Hmong Myths Novels & Stories

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.

"Did you know there would be monsters? You didn't tell me there would be." "Monsters?" The tom put the case on the large table next to the no-fur and opened it carefully. He started checking the contents as he spoke. "Ah, you mean the Hares, don't you? I forgot that you have never seen them before. I'm sorry I didn't warn you, but they are not monsters. They are like toms, but gentler. Their homeland is much more kind than that of the toms."

"Anyway, the legend Conrad found could explain what's happening here, if it's true." Secret myths and legends again. Was he suggesting that my human aunt changing into a wolf - no, a usemi - could be explained by a legend? Or was it the part about her being someone's true mate? It was bad enough that human myths were turning out to be true. Now the monsters' myths were true?

“Ah. Now that is the correct question.” Mr. Trung proceeded to gently remove several tiles from the box. They clinked together lightly as he spoke. “The legends of my people say that these tiles were made from the bones of high priests who served Khong-Lo, the god whom—according to our Legends—separated the sky and the earth. He then erected four columns to support the sky. To guard those columns, Khong-Lo created four sacred beasts.” Without looking at either of us, Mr. Trung laid down one tile, which sported a finely inscribed image of a dragon. “Long, the Sacred Dragon, guards the Eastern Column.”

I shrugged. “Um… Goddess help me.” Hana sighed. “Pam, some of the occult is fake. Unicorns, dragons, aliens, fairies, and leprechauns are all make-believe. Werewolves, vampires, demons, angels, and witches, however… Well, they are very real.” “Hana. Please be serious. I asked you to make it make sense, not less.” I shook my head. “I know, and well, it may not make more sense, but it’s the truth. I’ve known about all these things since I was a toddler when my dad brought my mom and me here and adopted me.” Hana gestured around us.

The bodies were sprinkled with Mugunghwa flowers all over their bodies so that it is not really possible to know who these bodies really are. "Didn't Mugunghwa flower grow along Buyeo hills?" Commander Yeongjo reflexively hugged his own arm as he shuddered in horror. How can there be so many Mugunghwa flowers when the closest distance of Buyeo hills to the land where Mugunghwa flowers grow is fifty miles away. “Does that mean, the legend of Holy Spirit Magic really exists?” Princess Missil came out of the tent and felt a strange air coursing through her veins. Everyone was silent to hear the allegations expressed by Princess Missil. In fact, what was running through their minds was the same

Mira got ready after the makeup artist fixed her makeup to return to hosting the event. Near the end of the path, xD members could find a bell-shaped Sanbangsan outcropping standing in the middle of the water. This parasitic volcanic cone is part of a fascinating myth that has been passed down from generation to generation. A deer hunter accidentally shot an arrow into the hip of the Great Jade Emperor on Mount Hallansan.

The moon shines fully, illuminating the darkness outside and providing a glint of light to Svetlana’s eyes as she stared up at it while she sat on a bench with Ahrio next to her. “There’s a legend in Southeast Asian countries that whenever it’s the full moon, ghosts, monsters and other scary supernatural beings appear and roam the world of the living. Do you know that?” Svetlana shared one of those horror stories she had heard from her childhood. Smiling, she glanced at Ahrio and caught him just staring at her face like he’s engrossed about everything about her. “Really? Do those supernatural beings include goddesses? Coz I’m definitely seeing one right now.”

“What?” “Nothing,” she muttered, gripping her crudely bandaged hand with the other. “I just don’t know what it’s like to have a halmeoni to fuss over me.” Jihoon blinked at the hint of wistfulness he heard in Miyoung’s voice. It seemed so ordinarily human, to wish for family. It made her so much more of a mystery and he couldn’t help asking, “Do you have parents?” Miyoung scowled at him. “I mean, I thought the myths said gumiho were originally foxes.”

Maybe that’s why I felt like I was being pulled into the forest. “It’s an old ghost story made by the humans, but it was never a ghost in this forest but a Gumiho.” Yong-rae face tensed up with the word Gumiho. “What is a Gumiho?” Rylie asked. “It’s a nine-tailed fox god, in this case, a goddess. They are minor gods of the forest. They roam the earth for thousands of years before ascending to the heaven.” Yong-rea crossed his arms in front of him and slumped down the tree a bit.