Urban Myth Story の小説・ストーリー

hybrids also have incredibly keen senses and are able to hear for miles and see in total darkness. The capatche tribe in north america have stories of hybrids: one night a girl was walking by the coosa river and watched as the stars shone, then a man pale and ice cold walked out of the water completely naked, she offered him some clothes but he just stared at her. she was entranced and walked into the river where she was raped by the pale man. after he raped her he tore her throat out with his teeth and drank her blood, this kept on until the tribe mixed with the shape-shifters

The native women of Saint Maria were lost to the wolf-people clan. The wolf people hid in the forest and collected the cubs of man. To them, our children were cubs. To us, the wolf people were monsters. Monsters who didn't exist. They were a myth and their people were no more. They left in this world never to return. Or at least that's what they all wanted us to believe. I never believed my grandmother when she told me they weren't real.

I can see that she was still trembling, but then I touch her hand and something that I can’t describe happened between us, a warm feeling goes through my body and somehow transferred into doctor Anne, she was gasping and her eyes look straight into me, “You… you can do this?” I baffled when I heard her, but before I could ask her furthermore, she look at Zephyr and said, “Alright, I will tell all of you everything.” Zephyr, Elm, and Aaron took a glanced at each other, and after they nod to doctor Anne, she begin to tell us her story, her adventure with Hyacinth. “She told me about a legend of the shaman from the Asian pack. I told her that was insane to search someone from just a legend, but

“Join us, please.” Darien, Lucas’s twin, joined them, too. They all slowly walked to where Myron and Raquel were, closely followed by Lena and Serg. Soon they were all listening intently to the stories… “It was the most amazing demonstration of love. They completed their mating ritual, and not long after, he felt himself changing. His eyes went wide as he felt that his worst fears would become a reality. He managed to tell his mate to run, but as brave and stubborn as she was, she refused…” Myron went on, telling one of the most famous tales of the pack, The Legend of the Moon.

I tell her as I smile at thought about running through the forest. Luna, will you tell me who I am? Ever since last night I have felt different. I know you know more about who I am and what I am becoming. I huff as I try to think about where to start. "Okay before I do that, I need to tell you a story. The story of the first wolf. I know you did not go to school like other pups so I will give you a history lesson. It starts with the moon goddess of course. Many think this is just a myth, but the Moon Goddess was a witch. I know the story that is taught is that she has always been a goddess that took favor with us and blessed certain humans with wolves but that is not true. The Moon Goddess w

Perhaps this couple were genuine parents who were grieving for their child. Just as I parted my lips to speak, a memory from long ago resurfaced in my mind. Perhaps they had mistaken me for their daughter because of what my mother had once called a myth when I was much younger. The myth stated that when two people with kindred souls suffered untimely and painful deaths, their souls would swap, and the one with a stronger will and a greater purpose would be granted a second chance at life. But it was just that...a myth... it was a myth. There was nothing in our lycanthropy history that suggested anything like this had ever happened.

Mary answered in the dorm of a question "Well my mum told me today that all stories and tales are sprinled with truth. And all the gods are real the moon goddess created us and assigned our wolves our mates and when we turn, I don't believe she would condem us if we believe in an alternative afterlife or maybe our afterlife is the same as the vikings and your nan's beliefs, we just don't know and probably never will until we die. That's why it's called an afterlife" I answered

Mufasa explained. “The story passed on to become a myth after a lot of parents figured it gets children to quickly fall asleep or at least, stay quiet in bed for fear of the firewolf passing by to see if they're awake. Those children grew up and most of them retold the story to their own kids. And so the line went on until it became a strong myth. But in this modern age, myths are being forgotten so little to nobody knows about the firewolf.” The men exchanged looks between each other.

In her thought, "I must protect my sister this time. The bad guys are here again!" During those times when the Utopia is still united, an untold story scares every mortal child. It is a story that only the mortals know and their ill mother always tell them this, "Every night, when the moon has totally devoured the light of the sun, the beasts with fangs will hunt for their favorite flesh."

Aravelle asked, a faraway look in her eyes. I knew the story, every werewolf did. It used to be my favorite bedtime story. I remembered my mom reciting it to Vira and me for the first time when we were children. I didn’t remember much of it anymore, only that it was about a sibling rivalry. That was why I loved it. “Solara and Lunara. Everybody knows the myth,” Rohan said. “What if I told you it’s not a myth but a real story that happened a very long time ago?” Aravelle said.