Novel & Cerita Scary Mythology

It was beating wildly in my chest. My dad took another deep breath before he started speaking again. “Lycans and werewolves are two mythological creatures that have been around for centuries. They have unique abilities, strengths, and weaknesses, but they both share the same origin story: the moon goddess created them to rule beside humans.” He paused and looked at me to make sure I was following his story. I nodded, my mind spinning with this new information. His words mesmerized me—it all seemed so impossible, yet somehow, I felt an odd connection to the stories he was telling me.

“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

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

“Amara, I’ve been delving deeper into the ancient texts, searching for any mention of similar visions, any clues about the nature of this… entity that might be threatening us.” He presented me with a worn, leather-bound tome, its pages filled with archaic script and unsettling illustrations. “There are mentions,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, “of a malevolent force, a being of pure darkness that feeds on fear and despair. It is drawn to power, to strong emotions, and to individuals with a unique magical resonance.”

I watched her fade because I could not find the blood of the Ancient known as ‘The Myth. I felt a pang of sorrow for Alexander. The book went on to describe the tragedy of "The Myth." He had been the King of all Alphas, a being of such power that his blood was rumored to have magical properties, it could heal any wound and even bring a wolf back from the brink of death.

The energy in the hall shifted from anxious to actively hostile. "Vampires?!" one elder roared, his voice ancient and filled with centuries of prejudice. "That's impossible! They're myths! Creatures of the Evil One! Stories to frighten pups into obedience!" "They're unclean!" another voice bellowed from somewhere in the crowd, a middle-aged warrior whose face was flushed with rage. "Abominations that drink blood and corrupt the soul! They drain the life from everything they touch!"

Some of these chapters may contain: Torture Homicide Horror-like elements Sexual assaults *NO RAPE* Along with: Demonology Crude dialogue Emotional trauma Do also note: There will be humor, love, and mentions of religious mythology throughout the WHOLE story. Please do not be offended by any mythology that is used! It is mostly based around Christian beliefs but there are also a few other cultures that are mentioned. A lot of the creatures will be imaginative but there are a few that WILL be named, such as Tatzelwurm, Aeshma, Cerberus, and Demon Hounds. With all that said, any who wish to continue, please enjoy and watch the character growth!

I murmured into her ear. “I…” She paused and curled her fingers against the windowsill. “I have another question.” “About what?” “Mythology.” “What is it, Clara? You can ask me anything.” She turned around and stared deeply into my eyes with her intense ones. Nervously she swallowed and chewed on her lip. “Do you believe in supernatural creatures, like… lycans and werewolves?”