Folk Tales Africa Novels & Stories

A sense of unity prevailed as they joined hands, swaying and moving to the enchanting melodies played by talented musicians. The night was alive with stories and shared experiences. Elders passed down ancient tales, recounting the heroic feats of werewolf ancestors and the origins of the New Yam Festival. The flames mirrored the flickering anticipation in the eyes of children, capturing their imaginations as they listened to stories of magic and adventure.

It was celebrated on a low key, my dad knew no one but his brothers, and they were in different continents, my dad was in Asia, Hymas was in Europe while Devon was in Africa, so my step-mom invited some of her friends It was time for departure, they bided each other goodbye and parted ways, my dad and his siblings converged at the location they had diverged from the first time They returned home, each with their reports to their father, of all the results, Hymas came outstanding, he was to be inaugurated 3 weeks later, but the unfortunate happened; the three brothers had gone for battle, together with the overlord, which Hymas was the General of the Army, they had gone to fight against the r

We decide to take a rest. An old lady pushes her mini stand beside us, "Would you ladies care for a handmade mud figure?" "Ah!" My face glows up, as I favor items like this. I glance at General Li; she doesn't seem like the type of person to play with mud figures. "Uhm... Sorry-" General Li nods, "Sure thing. Ma'am, you seem to still have quite a bit of mud left. We have some ideas. Granny, do you make animals?" The Granny emits a deep and audible breath, expressing sadness. "Sorry, Ladies. This old granny only makes human figures."

‘Speak’ his authoritative tone echoes in room, we all hold our breaths in fear. ‘I was travelling to south with kids along with me, it was third time I was changing my location. On the way walking between forest, I heard a faint voice of baby’s cry. I would have ignored it, but having kids around me had made me very sensitive towards the kids, a fear of any danger around the baby forced my steps to follow the noise and my suspicion was right, a wolf was attacking the baby.’ She began telling us a story, Willow's story.

Before there were doors between worlds, there were stories. They whispered from hearth to hearth and ship to ship— of wolves that ran like midnight wind, of foxes with nine tails and nine more tricks beyond that, of fae who looked like carved moonlight and smiled like knives. Humans loved those stories—as long as they stayed in books and bedtime. The moment a story breathed, the moment a pair of eyes glinted from a tree line or a shadow stepped out of the corner of a room, humans did what humans do best when they’re afraid.

I could still taste it on my tongue, still feel it on the tip of my fingers, the way the magic filled the air and the atmosphere shifted, the way their voices roared like moving waters, the light from their eyes and the stillness of their soul that felt like they had finally found peace. But even as fascinated as I was, I was terrified, because of the events that followed, the prophecy. The day of Ailak. It was a folklore that almost every child and adult in the nine realms knew. It was a scary story to keep the kids from wandering at night, from walking into the deep forests that led into lands beyond the realms. Realms said to belong to regular humans, untouched and unexplored.

She knew she felt something for him but Star made her realize it was nothing but love. If Star clearly saw it, why did it take her so long to accept it? "You love him?" Terra knocked her out of her thoughts. "Yes, I do. So this will be a good time to tell me whatever you're trying to hide" Willow walked back to her seat. "Every supreme wolf has three lifetimes" Terra started. "But a single sacrifice of a rare breed of wolf can end all the three lifetimes" Terra sighed. "Ralph, Jordan's father sacrificed himself for Woodville"

What can you tell me about the Night Terrors? He rolled his thin, lined lips in, seemed to debate with himself. "Tol'ko skazki. Nichego solidnogo. Eto byla gruppa zhivotnykh, poyavivshikhsya posle GULAGa. Pod nimi nichego ne bylo. Yesli rasskazy pravdivy, to vam nuzhno derzhat'sya ot nikh podal'she." Only stories. Nothing solid. They were a group of animals that emerged after the gulags. Nothing was beneath them. If the stories are true, then you need to stay far away from them.

My parents thought by me not knowing who or where I come from I would be safe. “As I said my people, my tribe were slaughtered. They were called the Twa tribe, they emigrated to Ireland, living off grid in the Jungles surviving off the land. The townspeople rarely saw any of the Twa people. It became sort of like a myth that the townspeople would tell stories that could never be proven. But everything became all too real when children started telling their parents that little people were visiting them at night some good and some evil. Then they started noticing that people’s money, gold, and precious Heirlooms would go missing. Then the stories of people practicing magic in the woods began t

“I’m starving.” Ralph chuckled, shifting the gear. “Just hang on a little longer. We’ll be at the pack house soon.” I shifted upright in my seat, suddenly more alert. “Ralph… earlier, you said something about being in Africa before you went into the Fae world?” “Yeah,” he nodded, eyes focused on the road. “We were trying to find a way into the Fae realm, but the one who could help us—the only known one who could open the way—was in Africa. In a place called Uganda.”