Scary Mythology Novels & Stories

I had no idea where these images of castles, thunderbolts, gods in human form, and flying beasts came from. What even scared me shitless was as a child, I would feel this power swelling inside of me, the birthmark on the back of my neck I have that symbolizes a black pitchfork would itch, once it glowed and I got the feeling of something or someone watching me, yet no one was ever around. I would see the shadowed image of a man in my dreams stretching his hand for me calling me “Thalia” I would shake my head, as a child and run away. His aura was very dark. He was devilishly handsome, and his eyes glowed at times like a blue flame was in them. It was not just him that I was once scared of i

The last thing I need is for Valen to pick up on my inner turmoil. I try to banish the image of the bone-chilling spectacle that unfolded in the woods earlier from my mind. The terrifying creatures—Algoths—haunt my thoughts with their sharp teeth, claw-like fingers, bulging eyes, and veiny wings flapping ominously in the air. They are by far the most fearsome beings I've encountered since arriving in Lyria, and I shudder to think that even more sinister threats may lurk beyond the horizon. Yet, amidst the beauty of this enchanted realm, there lies a sinister underbelly—a darkness that threatens to overshadow its breathtaking vistas and idyllic landscapes.

But as they dispersed, something darker began to take root in their hearts - whispers of suspicion and fear, fueled by the uncertainty of the night's events. In the days that followed, the rumor mill churned with tales of the bad omen, each tale growing more embellished with every retelling. Among the swirling whispers, one name was at the center of it all - Scarlett. They claimed that her presence had angered the Moon goddess, leading to the ominous cry of the deer. They whispered that she was evil, wielding her newfound power to bring ill fortune upon the pack. "It's true, I heard it myself! The deer's cry was a warning to us all, a sign that we shouldn't have accepted Scarlett as our Luna

"Am I wrong? I would be long gone if you didn't bring me back. How many times have you used your abilities to stop me from leaving? This is the reason people are afraid of you. I thought Rita was exaggerating but she was right. You are..." I take a step back "You're scared" "How can I not be?" She asks without turning around "Ly... They are myths. They're not real. Yet here you are, in the flesh. With extraordinary abilities. Abilities that are far superior to those of any wolf. How can I not be scared? I don't know what to expect from you"

I ask while breathing hard. “She loses control sometimes. But what you saw has to be kept a secret, someone is after us and I can't let him kill my little sister." He looks like he just might kill someone from that declaration alone. “Relax, mythicals stick together.” His whole body locks up and he gives me a look like I just killed his damn cat. “What?” “How do you know she is a Mythical?” he questions “I saw the light as you were jumping out of the way. Also, Mythicals know when they are in the presence of one another, it is like a gut feeling. People these days call it that at least.”

Elena introduced the topic with confidence, her voice steady as she explained the common themes in shifter mythology across different cultures. “In Norse mythology,” she said, gesturing to an image on the screen behind her, “we see the concept of the berserker - warriors who would take on the spirit of the wolf or bear, channeling their ferocity in battle. The term itself comes from Old Norse, meaning ‘bear-shirt,’ referring to their animalistic transformation.” She moved through her slides, discussing Native American legends of skinwalkers, Celtic tales of selkies, and the enduring symbolism of wolves in folklore. The students were engaged, asking thoughtful questions and jotting down notes

she snarled. "I apologize. Such abilities boggle my mind." "If shifters, witches, vampires, warlocks, fae, and other mythical creatures exist, why is it so difficult to believe in the existence of other powers?" she hissed. "Right, those Dark Angels. What was the reason behind scaring the witches, anyway?" I asked.

Roman’s sudden entry scares the shit out of me so hard that I jolt and the laptop goes crashing to the floor. Roman bends to pick it up as he approaches me, beating me to it and not meeting my eyes even as he hands it back to me and finishes, “Werewolves with scarlet eyes are believed to have corrupted wolf souls. We bring calamity to our packs, and wolves like that are killed. We’re monsters.”

It wouldn't hurt to briefly look around. All I had to guide me were the rumors and myths about the Fae and their realm. The problem with myths, is that you never know what might be real. Myth says the Fae can't lie, but no one has ever been able to prove that. Out of all the legends I knew, there was one fact. Monsters came from this realm, some harboring magic while others had claws, fangs, or poison. All were deadly, and all caused death when they managed to find a portal and cross over. Remembering all of the myths I knew, I suddenly felt very exposed. My eyes darted around the clearing, looking as far into the forest as I could.

For the night is dark and full of terrors," Sryrn and her queen's men replie d. Moriah peeled off the glove and let it fall to the ground, ready to turn into the Legend. The gods in the pyre were scarcely recognizable anymore. The head fell off the smith with a puff of ash and embers. Myra sang in the tongue of Waterfall, her voice rising and falling like the tides of the sea. Ezekiel untied his singed leather cape and listened in silence. Thrust in the ground, it still glowed ruddy hot, but the flames that clung to the sword were dwindling and dying.