Urban Myth Story Novels & Stories

she laughed, clapping her hands in wonder. “What is it? Did I say something wrong?” “No,” Mariah laughed, “absolutely not. In fact, what you told me just added to our history.” And with that, she told him the story about the origin of Night howlers and Nightwalkers. “The tree of death.” Alaric was shocked, “it is not a myth?” “Huh?” Mariah was confused. “Myth? Of course not, it was what brought our existence.”

“What does he meant by that?” “He’s talking about the war of the greater werewolves. It’s not really even written in books but it is rather passed by lips throughout the generation.” Pulling his bag of ointments under his bed, Idris thankfully replied to my query. “The myth is all about a pack of alphas coming to wreak havoc in our world” “A pack of alphas? That seems like an overkill.” I stood behind watching him. “Indeed but that’s why it’s labeled as a myth. It’s only been passed through stories and that meant it’s inadequate. There’s no actual basis backing up the truthfulness of it” He added.

I knew that mom wouldn't stay with us longer if we didn't treat her quickly. But to be honest, deep inside we all knew, there was no cure for her. The damages in her body wouldn't be healed. But still everyday we kept aside all of our worries and enjoyed our precious moments together wishing someday the tale of the mystic spring would come true and heal everything. I laughed inside at my own thoughts. In our nursery book, we would read the rhymes about the mystic spring. It was an old wolf myth. Wolves believed that awakening of the mystic spring would kill the darkness and bring back the souls and reigns by lightening the world.

Both men swung their heads around to hers, their shock evident on their faces in the darkening car. Niall forced himself to concentrate on the road. “Another myth that no one really knows where it sprouted from.” He shrugged. “She’s supposed to give birth to a Shadow wolf that’ll defeat the Werewolf Hunters or so the rumors say.” Kris just listened intently, unsure of where his mom was heading with this, he was almost wary of finding out the truth. “It’s been decades and no one has heard anything more, the rumors are starting to die off now.”

He smirked and shook his head. Hana approached aggressively and acting to punch the warden, “Will you say something, or will I break your face?” “Okay, okay, I will talk.” the warden replied while his voice was frightened, and Hana slowly returned from her seat. “But don’t expect too much all I know is that, only fishermen know about the myth story that your father said that the truth is that they really are. There is a story of a group of fishermen who came to the village of fishermen from Rainforest Biomes. They sailed to the northeast part of the ocean, as they had not caught many fish in the part of the sea near the Emporium, they went to the far part of the ocean where no fisherman had

he said before some of them laughing right now. “But of course, I cannot say that I was ignorant. No, that was for the older generation since they forgot to take their medicine,” he said before Damien looked around and proceeded to tell the set for the rest of the night. Until someone was asking about the myth of Cyprus. “Well, once upon a time, there was this ship containing barbarians that were coming to an island that no one knew about. They landed there before they saw a beautiful young woman and they were enchanted by them. No one knows who she was but being barbarian, they took what they thought was theirs.

I trip over a branch and fall. “We can not be the pack with The Ultima! Everyone will come in search of you, to use you as the weapon you are.” I look up at him with one eye. The ultima? Ultima’s are folklore that my great-grandma used to tell us about. The ghost stories of the wolf that came now and then to help replenish the werewolf community with the gift of recruiting humans to be wolves based on their skill sets. Well, until the last Ultima, that is.

“Richard, you can’t just go around talking about killing another Alpha. Do you have any idea what that would cause?” I tilted my head slightly. “I’m not talking about killing an Alpha.” Gunner frowned. “Then what the hell are you talking about?” I hesitated for a moment, not because I doubted what I was about to say — but because saying it aloud made it feel heavier, more dangerous. The air itself seemed to listen. “You ever heard the stories?” I asked softly. “The ones the old packs used to tell about the thing that walked under the full moon. The one that didn’t belong to any pack or bloodline.”

To break their holy bond. I closed my eyes and sighed tiredly slowly intaking all the information. this is way beyond fuck up. This is not a fiction I can tell because I have heard many stories about the urban legends and folklores from my grandparents which on some parts proved its legitimacy. I turned to the next page and my eyes widened, there it was. the ritual to summon the moon goddess but now after reading and getting to know this much about the gods will it be a good idea to cross paths with one? The thought scared me to the core.

WRONG NIGHT As usual the lover were out hunting and had gathered some men to be killed, these men acted very different, they were supposed to welcome their death warmly like others before them, but they began to cry and begging for their life, Oyinda knew something was wrong or maybe it was the Laalu in her that had thought so, but she went on and killed them, Agbara saw it all and felt the pain they felt, he became weak again, and when he narrated the incident to Oyinda, she also feel bad, that night she had a change of mind. THE HAPPY SPELL When the world first began, many other things happened to those humans that had it place in the gods note of history, many thought it never happened an