Folklore Sentence Novels & Stories

"Beyond the land of ice and snow, you'll find a land of green. There make your home in palace white above the hill and trees." "I think this is the key to finding the Fates." Aurora said to Nanny and Devrim, who had been listening quietly. "Of course it is!" Nanny had no doubt. "The song was passed down for a reason. It was meant to help Fey Folk find the Fates when they needed them." "Fey Folk?" Aurora was unfamiliar with the term. "Magical beings. They call themselves the Fey Folk," Nanny insisted. "How would you know?" Devrim asked.

I ask, wondering how much I really don't know. "Not everything. Our sisters have changed the stories with time, turning them into fairytales and folklore. But to make it easier for the new vǫlur we like to keep some knowledge open in the real world". Gudrun explains. "I mean imagine if you hadn't even heard of a troll or an elf ?" "Well something like finding out what a hamram is". I mumble. After walking for a bit, I remember what the lantern man had said. "You were just told that I am dangerous to be around. How come you aren't scared ?"

Queen Onia had started talking about her part in keeping the island and the Kingdom's folklore safe. And of course, Belle didn't think much of the place's local legends and sayings because she hasn't been there for that long, or because, unless you're visiting a spot for a scare, or a haunted place, the last thing you think about is the fact that every region, in every world, has its own story collection, its own monsters lurking under the bed. And more so, what could possibly scare the people that lived in dreams, the magickal creatures, and the mirror workers, the ones that lived by others' fears?

I wasn’t in the mood for socialising. I ate slowly, mentally planning out my day. I’d been drafting an essay about how useful folklore was in modern life; mostly creating mind maps and beginning to search for sources. I wanted to look into tribal folktales, investigating how tradition has been passed down through generations to teach the children of today. Wolfic folklore is intrinsically entangled with Native American folklore, so my research crossed over, often making it harder for me to pin down references that I could use.

And she saved the world the gods abandoned. Zaha didn't know what he could get from the fairy tale. He stopped his brush on the paper and furrowed his brows. He had tried his best to fit together the variations and another version of the story. But even after piecing it all together, not only was this part of the folk tale strange, but the folk tale itself was really strange. Either it was because it was a folk tale and was told by word of mouth that the context had changed through the passage of time… or because there were so many hidden meanings that the author wanted to convey.

She asked with a grin in his direction. "Better," he laughed. One time he had helped her in arranging the entire library with his magick. She was impressed. "Mama Bora, you look as beautiful as ever. I - I have a favor to ask." When he stopped, she waved her spongy, withered hands at him in a gesture to go on, "We are doing a project about local lore, myths and legends. Do you have any book suggestions on it? Especially something that talks about with nightmares or dreams?" He sounded too vague even to himself, but Mama Bora's eyes became dazed for a second and then clearer as she nodded to herself. "Also one about shapeshifters."

This story is my personal contribution to the folklore I take pride in – the folklore of Kamarsuburi. Like any other folk-tale, in any part of the world, this has evolved through and enriched by the tradition of oral-storytelling over a number of years. My paternal and maternal grandmothers had their own versions of it, my mother her own, which at times, was quite in conflict with the versions of my grandmothers; there were bits and pieces of it that Nisim had passed over to me, just as people in our vicinity, during casual conversations, had passed on certain controversial parts of it. Those controversial parts, for the ease of your understanding, my dear reader, I will call rumours. This s

The first few lines are an introduction to her academic paper, and about three paragraphs down I find what I'm looking for. It's widely acknowledged that the myth of the Creeslough Sea Maid is endemic to the northernmost villages of Ireland, but variations of the story can be found as far South as Kilkeel. The fable is assumed to be more than three thousand years old, and has long fascinated scholars of Celtic folklore – both for its longevity in oral tradition, and for its links to several older, more obscure mythologies. Each telling of the tale varies, but the central theme is always that of a sea witch or sorceress who finds or kidnaps a beautiful girl, and raises her until fate interven

Darrion added. "Oh it's a fairy tale. The people of Corus Mountain used to tell the kids to stop them from playing too far from home," Naoki answered. The guy reached his hand up to trace the stars in the sky, imagining a line connecting one star to another and making picture of a thing in great length. Jai chuckled. He suddenly felt nostalgic. "Oh don't we all?" Darrion chuckled too. "I think all places have horror stories for kids, guys."

Dad said, and Paps nodded his agreement. “Maybe it’s not common knowledge. Veronica can’t go out in the sun – maybe most of them can’t. But some can.” I paused. “I mean – they’d want to keep it a secret, wouldn’t they? It’s not something they’d shout about, if they want to stay hidden.” “A lot of folklore is false, sweetheart,” Paps said, putting a hand on my shoulder. “Why’s this got you so shaken?”