Scary Mythology Novels & Stories

“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

The moon shines fully, illuminating the darkness outside and providing a glint of light to Svetlana’s eyes as she stared up at it while she sat on a bench with Ahrio next to her. “There’s a legend in Southeast Asian countries that whenever it’s the full moon, ghosts, monsters and other scary supernatural beings appear and roam the world of the living. Do you know that?” Svetlana shared one of those horror stories she had heard from her childhood. Smiling, she glanced at Ahrio and caught him just staring at her face like he’s engrossed about everything about her. “Really? Do those supernatural beings include goddesses? Coz I’m definitely seeing one right now.”

"I believe you've never really seen your legions of demons, majesty," Octavius said with a giggle." Witches exist in hell, as well as most of the creatures that humanity repudiates. Hyenna's aquatic creatures, for example, are monsters feared by humanity and exiled by nature itself. You must never have seen the giant and ancestral beast that watches over the waters of the territory of envy. There is much more about hell, besides the creatures you found wandering around your castle.

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 ?"

I asked her curiously as I sat comfortably on her couch and the three of them sat on the big one adjacent to mine. "Well, I believe that there's nothing to be scared of. The ghosts, vampires, witches, and werewolves are just in the books. Right? Fiction. Not real." My oblivious girlfriend explained, and that made the three of us, supermarket beings, look at each other. If you just knew, Pryce. None of us here is purely human. "Uh, yeah, yeah. They're just in the books. Horror books. They are a product of one's creative minds… and to scare people." Sander agreed with her best friend. Now, I really don't know how we will tell Pryce about the whole truth.

“What?” “Nightmares.” Dominic said. He could hear the unease in Paul’s voice as he said this one word. The initial thought: black horse, red eyes, fire-breathing. That’s just one of many versions. These monsters were gatekeepers of a sort. Meant to keep shifters in their place. Not just shifters, vampires, druids, and other creatures. Nightmares are more of a catch-all name for a creature used to hunt the slave species who rebelled against their Fae overlords. The slave species trapped their Fae overlords in their home realm or dimension. It depends on the story and generation you read how it’s defined. Mages are finding magic and science-based documents now on what happened. They aim to rea

Too exhausted to talk, and on the path to the hag’s house, which was luckily free of dangerous creatures, night fell on us. Thinking back on it, we had tried a lot. I could imagine people dying from being covered in those scorpions. They wouldn’t even have had a chance. If they had survived the scorpions, their souls could have been ripped apart from their bodies, by those jealous corpses, or they could have fought among themselves, and killed each other under the illusion Lucien and I were put under. If they happened to be alone, then the corpses could have gotten them because the fear alone would not allow them to think of anyone else. It would finish them.

I needed to be clear-minded right now more than ever. "You are not alone in the world, you only think you are. There exists more creatures than can be imagined, the gods are not as boring as you may think, they have proven to be very creative in their work. There are humans, werewolves and vampires and many many more, most of whom lurk in the shadows hiding away from your kind." She paused, pushed away the scarf I had wrapped around my neck and took a good look at the healing scar caused by Hoff's attack.

Lycans from different places gathered here to celebrate their lineage and business prosperity. Bright, annoying lights, fake smiles, and envious gazes, all check. However, Scarlett was wavering in the other dimension that holds the truth of her born. Yes, her born. That book, Nicole had opened today had given her answers as well as making things more complicated for her. Once again, Scarlett was thrust into her questionable notion ..... "This is the book of Goddess Hecate. Mother of witches and witchcraft." Nicole declared, turning her anticipated gaze to Scar. "Probably, the answer to your question."

“The Unspeakable One. He Who Shall Not Be Named. Also known as Assautuu, Yastur, H’aztre, or Kazum. Mythical deity said to reside in far off Carcosa, along Lake Hyades. Often associated with gods of pagan and child sacrifice.” takes us to his court near Lake Hyades, in far off Carcosa under black stars Carcosa Father Ward typed ‘Carcosa.’ Again, the first link went to a Wikipedia page. He scanned the first few paragraphs, which detailed Carcosa as a fictional lost city written by several 18th century speculative writers. He was skimming the page, ready to dismiss the entry as irrelevant until his eyes snagged on a bit of verse: The shadows lengthen/In Carcosa. He stopped scrolling and read t