Dominican Republic Folktales Novels & Stories

Zahra whispered, not minding to hide the fear in her voice, “But why had they set fifteen huts ablaze?” “I can’t say for sure,” Dodo turned her attention to Zahra, “But my mother told me a story of how the three Kingdoms, after hunting, danced around a campfire. You want to hear the story?” “No,” Zahra and Ginika said in unison. They were not prepared to hear Dodo’s unending tale. She would only end up telling them of how her great, great, great grandmother, told her great, great grandmother and her great grandmother, to her… Her stories usually leave one hungry and light-headed, or it would knock you out.

She had never traveled anywhere, not out of travel jitters, but out of lack of opportunity. So, Era settled into her position and waited for Dom's story with a plate of healthy vegetarian snacks in front of her. "Alright. It seems like you all want to hear about my experiences so far. So, I won't disappoint you," Dom said, rubbing his hands together in excitement. He briefly cleared his throat before continuing with a smile that never left his face. "To start with, I'm going to tell you about some myths I've heard during my travels, and the first interesting myth I want to share with you is about our existence as werewolves. Specifically, it's about our origin."

"Do you remember the story I told you before?" Dorothea's attention was immediately hooked. She turned her head to look at him. "The one about the evil dragon knight and the monster?" Dominic nodded. His expression gave nothing away, calm as still water. "Last night, a monster was causing trouble at my port. Your mother stayed to help." "And then? And then?" The little girl ran back to her chair, climbed up, leaned forward eagerly, and tugged on the ears of her plush rabbit. The rabbit's sewn-on eyes stared blankly ahead, patient and unblinking.

"Many years ago, back in the days when humanity still did not think about making itself known with the imposing modernity of this century, not ignoring its achievements and its advances to our bad luck, the story of the moon wolves emerged among the packs, one which far surpasses fantasy stories and that for a long time the truth was tried to reproduce without much success. " Dominieck began to narrate all that while she took her gaze away from me and left her lost in the distance more and more focused as if she were looking with a demand to remember.

he compliments with a sincere smile. I feel the blush rising in my cheeks as I reach out and shake his hand, “You’re both very kind to say that. What are you making?” I ask as I look over the bench with prepared ingredients. It all looks so neat and organised that I dare not touch. “Mr Easton mentioned that you’re Dominican and requested I make some Dominican dishes for you. So, I researched some recipes and tonight you’ll be having arepitas de yuca, pasteles en hoja, locrio de salami, camarones guisados, pegao rice, habichuelas con dulce and flan de coco. And I hope I pronounced all of those correctly,” he says with a nervous chuckle.

Dominic did his job by feeding the public a reassuring story about the Shunka Warakin and how they didn't have to worry because it was only a matter of time before they captured it and put it down. He convinced them that it was a rabid dog and that it would be taken care of.

“Do you want to hear stories about her when she was little?” My eyes widen. "Uhm, I think we should go,” I say quickly, pulling Dominic up. “It's time we leave and head home.” Dominic laughs. “Why? I want to hear about your childhood.” I shoot him a glare. “Yeah, Savannah, tell him my favorite stories about you.” Hell No!. I shoot him a glare, too, because Evans is very good at storytelling and lying in it, too. “No, thank you. We have to go now.”

Leita and Danielle leaned in, eager to hear the tale, while Cyrus leaned back in his chair, a look of amusement on his face. "Once upon a time, there was a king who ruled his kingdom with an iron fist," Dominic began. "He was a proud and stubborn man, and he always believed that he was right, no matter what." As Dominic continued with the story, everyone at the table listened intently, their attention captured by his words. They laughed at the funny parts and listened carefully to the moral of the tale. When Dominic finished, there was a moment of silence as everyone took in the story. Then, Cyrus broke the silence with a laugh. "Ah, I love your stories, Dominic," he said, clapping the monk

The joke Yurik made was still lingering on my mind. "Why would you even think that? I don't expect you to work for me. Micah can fix his mess himself." Dominic said before pulling me on top of him. Our naked bodies pressed together and I could feel his dick hanging down his inner thigh. "As long as you keep your pretty mouth shut about any of this, you're good." He muttered but I could hear the underlying threat in his voice and see it in his eyes. I was a risk and Dominic was making sure I wasn't going to run my mouth.

Dominic took a deep breath as he continued his question, “Where is that kingdom you’ve been speaking about?” The elderly lady pointed far away toward the wall, “Somewhere extremely far over the ocean sea. Would you believe me when I say you’re also one of us, sir?” “Dominic,” he filled in his name before sighing, “I don’t think I have a choice to not believe you all when I saw you have similar power as me.” “By that we mean that you’re also from our kingdom,” the elderly lady spoke again to which Dominic frowned at. “My mother and bastard father are humans,” Dominic responded. He was certain of it as he had never seen either of them having similar power of transformation like she did.