Dokkaebi Folklore Novels & Stories

I immediately pressed my hand against Blake’s chest again. Skin that firm and elastic didn’t feel like it belonged to someone who had been dead for an entire day. A living corpse with no heartbeat. Southhaven. A wealthy family… Could it be… I rushed into the apothecary and quickly mixed several rare medicinal powders into a special catalyst pill. Then I placed it into Blake’s mouth. A few minutes later, a brilliantly colored parasitic worm crawled out from between his lips. I reacted instantly and snapped the glass jar shut around it.

“I don’t understand." Horan sighed softly. He exhaled and explained, “Well, the Folklore world exists because Master Turtle was a being that remembers the forgotten ones. He keeps them alive by remembering who they are. He travels every realm to spread stories of legends and myths to those who never heard of them. The passing of stories is the energy that keeps folklore world a world that we know now.” Delton stayed mum. The explanation was unexpected. “So, you want me to take over Master Turtle’s role now?”

Olsson and turned on the charm that she had honed in her deportment and etiquette classes. “Um, Mr. Olsson, is there perchance gossip among the villagers about any boogeymen other than Akuma the Devil-Bear?” Mr. Olsson pondered that and then his eyes brightened. “Ah, yes, milady! I do know one other fascinating character. Here in the north, we have the legend of the Jölgib, the Yule Cat. It tells of a feline spirit who would bring sweets and toys to sleeping children in return for some leftover fish. Is that mayhap what you are referring to, milady?”

I take a sip of his coffee with a sigh. He swiftly takes it from me and hands me my mug of anti-murder juice. “You can’t have da alcohol, you. You're supposed to be underage.” “Being underage didn’t stop me back then,” I deadpan. Tee grins. “Me neither.” He pours some of the alcoholic Irish cream into my coffee cup. Jaxson’s company makes this peanut-butter Irish cream, and it’s called Kelpie. Which goes along with his peanut-butter whiskey called Pooka. Both the pooka and the kelpie are horse creatures from Irish folklore.

Raktabija shouted loudly at Banyu Samudra and his two friends. Seeing himself summoned, Banyu Samudra approached Raktabija alone. He spurred his horse very fast and stopped not far from Raktabija. "A goddess of death from hell. I've read about the legend of the goddess of hell, Raktabija. Is that you?" Banyu Samudra dismounted from his horse and greeted Raktabija. "You are indeed an extraordinary creature. You have even recognized me from folklore. But, I am very different from the person in the stories you read. The me in front of you now is the real death!" Raktabija laughed with his tongue hanging out twenty centimeters.

“Absolutely.” I, Sidapa, God of Death, made a friend. *salakab - hand woven basket used to store fish. In this story, the salakab is used as storage for souls that have undecided fates to be continued

She scrolls through while reading their names. “Bitan… Furuōgi… Rokurokubi… no wait maybe it’s in the other folder.” She says and switches to the other folder to search for it. “Here it is!” she says while comparing the photo of a Tako nyūdō to the tentacle monster that they had encountered. [Author’s Note: Tako nyūdō is an octopus like yokai which is quite similar to the one they encountered… The octopus is a direct translation for Tako. I don’t know what the other thing means to be honest.]

Kartika answered briefly. “What?!! Doki-Doki?!” Alfi exclaimed in shock. “Yeah, what”s wrong?” Kartika asked calmly. “Isn’t there any weirder name than that?!!” Alfi exclaimed irritated. “It suits a weirdo like you perfectly. Besides, the ancestors are the ones who named it. Doki-Doki in an ancient language (Why so serious? I”m just making up you know?), means something overflowing endlessly. Doki-Doki is our pride! And you are our leader! A small group that will save the world is named Wibu led by a super weirdo.′ Kartika explained calmly.

Yong-rea crossed his arms in front of him and slumped down the tree a bit. “Why would the humans make a ghost story up about them?” If it was a god, how would people not know? I didn’t get it. “A Gumiho kills with a kiss. They appear as a beautiful woman and lure their victims in, and once they kiss, they draw out all of their life source into a fox marble. They gain all that person’s knowledge and energy. They have done that for thousands of years. All people know is that some go in and some don’t come out.” Yong-rae looked out into the forest with sad eyes.

mountains, feared yet respected.Kobold. Originating from a German folklore, Kobolds are sprites who live on ships, mines, and even in human homes. Their appearance adapts and changes, depending on whom they are with. Usually, they choose to be household spirits where they can help with chores or play tricks if insulted.Kallikantzaros. Came from Greek legends, Kallikantzaros, or Christmas goblins, live deep underground, and they only reach the surface of the earth every dawn of December 25th until January 6th. They bring nothing but chaos to the human realm by starting fires, souring milk, riding on people’s back, and braiding horses’ tails.Phooka. From Irish origins, Phooka transforms into