Scary Mythology Novels & Stories

Erica nodded subconsciously because really they were doing the shittiest job of the century. Jade sighed and began, "Look, Erica. What they mean is that in this world, there are not only humans that exist, there are...what humans call 'mythical creatures' or 'supernatural beings' such as werewolves, vampires, witches, faes, mermaids which exist as well." Erica took in every single word with a blank expression on her face. The only thing that was going on in her head was, 'What is this nonsense?'

Some described them as men eating demons. In some languages, they were referred to as 'those cursed by the moon'. Their origin could be traced back to Greek mythology with Lycaon who was believed to have been cursed by Zeus himself. Then there was some nordic folklore also. There were those who swore to have encountered these creatures in real life. Yet it all seemed so... unreal. Tales and nothing more. I recalled that night at Esme's party again. Denial was only making things harder for me. It was as though I were staring the answer right in the face and rejecting it. I refused to believe it. Not when it went against everything I knew and this boring life I lived.

Yesran walked along the shelves with wide eyes, her steps were slow, and then, not wanting to waste time, Yesran began to browse the books on the mythological shelf. Vampire. Nymph. Elves. Siren. And many more non-fiction books that tell the origin of mythological creatures from various continents. As many people know, vampires are blood-sucking predators, Elves are fairies who have extraordinary powers, and sirens are mythological creatures who guard the sea. Yesran put the book about Siren back on the shelf, then her fingers moved to the next books. Yesran's fingers stopped moving. Yesran's eyes narrowed when she saw the writing on the dark blue cover book.

"Battlefields haunted long after the blood dried. Accounts of creatures roaming the hills. Vampiric revenants. Wolves walking upright. Scholars dismiss them as superstition, but the consistency is curious." "Consistency doesn't equal truth," I replied lightly. "It equals repetition." "Perhaps," he said. "But repetition across regions, across decades, suggests a shared source. Fear has patterns." I leaned back slightly, folding my arms. "Fear always does. Give starving men cold nights and unburied corpses, and they will invent monsters." "And yet," he said quietly, "some myths are remarkably precise. The rituals. The symbols. The methods." I met his eyes then, deliberately. "Methods?"

“What do you want to call this group?” “Well… the Knitting Circle?” Aricka looked at the horrified look on Yolanda’s face and then burst out in laughter. “I’m kidding that’s horrid! Nah, I figure we’ll have a few males noses out of whack being made up of all females so… Let’s see… common insult would be…” “Bitch.” “Yup, and what’s the meanest bitches in all mythology?” “Valkyries?” “No, Hell Hounds! Think about it. There can’t be anything meaner than a Mama Hell Hound.”

Marcus cast his eyes down as his shame covered him like a new winter’s coat. “ For now,Noah, please just trust me.” For a while after Noah left his room, Marcus stared up at the ceiling, feeling like the lowest form of life for lying to his best friend. How could he possibly explain to him that his dad and new girlfriend were being haunted by an ancient spirit, the same one who haunted his gran and her sister years before? “ Hello Marcus.” The voice which suddenly interrupted his thoughts, was melodious and familiar. Marcus looked to his side and by the light of the moon beaming through the window, he saw her.

SCARLETT My mind recoiled. Legends of the Primordials were not bedtime stories; they were chronicles of extinction. They were the reason the oldest texts were sealed, the reason magic was fundamentally feared. Aethyros wasn’t a warlord or a monster; he was a cosmic force. If the Sleeper beneath the Iron Mountains was indeed stirring, then the tunnels, the Giants, the entire 'New Order' conspiracy wasn't a rebel threat. My nightmare of Cardan’s unmoving body was something I couldn't get rid of.

"I will kill all the members of your family if you do not offer yourself to me. I will bring you to the situation when you will intentionally come to me and plead to save your family members by offering yourself to me." Amara walked helpless towards the haunted mansion. She felt numb and lifeless for the happenings around her. The words of the sage begin to ring in her ears. "It will be the dark night without the moon, the onset of heavy storm and the shrill howls of dogs. There will be an unfathomable clamor present in the atmosphere, the unwelcoming cries of the eagles and the uproar of tumult yowls from everywhere around will be the indication to alert you it was the one and only day in y

I said, masking my concern. “It’s as good of place to start as any, I guess.” Cas nodded. “I can help, too.” Kali said, quietly. The tension in the air was vibrating at what we’d just discussed as we all glanced at one another. Over the next few days, we dove into the books and the mythology of any and all monster lore we could find. We read about everything from banshees to wendigos, but nothing really seemed to fit just right. The blood drinking was throwing us off. Whatever it was, it was elusive, deadly, and rare.

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.