Dullahan Mythology Novels & Stories

"Don't let people heed that, it's upsetting. Anyway, Dya is immoral, she was said to be one of the five ordinary witches to be created directly by the goddess. She was cast out from her coven for feeding off children's blood. As punishment, her true form was taken from her, abandoned by her people in the Shadow land, where she became the keeper of ghosts and lost souls" "She has no form?" Shailyn nodded. "She is like a spirit, takes a body when it's deceased but it only lasts for twenty hours. She changes form every day" she answered. "The connection you have with your inner self is unstable which isn't ordinary, I believe she's the only one who can help you" Skylar smirked. "I guess we are

“They’ll believe it when it’s too late. Or when it hurts them.” Ashling stood slowly and spoke for the first time since the awakening. “There’s a name,” she said, eyes wide and strange. “In the oldest stories. Not a person, not a god. Just a… concept. A word the shamans feared.” “What word?” Nyxar asked. She looked at him. “The Hollowing.” The silence after was colder than mist. Thalen’s face didn’t change, but her shoulders stiffened. “That name,” she said, voice low, “is not from your world. It is from theirs.”

She gets up to look and sees no one, “Weird! But I guess you are right! I do not have to hide who I am if I am to succeed.” She sits down folding her legs, grab her thighs, “Let me do a clean sweep first!” she says to herself inhaling closing her eyes. She opens them and exhales loudly and a strong wind blows all over the village and she silently sit there waiting for the wind to show her the way. Dhoramu (The Dark Forest) “Have you ever heard of a Zolahan before, Garamba?” Gwanhoya asks with her hands placed behind her back after feeling her essence lingering behind her, “They are the most powerful family in this world right now, with godly power!”

“Our culture was born not just from the people of the Seluitah tribe but also the white men who came from the east.” White men who came from the east, as she had put it. As if Alex wasn’t more than bewildered already, Rowan really did have only a minimal knowledge of the world outside of the mountains for her to use such a politically incorrect term. Not that it bothered him. “The Twins,” she continued, as she stood up and began walking elsewhere while Alex followed, “were spirits that were born from the great deity of the sky; the Sky Woman, as my grandmother called her. The first spirit was born normally, but the second killed the Sky Woman when he burst out of her side.”

“We have what you saw. That cave is real. He’s real. She’s real. That means there’s a way.” “How?” I said. Caelan stood. We all looked at him. “I know,” he said. His voice was ash. “Not where. But how. Darius doesn’t move without a ritual. Without books, without blood, without ground that’s been prepared. He learned that from me.” The shame hit again. Fast. Hard. “I know him,” Caelan said. “Darius my brother, I know how he thinks. I know what he needs before the red blood moon. And I know where he’d go to get it.”

Dullahan The Dullahan is a monster from Celtic legend, who rides on a black headless horse carrying his head in his hands, The eyes on the face he carries are swarming with spiders and the sweet smile on his face is drawn almost to his ears. and the flesh on its head has the color of stale cheese. When it stops in front of its victim it screams its name and slowly disappears while sucking in the spirit of its victim. If you see this happening then he will whip or throw blood at you, and that means you are next

Lucian Slater: What is happening right now? Lucian laughs, moved by Gael's happiness as he rocks atop the shoulders of the dancers. He looks over at Halo, who is equally warmed by the scene. Halo Noel: This dance is traditional to the men of Arlingfell, but it is a reference to fatherhood and birthing bonds even if they aren't blood. Gael's excitement and eagerness, even his will to learn the moves, nurture that symbolism, so he is crowned Akubala. Meaning; Child of the Village. Cared for by more than just his parents and protected by the community. This charity event is to help children globally that are... not protected by their community.

“The Triple Goddess, the goddess of Past, Future and Present. The Morrigan, the Goddess of war and death, but also fertility. I guess… I guess I knew that. Talen has suspected and hinted it from the beginning.” “He comes from a very religious sect of vampires,” Stella observed. “He says he’s not, though. Or something like that. About how faith is tested over time, and how he sort of stopped worshipping,” Aislen took a bite of her sandwich. “Though, I guess, that might have changed recently with all this talk of Emissaries and gods and goddesses. And Delwyn’s here now.” “Yes, Delwyn,” Stella’s voice changed subtly on the word. “You don’t like her?” Aislen lifted an eyebrow.

she protested. Aurelia’s face lit up as a wide grin spread across her face, “Wedding planning,” she proudly announced. ​ ​ Achilles stood in Helga’s office as she sifted through stacks and stacks of books on Alchemy and familiars. “How could it be a vision?” he asked her. “I’m not sure, your highness, it may not be visions but, something about that mark seems…familiar. Not something I’ve seen before on any Vampire or Dhampir but, maybe in some of my research,” she told him. “If it were a vision, why would she be in so much pain? I’ve found her now, I swore she would never experience pain again,” he said, pleadingly.

Regardless, the cliff they now approached was their first possible clue regarding the Dwarves, and it eased Randey’s anxiety with the hope that they may have found them. Each night as they had sat around their fire, the Knights had queried the Minotaur about his people, himself, and anything he might know concerning the Dwarves. Caulan continued to describe himself as naught but a simple soldier, a Shujaar, to use their own tongue. His background was humble, his parents being farmers providing grain for the city of Minouros. He told what he knew about the Moran’kaar as well. Those tales were more frightening, particularly for Randey as he had seen one first-hand. When he had related that tal