Turkish Folklore Novels & Stories

There's a little shop downstairs that sells organ soup. It's always packed with customers. People line up as if bewitched, eager for a bowl. I've often wondered what secret ingredient made their soup so irresistible. This afternoon, I finally found my answer. Floating in my bowl was a piece of human skin—inked with a tattoo I knew all too well. It was the one etched on my boyfriend's arm.

I sell handmade fortune cookies in the park. Each one costs $10,000, yet every day, people fight to buy them. That’s because what I sell are fertility fortune cookies. Eat one, and you can get pregnant instantly. You can even choose what kind of child you want. Slip in a double-yolk charm, and you’ll have twins. Seal in a perfect test paper, and your child will be a genius. A spayed female dog ate one and ended up pregnant with six puppies. Someone buried a fortune cookie beneath a withered tree, and by the next day, it had burst into full bloom. I sell fortune cookies to both women and men—anyone who wants to get pregnant. I turn no one away. Even animals, if they so much as make a sound, I’ll feed them. Until one day, a young woman, Mara Kessler, who had been standing in line from dawn until dusk, finally stepped forward and timidly said she wanted to buy a fortune cookie. I only took one look at her, then staggered back in terror. "I can’t sell to you. Leave. Now."

Hidden deep in the mountains outside our town was a sealed cave filled with ancient coffins. According to local legend, one of our ancestors had died hundreds of years ago before he could marry or leave behind an heir. People believed his spirit never moved on. The town elders claimed the only way to break the curse was to choose a bride for him—someone who would be bound to him and carry on his bloodline. And for reasons I still didn’t understand, they chose me.

My mother's honey shop served only women, and she sold only one type of honey. The honey was contained in small glass jars, and it had an eerie name—Heart-Eroding Honey. Whenever women came to buy honey, my mother would personally lead them through the shop and into the mysterious beehive room in the backyard. Shortly after the door was closed, there would always be faint, suppressed moans coming from inside. I never knew whether it was from pain or satisfaction. However, when the women reemerged, they would all have rosy faces and radiant smiles, as if they had been completely nourished.

I was a private fertility specialist who handled the kind of cases no reputable clinic would touch. During the day, I treated ordinary patients. But once night fell, the sign outside my clinic flipped over, and my real clients arrived. Wealthy wives with family secrets to protect. Women desperate to leave behind an heir for husbands who couldn’t father children themselves. I thought I had seen every kind of unusual case until this one. The client was a man who had just died. And technically speaking, he was my twenty-seventh husband.

Manolya expected a quiet summer with her cousins in their small Turkish coastal town. But a vanished woman, a hidden weapon, and a demon protector drag her into the same darkness that once claimed her mother. Following the trail pulls her deep into the obsidian dimension, where black magic thrives and a long-buried evil stirs awake. Because some family secrets are worth dying for - and others are the reason you will be killed. Can Manolya survive the truth buried in her own family?

In the vampire—enslaved present world, Myra longed for a better life. After a horrid tragedy that ended her life, she was reborn as a lowlife Omega from a folklore in the year 1721. Now she must save the Lycans from their impending doom, and rewrite history.

It was prophesied in Shifter folklore that when a Solar Lycan was born, great change would come to the Shifter population. Only trouble was that it was all it was, an unfulfilled prophecy; no Solar Lycan had been seen for more than a thousand years. Had she ever even existed? Well, here's the thing: sometimes, occasionally, prophecies do get fulfilled.

Khloe Roswell is a force to be reckoned with, a "python" who strikes where it hurts most, leaving destruction in her wake. As the head of the Italian mafia group, a position inherited from her father, she is feared and respected. Her decisions are final, and anyone who dares to cross her is met with swift and brutal punishment. However, a reckless decision led to her downfall, stripping her of her title and plunging her into a life of turmoil. Meanwhile, Anthonio Armani, a handsome and powerful Turkish mafia leader, never thought he'd fall deeply in love. But fate had other plans. Under circumstances fueled by hatred and necessity, he finds himself bound to Khloe Roswell, making her his wife and Queen of the mafia once more.

Alejandro, the son of the Mexican biggest gangster hid in Istanbul from his rivals where he met Ceyda, a teenage Turkish girl who was his tour guide. They fell in love with each other but his father threatened Ceyda and ordered her to disappear from Alejandro's life because he wanted Alejandro to marry the daughter of his business partner. His father created scenarios that made Alejandro violent and after his father's death, Alejandro took over his father's position and found out Ceyda eventually and started torturing her for his revenge until the truth was revealed.