Hmong Myths Novels & Stories

"No, if I wanted to do that, I'd be in Scotland. In the fog... On a boat... on a lake..." Funny jokes. He’s got funny jokes. I roll my eyes at him. "So what myths and legends are you trying to prove, then?" I cross my ankles, staring at my hands as I lean a shoulder against the tree trunk closest to his dig space. "I want to examine the connection between San Francisco Chinese immigrants and lycanthropy. There was a burst of diagnosed Clinical Lycanthropy in the Chinatown population around the time stories about the Jiangshi, a more powerful undead creature than vampires, might have stirred lycanthropic behaviors among ethnic Chinese immigrants. I also want to learn if something distantly re

“I don’t know what happened to her, she went there sane and when she came out, she babbled about how it is not an animal and there is no other thing that can do this. She is still distraught.” “I am not!” The woman yelled. “An animal would leave claws marks, an animal would not spit out their clothes, this is not an animal. It is a Gurumapa.” She said. My eyebrow raised at the weird name and I leaned towards Sorens who whispered in my ears. “Gurumapa is a child eating demon who eats only flesh and nothing else. She is wrong though because it is nothing but a myth, a folktale used to scare children into obedience by their parents.”

"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

Gabriel would kill me if he knew. “Well there are a lot of myths and stories told for so many generations and cultures I’d like to believe those kinds of things are true. There are dragon stories from Chinese mythology and then you have the medieval knights fighting dragons. Sometimes I wish I was there to witness for myself what these people were actually seeing for those kinds of myths to told for so long. It’s very interesting.”

“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.

Hanny was vastly devastated this time around. “What should we do! What should we do! The cracks are growing wider and wider!” Evania got drowned deeper and deeper within her panic, fear, and also agitation. “There must be something which we can do! Something! There must be something, Friends...” suggested Sumico, walking here and there at her spot. “What’s that, Sumico?” asked Hanny and Evania simultaneously, also within their panic, fear, and anxiety. “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...”

I found my Mate " What!!.. Your Mate is human " " I saw them.. in the depths of the forest.. It is not a myth as I thought " " Its place is in my arms and not among these idiots there! .. and they are not a fairy tale. The werewolf is a pervert.. There are many legends that are told and no one believes them. There are many myths that everyone thinks are myths. Only myths that parents tell their children to scare them.. So that they don't leave the house and stay safe..

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.