Urban Myth Story Novels & Stories

His services have been used by many other werewolves to kill each other, really stupid? He could easily get out of this prison, which is not a difficult matter, but it would be very tiring if he did it himself. It would be better if he just waited because in two days someone would come to help. They will enter from the same spot as him, a small spot that has never been monitored and borders on an uninhabited land, only they ... ordinary humans can pass through it ... because the wolves are afraid to pass through that uninhabited land ... they believe in a ridiculous myth. . A myth that is actually very much proven to be a lie. The myth that anyone who passes through the forest will become a

The clouds hung heavy in a dark and sombre grey, a storm brewing as though the heavens were expressing discontent with the transpiring events. Shops stood shuttered, streets eerily deserted, and lights flickered intermittently. In one town, electricity stubbornly persisted, a meagre beacon for the werewolves encroaching upon human land. Desperately clinging to the dwindling hope of victory in this war, the werewolves initiated a quest for the elusive Tree of Life. Although deemed a myth, whispered around campfires and narrated to children as fairytales, every story held a kernel of truth.

“True or not, we don’t share our secrets with… outsiders.” “Outsiders?” I ask, thoroughly insulted. “We’re fighting on the same side. Besides, who the fuck cares? None of us here do. If we did, we’d be killing you with our toxic blood, and-” “That old myth,” Varo says in perfect English, interrupting me. “You still believe it? It’s a story the ancient vampires and Lycans cooked up so the vampires wouldn’t decimate the Lycan population.” Behind me I sense, more than hear, Noah get up from his seat and I tense up. “What?” I ask.

What he brought out didn’t look like a novel. It was an old leather-bound journal, hand-stitched, pages stained with age. He handed it to me without a word. I opened it slowly, and the first thing I saw was a sketch of a man mid-shift, half-human, half-wolf, his mouth open in a silent scream. “There are stories,” Thomas said quietly. “Stuff no one talks about anymore. Most people laugh it off. But there’s always some truth buried in the myths.” I nodded, heart racing. “Where did you get this?”

Birdy nodded in agreement, "It is time for the ghost stories to begin and be spread. Stories of a pack of wolves that live nowhere but everywhere, who rescue the weak, broken, and unchampioned, taking those they rescue away with them and disappearing with no clues to who they are or where they came from." ​Three gods and one vampire nodded in agreement. "Let the fun begin. Go lay the groundwork to make the stories true when our wolves awake," Hyperion ordered. ​Cronos snickered, "This is going to be so much fun. I am glad Gaia is letting me loose to help lend credence to the stories." ​"What good are the stories without those needed to make them come true?" Bob wondered out loud.

"It's inconvenient now. Speak in Haranese." There was a deep inhale on the other end before Alex finally responded in Haranese, "Did you really get legally married to Rebecca? What are you thinking? Years ago, you went blind saving her, and she repaid you by leaving you at your lowest and running off with another man. "She nearly ruined you! And now you're getting back together with her?" Evelyn's mind instantly translated the unfamiliar words. As she processed them, an unbearable chill spread through her body, making her feel like she had fallen into an ice-cold abyss.

But now, I was glad I did, because one way or the other, there was always an atom of truth in myths. “You are talking about…myths?” A scoff left my lips, as I gazed down to stare at my open palms. “They're not myths.” “Come on Arias. Gryms are midnight stories told to young wolvens to scare the crap out of them.” The vein on the side of my neck bulged, and my teeth gritted against each other. It took everything I had to not fling something dangerous at his head. Although, I was sure he'd sidestep it, it was worth a try.

Emma looked at Jake and Michael, who had similar expressions to her. "Romanian people, especially those who live in small towns and are quite old, still believe in many myths, one of which is the Strigoi myth. They believe this myth is a warning that humans must continue to do good in their lives so they don't die in a state of curiosity." "That means a human must die first to become a vampire. Then, if Vincent is still alive but he turns into a vampire, wouldn't that be against the legend?" Michael asked, full of doubt.

"You and I both knows that this is way more than just history lessons" "Don’t tell me you actually believe he exists? The world is just confused. When they get lucky and escape death, they hail the night roamer. When they get unlucky and fall into harms way, they blame him. But i must tell you, these stories are just myth, don’t rely too much on them" They sit side by side and stared at the starry sky in admiration.

“What happened?” “What happened is that humans stopped seeing us as… human,” I growled. “We became animals in their eyes—a resource to be… collected and used, just like any other resource on this planet. And pretty soon we were getting used up. The reason you only find references to wolves in mythology and indigenous legends is because we had to go underground. They were taking our offspring before they were strong enough to protect themselves. They forced breeding. They slaughtered us with their weapons—you name it, they did it. And then when they were done using us, the zealots got involved—decided we were demons in the flesh, and started hunting us.” I took a breath, working hard not to s