," Noah said.