Novel & Cerita Hmong Myths

"A long time ago, before our people settled here in the mountains, the tribe of our ancestors was decimated by a horde of men who came from across the seas to the east, known for their crimson garments that struck fear into the hearts of all who saw them. It was a story our parents told us growing up. Have you really never heard it before?" "No," Adea muttered. "Our parents don't tell us many stories of our people's history." "I heard of a legend that says the other side of those mountains is a realm of the Spirits." Everyone turned their attention to Lyda as she spoke up. "It's said that the mountains cannot be traversed, so there are secret spots throughout these territories that may act a

He did not what was about to happen but he once had such an experience in his former place of work. There was a lady named Hunag Hunaya but popularly called Hang. She was given birth to in and had all her childhood experiences in the Abasia Kingdom. When she was around sixteen or seventeen of age. She traveled to the northern region for business alongside her mother. But her mother was born in the Abasia Kingdom but raised also in the western region also. Her father was from the Zuluh tribes in the western region. While traveling in the desert, they were attacked in which her mother was killed on the spot while trying everything to protect Hang. She drew out a sword against those people. Un

“The Naga people do not eat snakes, but we are closely related. Among the snakes in the forest, there are some that we teach to become dragons if they have the potential.” Dragons? Zen felt that the game story writer had gone overboard with this floor’s lore for some reason. The snake with the potential to become a dragon belongs to Korean mythology. It was also known as the imoogi, although the Chinese have their own versions of snake demons. The Naga were a semi-divine race originating from India and known for their wisdom. On the other hand, the Lamia was a female demon from Greek legends that seduced men and devoured children. What was this mixed pot of snake-themed stories? Zen would ha

Merfie, her best friend, said. She rolled her eyes. Jelca stared on Merfie's way. "Darn this subject! I dreamed about a monster! And I hate it!" “Maybe myths are somehow true.” Merfie's lips curved to make a wide smile. “Myths are myths! No fuckin' way to be true! That monster in my dream isn't real either,” Jelca stated. "Old people believed on dreams. They trust about dream bringing them preparedness. Do not underestimate dreams, dear," Merfie said.

“According to the urban-legend and so-called ‘myth’, based on the crucial essential pictures engraved on the gigantic stone on the sacred hill, our three drops of blood...” Sumico hadn’t finished up her suggestion when Evania had already interrupted her, “For Venus’ sake, Sumi! At the times like these, you still believe in that fake, irrational, illogical and also nonsensical urban-legend and so-called ‘myth’, don’t you?” “We’ve all given our three drops of blood to our men, but see? Even our King Alexander is at his brink of life as well as quietus, Sumi...” protested Hanny quite querulously this time.

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

hskk. “What is that sound?..” the surroundings were quiet, but I could hear a sound as if something was cracking 3:00 am At exactly 3 am, a strange black shadow suddenly appeared in the corner of her room! “Who are you? What are you doing here in my GF’s room !?” the shape of the shadow slowly formed and gave the appearance of a large hairy man. “A Kapre!!” (Kapre is a Filipino horror myth that appears like a person with a hairy body and a face of an ancient people)

said Jimmy gesturing towards the pendant and statue. The driver’s smile became broader and more knowing. “No, these are artefacts from far older beliefs.” “Like from Atlantis and shit?” “Atlantis is a myth, these beliefs are much older than any myth.” “Doesn’t all myth start with some basis of truth?” Jimmy was really getting into this debate. It was probably the best thing he could do, under the circumstances, but it made Sam uncomfortable. Talk of ‘spirits separated from their bodies’ reminded him of Ashkan and the ruined remains of the other men.

It wouldn't hurt to briefly look around. All I had to guide me were the rumors and myths about the Fae and their realm. The problem with myths, is that you never know what might be real. Myth says the Fae can't lie, but no one has ever been able to prove that. Out of all the legends I knew, there was one fact. Monsters came from this realm, some harboring magic while others had claws, fangs, or poison. All were deadly, and all caused death when they managed to find a portal and cross over. Remembering all of the myths I knew, I suddenly felt very exposed. My eyes darted around the clearing, looking as far into the forest as I could.

“Who are you?” “I am Dr. Anthony Jin. I am here to help you.” In a daze, Chen looked around the room. “Where are my parents?” he asked. ASP Wong was wide-eyed. “They were just here. He doesn’t remember?” “The uncanny encounter has impaired his memory.” I whispered to Wong, but Chris had heard me and followed up, “Uncanny? It was haunting! Those jungles are not clean. It is …suay.” He sniveled. ‘Suay’ is Hokkien term for bad luck.