Creepy Japanese Legends Novels & Stories

I stared ahead but paid attention to their conversation. "So what's this prophecy?" Jissa in her normal inquisitive nature, asked. "When Silver meets Gold, when White meets black," Miranda replied and I could almost hear what was going on in Jissa's mind. "How's that a prophecy? So incomplete, in my books," she said. "What would happen if these colors or stones meet each other?" She added to my amusement. My best friend could be a clown sometimes. "That's when the great war of the supernaturals would happen," Miranda broke it and I stopped abruptly.

I want—need—to do something else. I pause to stare at the carvings that seem to be telling a story I don't understand. Wolves, strange beasts, even what looks like…vampires. I place my finger on a vivid carving of a wolf. A great surge of electricity jolts down my spine. I let out a loud groan, taking cautious steps backwards. What in the world just happened? “Someone seems curious about the legend.”

Something close to fear. "You really want to know?" she asked. Lucas leaned forward. "Tell us." Lila took a breath. "Have you ever heard the legends of the Madredard Drakkons?" Jake scoffed. "You mean those ancient monsters? The ones from fairy tales?" Lila shook her head. "They weren’t fairy tales. They were real." Lucas stared at her. "What proof do you have?" "The Witches of Weddard told me," she said simply.

She asked in a whisper. You’re not, Rina said after a pause, but most wouldn’t dare speak it out loud. Sophia looked up at her, her eyes wide with quiet horror, What do you mean? There are old legends, my Lady, Rina whispered, glancing at the shadows along the walls. Whispers of spirits that attach themselves to grief, jealousy, and guilt. Spirits that don’t feed on flesh but on the mind. You think something followed me? Sophia’s voice was barely above a whisper, heavy with dread.

she sniffled. She was sentimental and held some level of allegiance to them because they are our fathers. “I vowed if anyone harmed even a hair on your head, there would be blood. So they shall pay in blood. Kitsune will decide how much. Stay with Hachiro. He will take care of and protect you. If you are feeling frisky, you know where I keep my condoms and toys. Might distract both of you from your pains.” I winked, walking out.

To break their holy bond. I closed my eyes and sighed tiredly slowly intaking all the information. this is way beyond fuck up. This is not a fiction I can tell because I have heard many stories about the urban legends and folklores from my grandparents which on some parts proved its legitimacy. I turned to the next page and my eyes widened, there it was. the ritual to summon the moon goddess but now after reading and getting to know this much about the gods will it be a good idea to cross paths with one? The thought scared me to the core.

If an outsider comes here suddenly, he or she will shit their pants with fright and terror, bodies of children, women, men, and even animals are lying dead in the ground or hanged upside down in some places… some of them are drown in their blood and internal organs, while others having some bites in their heads, legs and arms, or most of them was eaten hole, what left of them is just some bloody boots …. However, the weird part is that their bodies start to rise from the ground surrounded by some dark green energy slithering toward them and molding their bodies and creating some missing parts of their body, transforming them into some sort of beast like wolves, after some time, all villagers

The fakir walks beside her and asked if she was the same princess and Lima only could nod her head because her words went paralyzed experiencing the bliss supreme. Amara repeated the questions of the fakir several times to herself and she did find his conclusion cinvincing. "Otaku is not an ordinary mortal to have baseless beliefs. He is a vampire with evil powers. He is after you, wants to kill you because you are none other than Princess Veronica." The fakir spoke condensed. "Go against the time and think over, why are you reborn? Come out of your present birth and invite your past. What is the secret and the only way to end this monster? Where is the solution to end the evil?" He instigat

sera pov "Curses, monsters, ghosts, the underworld, armies of witches, sacrifices, legends, werewolves, moonlight magic, they were legends that no one believed in and I didn't believe in these things until I went to that island and my voyage of exploration turned into a real tragedy I don't know if I would have survived or not” It was just a quest to explore some treasure I didn't know that everything would change; My beliefs, thoughts and even my life have changed since I arrived on that island. writing this now so that if I die, I want the world to know all that has happened to me and all that WIC is doing and its plans to take over humanity and the world. My name is sera and this is what

In his hands was a very old looking book. Twisting the upper half of my body as I rolled over, I was able to catch a glimpse of the book. “FACT OR FICTION? Werewolf Legends of Old” was printed on the cover. “Learning anything interesting?” I rasp, my voice rough with sleep. He lays the book down and smiles at me as he brushes a few wild strands of my hair down with his fingertips, and I feel a shiver run from my head to my toes. “There are so many legends here that I’ve never heard before. I’m making notes of the ones that I think are worth exploring in more detail, or anything that might somehow be connected to you or the wolf packs that are searching for you.”