Books About Yokai Novels & Stories

Others…well… ‘foxes with paranormal abilities from japanese folklore’ sums it up. One site goes as far as calling them trickster yōkai and goes on to explain yōkai as paranormal beings with godlike powers then equates them to demons or ghouls. They are symbols of wealth and fertility and are associated with Inari and found at shrines, but supposedly start to shapeshift at fifty to five hundred years old. Neither Aubrey or any of her living family members I know of are that old! It goes to show myths and reality can be very different even when a real life nine tailed fox shifter just gave you head and is licking their pouty, glossed lips on your office sofa.

I had spent more than thirty minutes just reading a single page, and it was driving me insane realizing it was only the introduction I had managed to get through. Because of how stressed I was, I found myself absentmindedly clicking the button of the device in my free hand, momentarily forgetting its actual purpose. Usually, I would have just handed this off to someone else to translate, but Ragnar wasn’t stupid. He would start asking questions. And right now, questions were the last thing I needed. So I had to deal with this myself. The book was about ancient creatures, ones that had gone extinct centuries ago. Creatures like blood wraiths, banshees, vampires, skin-walkers, and soul eaters,

And something faintly metallic beneath it all. Blood. --- His fingers moved across worn spines until he found what he sought. Soul Vessels. Forbidden Possessions. Underworld Bindings. Kael pulled the heavy books free and placed them across a nearby table. The candles lit themselves automatically. He began reading. --- Hours passed silently. Only the sound of turning pages filled the room. Kael’s expression darkened more with every text. Some spoke of spirits entering weak bodies. Others described possession through mirrors, cursed artifacts, blood rituals.

“Nope. Not a clue. Anyway, where does it show up?” Darion thought for a while. “Not a clue either. But the warning says after Takenoko and the road between Takenoko and the capital.” “Why does it have to appear nearby?” Jai looked away with a roll of eyes. He then started walking again. “It has annoying ability for new travellers like us.” Darrion followed beside him. “Well. It lives in this forest after all… It was some kind of, umm, I read it’s almost the same as spirits, or ghosts, as you put it. Because they can also disappear and reappear anywhere, IF they want.”

It would take her months for sure! She looked at the one she had just kept aside. So far, in the four hours of unbroken concentration, the only thing she had been able to garner was the origin of gods, the origin of the world, the origin of the supernaturals present in the world. And she wasn’t even sure her transcriptions had been correct, if the beings that had been mentioned in the book existed now. Like dragons. What were the flying creatures doing in this century? She had peeped at the date of publication; 1506. How had Jiraq gotten these books? She wondered; her eyes still fixed on them. And to think that he had promised her more if they returned to the pack.

This creature couldn't just be a figment of imagination, could it? Refusing to be disheartened, Adam refined his search, typing "Library with books containing myths and legends" into the search bar. The first result that popped up was a picture of a quaint shop called Dominor's Shop of Myths and Legends. Below the name of the shop were samples of books available for purchase. Adam scrolled down, his eyes scanning the titles, until they fell upon a book titled "Wolves and Their Subclasses."

From what I hear, they seem to value it very highly. When he finally stops, I also stop at a particularly thick book called Werewolves, Spires, and Shifters: Complete Edition. On the front is a picture of a menacing werewolf ready to devour a human and a human fighting a truly horrible Shifter with a strange spear. I pull it off the rest, hiding it behind me.

“Nora, I don’t want you to freak out over this. As of right now, there is no information I have that can properly identify whatever that thing was.” “Do you think it will come back?” My heart grew heavy in my chest with uncertainty. “I don’t know. I hope I never come across it again,” I told her lightly. “Thank you for helping me find this.” Nodding her head, Nora left me to begin reading through the book. I sat down at one of the empty tables and began skimming through the pages. Most of which were in Latin, but many of the entries came with some great illustrations. Ogres, Nymphs, Warlocks, Incupi, Magicians...Demons.

Roy nodded absentmindedly, vision frolicking over the shelves with beginners interest. "Want to check out some books? Let me help you." Jeremy swayed in the direction of a random shelf with a bar hanging―Japanese Fiction written in caps. Jeremy pulled out a white and black designed tiny, thin book from the compactly stocked shelf and waved it at Roy. Roy saw Jeremy coming over with a book and caught it's cover design. A simplistic art with profound hidden meaning. The name 'Birthday Girl' conveyed a sense of aesthetic complexity. "This is a thriller short story by Murakami Sensei. He is a widely known novelist across the globe. His every work is phenomenal." Jeremy said, voice dripping with

Like I was shopping for bedtime stories instead of trying to decide whether my life had cracked open into impossibility. “Thank you,” I murmured. The folklore section was tucked into a quiet corner near a window that looked out toward the forest. Of course it did. The books there were a strange little army: weathered hardcovers, thin local history pamphlets, glossy paperbacks with titles involving moons and curses and women who looked poorly dressed for weather. I started with the serious looking ones. Northern Appalachian Folk Beliefs, Predator Myths of the American East, Silver, Salt, and Blood: Ritual Materials in Regional Lore. I pulled them down one by one, making a stack against my che