Finfolk Mythology Novels & Stories

Foln laughed, "before leaving the conisoir. Rumor has it the finil guild is still looking for him. However, the children's stories have him wandering the conisoir looking for naughty children. I hear the parents of the rich folk use it, too, to scare their children from the conisoir." Ten men, Sethlzaar thought. The numbers had been grossly exaggerated. A child prowling the alleys with sword and fire in hand, punishing the evil doers. He almost laughed at the thought. This was what people had turned a child crazed with vengeance into; a childish tale of judgement and retribution. "How is Old Groc?" he asked. Foln shrugged. "Not many know. He never leaves his shed." "Shed?"

Always attribute it to pain, thanks to Brian the fucking sick bastard that he is. Next up were the angels and demons which both said they wouldn’t be themselves attributed mostly because they were constantly fighting with each other. That one being the only one to me that made sense at all. In any folk lore it is always the same. Angels and Demons always hated one and other. I learned during this introduction from Faulk whispering in my ear that all the creature for the most part had peace, because the King and Queen had made it so. But they were always little spats here and there, mostly of course from the angels and demons.

I muttered gulping in air. "Well, what happened with you!!" The guy who had helped me asked. "I can't really say but a beast attacked me while I was foraging for food" I replied hoping they bought my lie. "A beast??? What do you mean by a beast??" Someone asked amongst the others. "According to ancient myths, there lives a beast in the deepest part of the forest, they are called the RAGUS. It's just a myth and no one has ever come across it" A girl in glasses explained.

The second his eyes landed on that video, he felt it, that burning sensation as it rippled through his veins, causing his blood to pump faster and his heart termored. When he was six he had thought his great grandmother mad when she would often tell these tales of Merfolks, dragons, fairies, elves, whispering ghosts, who lived in a beautiful city under the sea and how they were real… she said the whispering ghosts often lure men and women under the sea…. trap then suck their souls, they would sink ships and flood trespassing islands.

Elias blinked and silently urged her to continue. “We spoke to her and she told us about,” Fionna turned to me and I nodded, “she told us about Mage wolf.” I saw the way Elias stiffened, his eyes widening for a microsecond before he composed himself. “I…heard that only in folktales, as in, she was a myth,” he replied slowly. His lips curled into a small smile. Fionna looked back at me helplessly. I blinked once and turned to Elias. He was omitting truths, which was technically not a crime, but I was desperate.