Indian Folklore Creatures Novels & Stories

Slowly, the purple mist took its final form, the INYOKA. The mother was alarmed at these strange activities; she tried to run away again, but her feet were not letting go. The large, venomous purple snake crawled towards her, and the mother freaked out as the snake climbed on her body, gliding its scaly self around her until it reached the baby.

Refusing to be discouraged by his silence, Halrem took another slow step toward the table, her attention never leaving either the broken fang or the man standing beside it. The fang had been broken away with enormous force, and near its root an unfamiliar symbol had been carved into its black surface. It was not language but something older, a mark of recognition that stirred faint memories from forgotten physician manuscripts describing northern folklore, forest rites, impossible beasts, and predatory gods that existed long before kingdoms. Her eyes lifted sharply. “The beast,” she whispered. “The shaman wasn’t speaking metaphorically.” For the first time since she entered, Draevor moved. S

I broke into a fit of giggles, “only you A.” “What?” He asked looking perplexed. “My mother is a titan, not I. I am something else altogether, something more. I’m not certain I know how to explain it. I’ve spent time researching old scriptures and books, and the Hindus were the ones that managed to best explain what I am; according to Hindu folklore I’m a Trumurti. An all powerful being whose power can create, protect, and destroy.” Some gasped loudly, their shock evident on their faces and the wild look in their eyes.

“Antique Roadshow?” “I'm a collector.” He played with me lazily. “You can change it, though. The remote's under the pillow.” “Okay.” I flipped to the nature channel. “Ooo. Water buffalo. I love those.” An Indian celebration was underway, apparently in honor of one of those animal-headed gods they worshiped. They smeared the buffalo's haunches with red paint and hung its neck with flowers, then led it down the street in song. “I don't get religion. It's just a cow.”

Besides… - Several moments ago… “We would love to help!” The creature said happily. How are we going to help you, Thunder Jai?” The creature asked. Jai sweatdropped at the nickname but decided to ignore it. “We’re looking for a beast that has kidnapped someone. It’s a big gorilla beast. My friend said it’s so big and has big mouth.” The creature looked up and moved around slightly while humming. It looked to be in thought and it was so adorable. “Gori-gori?” The fae asked Jai and he nodded. The fae smiled and nodded. “We know it! Do you know where it went, Thunder Jai?”

The prints look like humans, but it has a missing toe on each side. Something crept through Ejima’s stomach, making the hair on her skin stand. She had heard tales of creatures with missing toes back in the village. Her uncle had told her scary stories of how these creatures offended the gods and were destroyed from the surface of the earth. Every story she had heard always painted the missing toe creatures like some mystical beings that do not exist. They were said to be barbarians who fed on anything that had meat. Go back now that you have the chance. A voice warned in her head but Ejima dismissed it. She unbuckled her sling from her waist and picked out three stones from her pouch. She m

After a moment of deliberation, he added, “But since they are ones of the most popular creatures locally, I think they exist here. People won’t know of their appearance and names otherwise. Although always exaggerated, myths and folklores sometimes have some truth in them.” “I see.” In a small voice, the girl replied, “I hope we don’t run into them soon.” She seemed to have been traumatized a bit by those creatures at the Underworld March. But who wouldn’t be, when those damnable creatures kept swinging barbed whips at the poor soul for every minor nuisance? Even Ley was terrified by them.

It’s a good thing that we came prepared. “This place is creepy.” Kai drug out the word creepy. I have to agree with him. Neither of us got any rest last night. We kept hearing strange sounds. Moaning and screams from things we have never experienced before. We saw a faceless spirit looking thing last night. I believe they are called a Hupia, although I can’t be certain that’s what it really was. It didn’t bother us, but this place seems to be filled with them. Something else that we have come across is a Morko. It is an elemental Ooze type creature. They are freaky as hell but the only way they could hurt you is to love you to death. We have also crossed paths with a few dangerous creatures,

Yulia Kammal cautiously again. “Actually I don’t wanna tell you this... However, I think that sooner or later you’ll have to know about this, so right now I’ll tell you this... Yakshas, dragons, asuras and the other creatures which we’ve discussed before actually have two kinds of forms and appearances.” “Hah? What are those?” asked Mrs. Yulia jumpily and nervously.

Her house is more a museum than a home. “Werewolves are the last supernatural creatures created, did you know?” She walks us to the oversized cushions, sitting down, and I follow suit. “Dragons and fairies are among the oldest beings to exist.” “My clan are descendants of the first.” She smiles, sharing with me her memories. “Created by the great…” And then she delves into a language full of consonants, I couldn’t decipher even if I lived forever. “Sorry, I should probably put it in terms you understand. I guess Chaos would be the most applicable name. He has many names depending on the culture and religion you ask.”