Horror Folklore Novels & Stories

"You might have been affected by its terrible vibe. I should remind you before." Upon hearing Brad's words, a sudden realization struck me. It was said that the Dark Forest harbored a terrifying group of rogues, where the cursed bodies of countless werewolves lay buried. Consequently, the entire forest exuded a chilling aura, capable of causing even ordinary werewolves to lose themselves completely. No ordinary being dared to venture lightly into the dreaded Dark Forest, for it exuded a chilling aura of darkness and evil. I felt a mix of fear and curiosity wash over me. The Dark Forest was infamous among werewolves, and stories of its malevolence had been passed down through generations. To

The hiding of the clan, however, is the real horror of this world I now live in. The Blackclaw clan hides in the space between worlds, or so I’ve eavesdropped/heard Krono explain one time. On one side, the clan borders the dark forest of a world full of monsters. It is said that the dark forest hides vampires, extinct in be human world, witches and warlocks like Krono, and other human myths come to life. It is said that Lorez found a magical stone that teleported him to this world, where he first met Krono. From there, the tyranny that is Blackclaw began.

Flipping to the first page she skimmed the text. 'Vampiric entities exist in cultures across the world. Hysteria follows the legends of these phantoms, causing mass burnings and hangings of suspected vampires. Every culture has its own lore regarding vampires. These malevolent spirits would contaminate the living by biting them and drinking their life force to sustain their own.' This gave Layla pause as she remembered Atreus' elongated canines. She chewed her lip softly as she read on.

The horizon was a jagged smear of charcoal gray and bruised violet. For three years, I had walked toward it, guided by nothing but the rumors whispered in the hushed, terrified voices of dying scavengers. They spoke of a place that held the line, a fortress of humanity amidst the rotting sprawl of the walking dead. They called it "Haven."

Marcus cast his eyes down as his shame covered him like a new winter’s coat. “ For now,Noah, please just trust me.” For a while after Noah left his room, Marcus stared up at the ceiling, feeling like the lowest form of life for lying to his best friend. How could he possibly explain to him that his dad and new girlfriend were being haunted by an ancient spirit, the same one who haunted his gran and her sister years before? “ Hello Marcus.” The voice which suddenly interrupted his thoughts, was melodious and familiar. Marcus looked to his side and by the light of the moon beaming through the window, he saw her.

"Miss Cassandra. I know your knowledge of our world is very limited. I must say that keeping yourself isolated all these years is both impressive and a bit frustrating. While I understand it was for your protection, separating yourself from your people benefits no one. Tell me, what do you know of vampires?" Folklore is all over the place when it comes to vampires. Some say they are demons. Some say they are blood sucking creatures that live forever. Some idiots like to think Vlad the Impaler was the first vampire. Most commonly it is written that they can only walk at night. They drink blood. And, of course, they are evil.

~Rory~ Mortals that have supernatural powers, humans that could shift into animal forms, walking corpses, and bloodsucking demons. These are the common details of the books I’ve read throughout the entire week. There are tons of literary pieces inspired by these myths. I can’t say that I haven’t heard about witches, werewolves, and vampires before. Every culture has its own version of these folklores, and the Čuvari Tribe is no different. But none of these books speaks of the ritual that Paul was speaking of.

I trip over a branch and fall. “We can not be the pack with The Ultima! Everyone will come in search of you, to use you as the weapon you are.” I look up at him with one eye. The ultima? Ultima’s are folklore that my great-grandma used to tell us about. The ghost stories of the wolf that came now and then to help replenish the werewolf community with the gift of recruiting humans to be wolves based on their skill sets. Well, until the last Ultima, that is.

“Look back on your own folklore, Irish brat. Every culture has realm-crossed lovers.” “Ew. So it's a guide about how to get ectoplasm stains out of bedsheets and what to do if your husband sprouts horns and starts devouring the neighbors?” “No, numbskull. It's an overview of the usual entities that interact with humanity. A field guide of sorts. It tells you what to expect when dealing with them and summarizes their background.”

“I want to understand you. You will teach me how to understand you,” “I have a new theory.” Faye slumped on the couch beside Selene who was getting ready for her work. The seemingly sunny day was not in sync with her mood, she barely got any sleep and it has been going on for three days straight after she left Domus Malum, feeling bewitched. “So.. I have read about an Irish folklore called “Candies for the Soul” which talks about a supernatural being that lurks in the forest or mountains, it is famous because people are flocking outside till midnight calling for its name to grant them three wishes..”