Horror Folklore Novels & Stories

When i told them about the illusion of the door that i saw back in the closed room they all had a perplexed expressions on their face. “Whats so shocking about it?” “I never heard of such magic before,” Alex replied. “Neither the vampires nor werewolves have the power of illusions.” Myles said. “Maybe elves or wizards?” i asked. “Umm… they don't exist Rebecca. That's just folklore.” myles replied. “They dont? Oh!” i said. I once thought werewolves and vampires were folklore too. I wouldnt be surprised if a dragon hatches out of a rock in front me.

[ A COLD NIGHT AT DEMONS DOMAIN!] ••• A place; haunted and forbidden to disclose its presence in the human world. A gothic-designed building— so mighty and depressed; built highly at the top where darkness and gloom happily embraced the domain. With many tales describe it as a cursed house where demons dwell. Many; including creatures that are said to be from fairy tales, dare not to set foot near its doorstep— the forest of SKÓURO KÓKKINO.

I wonder if my sisters know this; I doubt they would tell me their husband’s secrets, not that it’s any of my business knowing anyway. Fenriz chuckles. “Yeah, apparently, they merge just before the parade starts. Also, I noticed that they’re quite good at hiding their scents like another little fox I know,” he teases with a grin, referring to when I hid under his desk and pleasured him. “I guess this holiday worked out for me ally-wise as well. I wouldn’t want to be on the wrong side of a demonic horde.” I’ve heard the folklore tale of the Night Parade of A Hundred Demons, which child hasn’t heard of this before, but to find out that Nurarihyon actually exists is a wild thought! I wonder wha

It would be foolish to risk him having a clue and shutting up. “We have always been there. Ever since good has existed, there has also been evil. Edimmu, Jiang Shi, Ghoul. We were called Draugr in the Nordic countries. They have called us different things through time, but we are the same and with the sole purpose of creating fear in people so that they appreciate the good and correct. Some of us, however, have been just a bit theatrical, Lamia and Lillith, for example”. "What has that got to do with the pact ?"

"Let's hear what Illac has to say, you know I do not like that Foire, he is not fit to be a leader," "Words are spreading fast," Lucas said while looking at the two werewolves talking. Blair nodded, of course, it is. Word had spread through Gehena as well, necromancers who live there are intrigued whether or not it is true. Ghouls in Imperial also has a share of their content saying that they have once seen a scarlet-eyes wolf running around. Things are being heated, now Foire, what kind of play are you going to do to make them believe you? Blair can't wait to find out what will happen later at dawn.

Anyway, he kept saying that there are horrible creatures that lurk in the darkness here… While growing up he told me the story of the time when he was ten years old, his dog ran out of his family home—this townhome, the home I’m just about my home until my dad gets out of jail and the social worker says I can go back. He goes on and says that he watched his dog die that night being eaten alive by a wolf-like humanoid that he himself barely made it back home to safety. Then there were these stories of the locals being blood-sucking vampires and all the BS surrounding that subject. Oh and the witches of the forest and the great lake—supposedly they lure pregnant women to their deaths and drown

“Yes, horror is the only modern genre that’s as fatalistic as classical tragedy. But one is considered by critics to be the pinnacle of fiction and the other is considered the nadir.” “You know you get the cutest little furrow in your brow when you get all serious.” “Blow me,” said Sam chucking a zippo at Jimmy’s head. “Only if you furrow your brow for me.” Jimmy took a hit from the bong and said, “You’ve thought quite a bit about this haven’t you?” “Yeah, I have. It means something y’know. The ancients used mythology as a way of exploring a lot of important, unspoken things about their lives. The closest thing we have to that is horror, it’s our way of exploring the unspoken matters in life

So much time passed she worried about her baby. “Excellent idea. Let’s hope she’ll talk to us. Before we go through anything else in that book we should worry about?” Greta didn’t want to remind Gabby that they still didn’t know who performed the ritual that put the curse in place. “It talks of the fair folk a lot and to appease them always. They still pass those traditions down from generation to generation, and we put it right into the traditions of the inn, so it becomes a unique part of the visit. There’s also talk about spirits and ghosts. Like they are two different things.”

His wrinkled face looked like it was crawling with countless wriggling worms. I shuddered and stepped back, whispering to Silvia, "Good thing I've got you. This place is terrifying." She snorted and suddenly shoved me forward, straight toward George. With an icy laugh, she said, "This pretty boy will make a great offering. You're going to love him." Before I could react, George gestured, and several eerie puppets stepped forward to pin me down and drain my blood. A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night.

"Before you took me back, I grew up in this instance. The three bosses here are my family. So tell me—what's wrong with calling this my turf? And if someone orders me around in my own turf, shouldn't they get slapped?" Laughter immediately erupted around us. One veteran player even wiped tears from his eyes from laughing too hard. "Little Missy, did your dad hit you so hard you went stupid? You actually dare say the three bosses of Happy Home are your family?" Not a single person believed me. After all, the survival rate of this instance was terrifyingly low. The red-clad female ghost had once slaughtered an entire room of players in three seconds, then hung their corpses upside down from tr