Scary Mythology Novels & Stories

Scarlett asked, still feeling a little bemused. "Well, yeah. There's the good Mythics - the magic users; Wizards, Fairies, Nymphs, any sort like that. But they're all mostly extinct. While Vampires, Werewolves, Serpentine, and others monsters...are the bad guys. The Dark Mythics. Ever heard of Van Helsingr?" He asked her. "As in...the old school legend Dracula killer? That Van Helsingr?" Scarlett rose her brows in amazement.

"Also one about shapeshifters." "I have something for you. Today's children just don't like to read about their hometown, and they call everything a myth. But not everything is just a fantasy or a tale from madmen. You and I, we were proof enough." Mama Bora said with a frown. "Arthur, some tales are not just tales to entertain. Some myths are more than just myths. Some happened here, then, and happening here, now. Some darkness always lingers and something beyond human conception walks around, but science haven't have answers for so many, and only deep faith can restore humankind from destruction. There are powers, there are shadows, and then there is light. To look at it, one's eyes must s

They lived under a ruse of chaos, but instilling such fear in the humans they so desperately sought after took cunning, forethought, and detailed planning. They worshipped Haerlyne, who they believed was the God of Chaos, Theft, and Revenge. Aradia had told me of their great shrines, draped in ruby-red silk that flowed like blood from an open wound. They shrouded it with the bodies of their victims, giving them up in offering once their souls had been drawn from their bodies.

Sensing my unease, he reached out and gently placed a weathered hand upon mine, offering reassurance. "Please, do not let the tales unnerve you, my dear. They are but figments of the past, remnants of a bygone era. Yet, there are those who still believe, who fear the night and its mysteries. For them, the mere mention of the vampire myth awakens primal fears." A mixture of curiosity and apprehension filled the air, and I found myself yearning for more. "Have you ever encountered anything supernatural, sir? Anything that has made you question the boundaries of reality?"

His shadow was missing, leaving an eerie emptiness at his feet. Dizziness clouded my vision, and as my consciousness wavered, a figure materialized out of the darkness. Hayden, the enigmatic ruler of the mythological Underworld, stood before me. My eyes widened in shock and fear as I believed he had come to reclaim me, to take me back to the realm of shadows and despair.

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

It was frightening to the people. That was the Tay's Domain. "Syron." Syron was a mythology that represented destruction. Legend had it that when people looked directly at Syron, they could not escape death. It was only a representation of Syron, but it was terrifying enough for the people. Meanwhile, Benedict shouted. Spiritual flames surged on him, and countless runes appeared in the flames. Three triangles appeared in his eyes. They started to spin slowly. His silhouette became blurry as if his physical form was fading away from the world.

My clothes were ragged and I lost my sandals, but it doesn't matter because how I'll get away and save myself from these creepy creatures is the most matter. They're like hungry, craving for its foods. A predator hunting for its prey, which is me. They're creepy and scary so I close my eyes in fears. In my lifetime living, this is the first time I'm witnessing and experiencing these. I don't even believe in ghost nor fairytales. They're just fictional, an imagination. Human mind imagery creations formed from fears. Some of them are now approaching me while the others are still standing but ready to eat me. I screamed out of my lungs when they successfully reached me.

It was carved into the shape of a smiling Bhramuth, and the warmth of her skin lingered on it. Now, without the pendant, Charlotte finally saw her colleagues, who had been there all along. "We have plenty of employees here. From now on, you'll be working with them," I told her. I clapped my hands happily as I watched terror spread across her face. "What is happening? What are these things?" Charlotte screamed. The workshop was crowded with ghosts. At that moment, they were all sizing her up. They looked disturbing—headless men, women with missing limbs, and even malformed infants. No one could witness such a sight and remain unshaken.

“It will give you some context for this part of your heritage.” I nod, taking a deep breath as I prepare to go on this new journey of self-discovery and understanding. As I turn the pages of the ancient tome, Auntie Skyler and Uncle Apollo stand beside me, offering guidance and support. I learn about the myths and legends surrounding vampires, werewolves, and demons, each story more fascinating than the last. I find myself drawn to the tales of vampires, their immortality and supernatural abilities that seem like they could be part of the life I never knew I had.