Dullahan Myth Novels & Stories

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The horse then increased its speed again and took off into the night without looking back. Once it was out of sight, the three of us stopped, collapsing to the ground. My chest heaved in pain from the sprint. “What the fuck was that?” I said, as my breathing slowly eased. Allie and I were spooked, but Mulberry was freaking out. She stood waving her hands in front of her face and whimpering. “Mulberry, it’s ok.” Allie tried to comfort her and eventually she stopped pacing, but was still crying. “It’s a dullahan,” said Mulberry. “It’s a bad omen. Seeing a dullahan and having its head look at you means someone you love or care about will die.”

Anne wished they hadn’t spoken to that batty old man, listening to his riddles and dead-end tales. The later discovery of alternate tales, crude folklore and legends betrayed by a handful of the old or wandering mad reinforced Damon’s suspicions of an ancient grave site, though there was no recorded information of its existence until Damon’s final research paper. There Damon recounted it by name, “The Mourner’s Cradle.”

They all went to a roadside stall, where they ate noodles and, after drinking some beer. Ophelia felt like she was experiencing new things, just like eating outside and in some stall, where she would never eat alone. But this is something new, and she is loving, After that, they all separated, as Ophelia’s house is in the downside of the city Mirthil, she went alone, Both Ellon and Mona Have their houses on the upper side of Mirthil, so they both went together.

Then the Mythworn began to vanish, dissolving into wind and ash, its final words echoing like a warning: “Beware the god who wears a crown of wolves. He waits in the shadows of your blood.” And then—it was gone. Just like that. The battlefield remained. Scarred. Silent. Darian looked stunned. Even Maelin didn’t move. Lucan broke the silence first. “So, uh… that’s new.” But Kael was staring at me. Not the blade. Me. “You called a myth,” he said softly. “And it listened.” “I didn’t mean to.”

I take my medicine which I know I always have on my desk as soon as I am within the confines of my office and sit behind my desk in my chair while waiting for his reply. Dylan’s cold stare penetrates me as he starts, “You need to be kinder to Kaiya! We know nothing of this prophecy and less about her parentage. I know what the rogues told you and have heard things even whispered among our pack members about a great AAlpha rising from the ashes of despair like a phoenix born of shadow and flame.” “Children’s stories and myths!” I huff. “But those MYTHS could lead to our undoing if people even suspect…” Dylan snarls, allowing emotions to show on his usually stony face.

Distaste was clearly written in the way his brows were knitted. Dallan wasn't done. "Your nephew, Reve, is resting at the moment, and your daughter... Well, Laura is with her mate." The faces of Agra and his warriors turned deadly. Dallan's words did not sit well with any of them. "Bring her out now!" A bright light momentarily flashed across the sky. The moon shone brightly for almost three seconds then went back to its intensity again. A smile broke on Dallan's face. He felt a weight ease off his chest. Drab and the other warriors around him started talking in excitement. "It's done," he exhaled in relief.

“He didn't like what the stories said. Or maybe he was, and the stories just left out the blood. He didn’t become Alpha King because the people loved him, Dahlia. He took that crown with claws soaked in blood and teeth bared at anyone who dared challenge him.” I blinked, my heart sinking just a little, though I had heard tales growing up. My parents used to tell me stories at night, especially during the war years. They called it The Dark Moon Phase. I remember the way my mother’s voice would lower like she was whispering to ghosts. “When the moon turned its back on the wolves,” she used to say, “the world bled.” Killian looked up at me then, his voice sharpening with the kind of fury that d