Czech Folklore Creatures Novels & Stories

One day he would remember his mother’s stories of Chernobog the Black. Nechist - what the farmers in fields called land spirits - continued life in Buyan unaffected by Christianity, like Snegurochka and Morozko. Peasants still left out kasha for house elf domovois. Humans continued avoiding the rivers in the evening lest they stray upon the drowned human suicides. The dead girls, now siren rusalka, would sing and seduce them to a freezing watery death. The peasants prayed that the Amazonian vila, guardians of the weather, would not drench crops in rain. Once in a blue moon, a wild girl would wander back to her village covered in moss and half-mad having escaped from an ill-fortuned marr

, mentioning a real historical figure that he judged, "and at night he himself scoured from Kyiv doriskashe to the chickens of Tmutorakan to the great Khrasov, the path of re-roaming is open." Quiet rustle of pages, replacing one another. Conrod skimmed through the texts with his eyes, closed the book, and immediately picked up another. Sometimes his black helium pen moved across the notebook paper, guided by his hand. More and more new entries appeared in the notebook: Czech Republic at the beginning of the 17th century. At this time, an anti-German uprising broke out in it, which was raised by the so-called “moves” - an ethnographic group living in the northwestern and western Czech Republ

Zara cuts in before he can say anything more, "let's not scare the girl. She's only just become a part of this world." "Fine," he sighs as he says this as though not talking about it is a serious letdown for him. "Guess it's a good thing that dragons aren't found in the U.S. There are also Kitsune and Selkie. Then, there are witches, banshees, and vampires.” "Don't forget about the fae," Zara butts in, clearly excited. "Fae?" "Incubi, succubi, dwarfs, elves, gnomes, goblins, leprechaun, sprites, trolls, pixies, brownies," Zara ticks them off on her fingers excitedly.

I nearly stagger to hear him defuse such to me and I press forward almost agitatedly to demand, “You met them, and they were more in number?” Vyin gives me a little nod, and before I can react via Pixie way, he goes on to say, “I would call the others their minion which they control and hold subservient to them. Hmm, Brownies, were they called?” “Not Brownies…Boggarts. They’re the evil version of Brownies who tend to be malicious and nasty” I find myself correcting him in uncomfortable mumbles. Aunt Sue had educated me on all kinds of Fae Folk. And Brownies aren’t one of us. They’re spirits.

"Every myth is real darling. And here in Brookedale, we have everything supernatural. From centaurs to demons, to fairies and dryads. And flagaes are magical demon beings living in a kind of special glass." Mollie said. "So, Vampires, werewolves, sorcerers and witches are normal around here?" "Not really. We all keep our identities a secret. Only a supernatural knows another supernatural. We wouldn't want to scare the humans." I said.

“So, vampires exist, so do werewolves, witches, goblins, trolls and djinns. What else is real? Is that situation with the vampires in Chicago over or do you have to go back there?” “Hmm I'd say most of what you’d consider lore is real, but for the most part, stories aren’t accurate,” said Coralis, stripping down to her underwear to wash her body. “Elves, fays, pixies, goblins and djinns are also considered elemental beings, just like mages. As for the Chicago vampire situation, I think it’s over for now, but I’ll probably have to go back there at some point. I’ll know more in a few hours.”

Elizabeth The red woman stretched our silence and she was deadly serious just by the sight of her lips that were grim. I chased my breath while pursing my lips hard and widened my eyes in annoyance. I was angry; while she was deadpan. “I am asking you a damn question,” I demanded with a firm and strict tone. “What the bloody hell is happening? Who were the creatures that lured me into the deepest part of the Dark Forest?” “The flyers,” she answered after a long minute. “They are the evil creatures who were also included in living with the witches, vampires, and werewolves, except werewolves, have gone through their way to still exist to this day.”

~Rory~ Mortals that have supernatural powers, humans that could shift into animal forms, walking corpses, and bloodsucking demons. These are the common details of the books I’ve read throughout the entire week. There are tons of literary pieces inspired by these myths. I can’t say that I haven’t heard about witches, werewolves, and vampires before. Every culture has its own version of these folklores, and the Čuvari Tribe is no different. But none of these books speaks of the ritual that Paul was speaking of.

Her shock could easily be seen on her face. “Since when was this?” asked Grandmother while she was fanning me. “From the time I first got a fever, I noticed this. I left it alone since I thought…” Uncle didn’t get to finish his sentence since he suddenly got his handkerchief and sneezed. At that point, I heard Manong Bading’s voice again. “According to legend, there are fay creatures who took mortal men. And according to European Legend, it was often the case that such beings leave replacements for the people they take away. Sometimes, they would leave pieces of wood with human faces carved onto them, flowers, and, other times, these fay beings that are called changelings.”

It felt like ice and sunshine at the same time. "Are there others like us?" My voice came out squeaky, than supposed to. "Three families i know off. The Changs are selkies…seal shapeshifters. The Robertsons are hedge witches. And Mrs. Chen from the flower shop? She is a fox spirit." My brain felt like it was short-circuiting. "Mrs. Chen? But she makes cookies for the church bake sale!" "Excellent cookies. Her grandmother's recipe from the old country." Aunt Cecilia started wrapping my ribs where the branches had bruised them. "The supernatural world is bigger than you think, nephew And right now you off all people need to be on the low."