Dullahan Mythology Novels & Stories

I interjected, my voice tinged with frustration as I stared at Delilah, hoping she would finally understand. "Please, let her speak," Margaret cautioned, her eyes filled with a mix of anticipation and concern. Undeterred by my interruption, Delilah continued, her voice laced with a touch of awe. "Our friend here is the plainest amongst us all. She was born for great things. It's incredible that she still wears human skin when she's truly a goddess. She had a one-on-one encounter with Derenzantrafiakiloma, the one who reads minds. That entity visited her in human form," Delilah revealed, causing our eyes to widen in astonishment.

All eyes turned to her, this strange pale woman with blood-red lips and glowing eyes. “Aldrian is not man. Nor wolf. He’s an abomination pulled from the underbelly of the ancient realms. He sacrificed his soul in a dark forest ritual. He’s bound to Florence, and through her, to the darkest dungeons sealed under the mortal crust.” “What dungeons?” Linna asked sharply. Kala’s gaze swept the hall, deadly and still. “The Dungeons of the Forgotten—sealed by the first Moon Queen millennia ago. The same dungeons that once housed the gods who defied balance. They’re opening.”

Danté asked. "Not sure, nothing much is elaborated about it, so far its only talks and tales, it's originating from Cherokee folklore and a name here of an ancient Shaman named Blair" "Blair?" "Cherokee Indian" Liam said looking at him. Danté sat back thinking, they all knew of Vlad Dracul, the supposed first vampire, but it was never spoken of any first wolf, or great wolf, maybe only a werewolf will know the full story. "What if we ask a werewolf?" Danté asked "An old one?"

"We look human but trust me, we are not. And you human, won't be alive to see the next day. Because she will drain you of your youth." "Who will?" Rylie inquired. "Amanatha, the goddess of destruction. The older sister of the moon goddess." Rylie sighed dejectedly and sat on the ground. Was that how she was going to die? Without saying goodbye to Killian or the king? Just as she had given up on life, she heard grunts and loud sounds outside. She wanted to run to the iron bar but when she remembered the wolf could appear, she tarnished that idea. When she saw a wounded wolf hitting the bars, she shrieked and covered her face.

They still had a chance at ending the grandfather’s vengeance. Once she finished, Dalia started laughing uncontrollably and when asked what she was laughing about she looked at her brother Nathan, “My brother, who likes being nice and easy. Is uncomfortable around any of the gods. He has just found out he is mated to a goddess with a twin sister. His mate's parents are titans, his best friend is a god, and he might as well say he is related to a lot more gods then what he knows, and they are going to be popping in whenever they want.” Nathan sighed and noticed the tired, scared look on his mate’s face. Although she was a god, she did not act like the gods he had read about. Come to think of

’ I ask him, settling into the couch to wait out Kenji’s Elders as they look over Jamari. ‘Yesss.’ My Demon replies. ‘My name isss Damballa. I have been portrayed asss a ssserpent God with the voodoo people.’ The way that he speaks makes so much more sense knowing that. ‘Long ago there wasss another Realm, a sssixth Realm, where the witchesss lived in peaccce.’ Another Realm?

Though she was surprised to hear him call her by her true racial name, and not by the common slang name of elf that humans often called her people. Truthfully, most humans could not tell the difference between her people, the Malruthiia, or the Detharidu. The Malruthiia were those of her people that had lost their nomadic lifestyle after being enslaved for centuries. They were mostly a free people in this day and age but now lived as the humans did. The Detharidu were said to be followers of the Goddess of Death, for they lived deep underground, and were rarely seen at all. Not much was known about them at all. Her people, the Enerawyn were believed to be the truest and purest of the three.

We appeared defeated and hopeless, so there's no reason for her to keep it a secret anymore. "This realm? Mortals have called it by different names: purgatory, asphodel, hel; however, we call our home Dalaket, the land of the lost between the mortal realm and underworld. It gives us so much pride to see our home become the gate to Tartarus and you shall be our sacrifice for the ritual. As for our queen, it's none other than the goddess of discord herself, Eris," explained the Dalaket who taunted me by tracing her nails on my face. I started to laugh, and I saw the Dalaketnons look at me with both wonder and annoyance.

She felt like she had seen it before but couldn't lay her hands on it. “What is this dungeon?” She asked. “Ancestors shit, it was used to torture hunters before. You know the story about the hunters right, when the moon goddess wanted to punish the wolf clan, she created some group of wolf hunters and gave them powers that would help them easily kill a wolf...” “Even toddlers know that story and my mom is pretty good at folklore so shut up and answer my question...” She snapped at him, eager to know the answer to her question.

The Beast, however, took far more than Matthew’s sadness, it also took his soul. In this respect, the Beast of Dunballan is not dissimilar to the legend of the Cù-Sith, the giant black dog of the Highlands, a harbinger of death who carries away the souls of the dead. Whereas the Cù-Sith is a psycho-pomp, a mythical figure who conveys the souls of the dead to the afterlife much like the Grim Reaper, the Beast of Dunballan didn’t take Matthew’s soul to the afterlife or, if it did, it didn’t leave it there.