Dullahan Mythology 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

DAHLIA : The High Priestess; a person believed who had lived thousands of years ago. She participated in the war and used the power of the wish granter to have a land for humans. Dotoria worshipped her like a deity despite her humanity. For them, she was an angel sent by heaven. For other races, she was a cheater who stole the wish granter from the competition and made her own rules. She was a brave human for ones, a villain for others. Personally, I wasn’t attracted that much to her story. However, I was interested in her ability to see the shadows.

I flick my wrist and the fire leaps from my palm. "How can you still do this?" I hear Ash ask. I tug a little at the freezing metal collar around my neck. "I'm not really sure," I murmur. "I wish I could do it," he mutters. "I'll teach you how when we get out of here," I tell him. I concentrate on the fire again, moving the matching flames in Ash's cell as well. "In the beginning there were seven gods, the most powerful of which were the twins Zahra and Kilano. Zahra was the goddess of life and Kilano the god of fire and ashes. Together they created the dragons."

All of them were stunned! Darryl's power was extremely scary! Darry had not joined the New World? Had they misunderstood him? Abbess Mother Serendipity bit her lips tightly; she could not say a word. "Darryl." A cold voice was heard at that moment, and it had come from the New World's camp. It was Sloan. At that moment, Sloan wore armor, and she looked gorgeous! She had killed more than 10,000 people in that battle. Perhaps that was why she was named as the Warrior Goddess by the New World army! That was also why they respected and feared her!

Dane wanted the entire pack to witness the ceremony, so he insisted on hosting it in the pack house instead of the temple. The podium was adorned with candles and garlands. A small statue of the Moon Goddess sat on a decorated table. The Shaman picked up the sacred knife from the table and asked Dane to give his right hand. Instead, Dane took the knife from him. Opening his palm, he drew a small amount of blood from his palm and dropped a few drops in the bowl near the statue that contained the blood of all the Red Claw wolves. As his blood mixed with it, a crimson mist emerged from the surface. Twisting and turning, it encircled the statue of the Moon Goddess, breaking apart as it reached h

Everyone was in shock, but still, it made no sense. "Being the daughter of a witch doctor, I now realise what had happened." She continued. "Deities are wicked, especially the one we all worship now in Rayuwa, Aljanan Daji. She is not only bloodthirsty. Aljanan Daji is not merciful and kind like the Almighty. Deities like her can never be appeased once offended. They will keep collecting until there is nothing more to take. Hearing Safia's story, everything now makes sense. Haliru died the way he did because he had broken his covenant with the deity by telling me what was between them. Deities always make you promise things they know will be impossible for you to keep. This way, they will ev

She sighed in relief that she passed through that route haphazardly. She set foot on the dale named Lungrasia, named after a deity of the forest and sister to Gaia, the Forest Goddess and Patron of the Hearth. Quite thirsty, she stopped by the stream and took a sip of the water when she felt someone was watching her. She froze, sensing if it was a man or a wild animal. She wished it was the first one but her prayer failed her. The yellow eyes were glaring at her, glowing in the dark. It moved quietly before it showed in the open. It was a wild dog, with long, sharp teeth and claws.

"I'm sorry, but I'm having trouble following. Can you simplify things for me?" Dahlia paused, her expression softening as she adjusted her explanation to meet my understanding. "In simpler terms," she began, her tone more measured now, "I am both a werewolf and witch, but not just an average witch. I hail from a long-forgotten clan, banished from the supernatural realms decades ago. They believe us to be extinct, but our legacy lives within me.” I remained silent, my gaze fixed on her, struggling to comprehend the gravity of her words. Despite my efforts, my mind struggled to grasp the full extent of what she was saying. Given my recent exposure to the supernatural, I couldn't entirely fault

Thea said, she had a smirk on her face. Dylan knitted his brow, "So that's how it works they knew queen mother will die, they knew everything but still turn blind eye to us, and even after sacrificing those creatures for the safety of the people he will still get punished, the gods are selfish!" he thought in his mind. "Of course, they are," Thea answered him, she can hear his thoughts and how useless he was feeling. "But still I will participate in the ritual," Dylan said. "You are still young and...."

Christopher John asked sarcastically, his tone dripping with cynicism. “As much as we can give, but he can't be satisfied by animal blood. Legend has it that there was a time when a great drought befell the land, to the point of nearly extinction. The elders then had to make human sacrifices to appease the gods, the Great Sacrifice. They said the moon turned red that day because the gods were overfed, and he granted everyone present their heart's desires,” the girl narrated, but her story only elicited amusement from Damian and his friends. “Yeah, right. What a shitty legend,” Briana muttered, his tone laced with sarcasm, and his friends chuckled softly.