Dullahan Myth Novels & Stories

Dylan lowers himself beside me, his eyes taking on a darker shade, indicating that he is connecting with someone, possibly through a mind link. After the connection ends, he clears his throat, preparing to address me. "For the next few days, you shall be confined within the wretched depths of the dungeon." Horror floods my being, and my eyes widen at the ghastly fate that awaits me. Having experienced the dungeons a few times before, I know the abysmal conditions within — its darkness is suffocating, and the guards exhibit a complete lack of mercy. Preparing to depart, Dylan rises to his feet, but before leaving, he turns his gaze towards me. His expression is devoid of any sympathy or remor

Maybell Smith Mythicals- A rare bloodline that people inherit from God, Dalion, that he personally blessed with the ancient dragon spirit. It is given to those who have been close enough to touch the white veil. Although this information is well known, mythicals are still a mystery to the rest of civilization, if encountered, don’t stare into its gaze.

“It’s just this myth, the one my character’s studying. I was thinking about Dum . . . er . . . ” “Dumuzi.” “That’s right, I was thinking about how he goes to Hell for Inanna and . . . well, oh God, you’re going to think me really foolish.” “Of course I won’t.” “It’s just that I’ve known a lot of men you know.” “I’m sure you have.”

Mallory did notice that the only reason Dallin was giving her another chance was that he wanted a powerful creature to be Faith’s mother so that when he dies, Faith will still have someone. “Faith!” Dallin barged inside the beautiful room he had decorated for his princess, who was lying under her blanket, hiding her face from everyone. “I heard my daughter is not talking to anyone,” Dallin softly sat in the bed with her and lifted the blanket off her face to reveal her beautiful, innocent face. “Hey, what ha---,” before he could show his concern at her sobbing image, she got up and hugged her father to cry on his chest.

It was gone as quickly as it came, replaced by a patronizing, dismissive smile that did not reach her eyes. “The Great Uprising?” she repeated, her voice a soft, airy thing that grated on my raw nerves. She gave a little laugh, a sound like dry leaves skittering across stone. “Alpha Daven, you must understand, stories like that are a dime a dozen around Bloodwood territory. They're boogeyman tales, things mothers whisper to their pups to frighten them into behaving. 'Finish your dinner, or the Death Goddess will rise and claim you.' It’s a myth. A piece of dark folklore, nothing more.” Her words were meant to be soothing, to paint me as a high-strung Alpha spooked by children's ghost stories

Dahlia's POV I didn’t think I could meet another member of Mom’s pack again in my life! I thought they all died. The papers said so. When it just happened I seek out newspapers that covered our pack’s story out of some sick, twisted habit. As if it could stop being real if the newspapers said so, so I read the same story over and over again. Every day they bring drops of new information about it even though it’s the same story. Massacre at Scarlet Creek

"Arghhhh!!" They screamed as they all dispersed. Their voices went high as they all ran away. "Slaughter!!" My voice went high as my armies began slaughtering them. My Dullahan stayed next to me on his black horse. . "All merry moment crashed in a blink of an eye!!" He chuckled as he moved his horse slowly. "Why don't we cause havoc tonight??" He muffled as he kept pacing about. "Inasmuch as I want to destroy Darwin, I don't know why I am held down by some dirty thoughts." I groaned.

CHAPTER 16 Two weeks ago: David couldn’t keep her out for long. It was after the third time the Beast took him that Sally read the pamphlet Jane had given her. After the section on Hettie of the Hedgerow, Sally flipped forward in the pamphlet to the next chapter where she found the section on the ‘Curse of the McCavendish family.’ The chapter was on Phantom Black Dogs of the Highlands and the Gaelic mythological hound Cù-Sith in particular. It was the last section of this chapter that opened her eyes to the complicity of everyone who lived in Dunballan, including Jane. It was here that she learned something of the dark burden of David’s family:

She was clean. “Very well. I am Dal. I am the elected leader of our lands. We do not have much, but we welcome you. You look weary. Let us take you back to our encampment before the sun goes down so that you may eat, and get some rest before your journey continues in the morning.” “And what if the Mothers show up while we are here?” Mist asked, her voice wavering just slightly on the last word, almost unnoticeably to anyone who didn’t know her as well as Rain.

But as soon as those words about his mother left Dom's mouth, he knew that his mother had lied to him earlier. He knew she was lying from the very beginning, but he allowed himself to believe his mother's words. Once the shock wore off Gavin realized that a screaming hysterical Dilara, had tackled him to the ground and was clawing his chest open as he watched three figures dropping from the sky as his world went black. “What kind of bullshit is going on in this damn pack?” “NEVER MIND THAT, LYNN IS THAT YOUR DAMN GRANDMA COMING IN HOT CARRYING SOKO, HUNTER, AND WARLUS! MOVE BITCH!” Ji'lahni yelled tackling Lynn to the damn ground, rolling their asses as Mylan slammed to the ground next to th