Urban Myth Story Novels & Stories

“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

“I suppose so, yes. Although . . . I did read something once.” Katie straightened. “What was that?” “It was in a book of Native American folklore, I think. It said that when someone’s eyes were put out on purpose, it was sometimes done so they would wander blindly in death, their spirit lost forever, and the victim could never find their way back again from the afterlife.” She smiled. “It doesn’t really work that way.” “Ah. Right.” Katie heard Clemency stifle a yawn on his end. “Sorry for the late-night call,” she said. “I better let you go.”

I cussed to myself and finally the third which we just watched horrifically get eaten by crocodiles. We have walked a mile now and something kept bugging me, I could hear Mike's heart pounding like drums. Mike was an average height man, with glasses bigger than his face, he knew much about tales and myths like some mountain elf he forgets to live in the present. "Are you good Mike?" I called out trying to beat the whistling of the jungle, "your heart has been beating so loud, I can barely hear myself speak" I added to loosen up the mood. "Are you crazy?" He snapped back "Have you not heard the rumours?" His panting increased. "You mean, the rumours that brought us here in the first place?" T

"I just want us to arrive soon because the residents said that there's a mysterious creature that likes to roam around on full moon nights. And everyone is hiding at home right now. So we should seek shelter immediately." "Don't you scare me, I don't believe in such things. You're also a human being so if the story is true then you will hide earlier instead of going to the bar." "What if I'm not a human? What if I'm the mysterious creature that's being talked about?" "You're just full of crap. I'm a logical person. I only believe in evidence not stories." As if to confirm the truth of Ryker's story, there was a very long wolf howl, overpowering the sound of their bikes.

DANTE POINTED TO A couple of wolves fighting. "Those are usemi. Also known as werewolves or lycans. There's a lot of myth and lore about them, some true, some not. The bare bones version is that they are real, but very rare. I don't know how far back they go, but I do know that their population has been dwindling. If humans knew of them, they'd put them on the endangered species list. Akharu, too."

the two voices continued to converse while I slowly drifted off to sleep. I woke up with sore muscles… or bones? I don’t know what hurts more, but I need to stretch. I stood up, and it felt ten times better. At first, it confused me how I ended up sleeping inside the jar. Then I remembered yesterday… All those overthinking was futile. I should be dead by now if they actually betrayed me. Now, I feel bad for accusing them of something they’re not. I looked around to look for them, but they were not in their beds. How am I supposed to get out of here?

"You are so smart Phoebe, but, that is how good writers are, you do not have to witness a certain event or experience a certain situation to be able to write a good story. A writer's wild and great imagination can take her readers into magical places and can turn them into reality." Amelia titters at her daughter but Martha interrupts their conversation. "Those stories of beast were from our grandparents and it might be true, my grandmother used to warn me not to roam in the street during night time, because members of werewolf clan are hunting people, they kill them and eat their organs." Martha turns to Phoebe while she gives her three pieces of cut apples. Amelia annoyingly looks at Marth

I asked frowning, I have never heard about this. Ray laughed, “ It was in the bedtime stories, my mother and granny used to recite them to us to make us scared of going out in the middle of the night. you know how pups are! As soon as they start shifting that’s what they all want to do for a long time. The male pups even go out at night to run through the woods. So to keep me and my brothers safe, my mother and granny told us this myth. How at night a creature who is not man nor beast roams the landing of woods and if pups go there, he will eat them.”

Danté asked. "Not sure, nothing much is elaborated about it, so far its only talks and tales, it's originating from Cherokee folklore and a name here of an ancient Shaman named Blair" "Blair?" "Cherokee Indian" Liam said looking at him. Danté sat back thinking, they all knew of Vlad Dracul, the supposed first vampire, but it was never spoken of any first wolf, or great wolf, maybe only a werewolf will know the full story. "What if we ask a werewolf?" Danté asked "An old one?"

Tasha is about to open her mouth to contradict him when he says, “Tasha, listen to me. Carl wants the book for the ritual but did you find anything about the incarnation ritual in it?” “No. That’s why I am confused.” “Of course. It’s because it’s a myth.” “Vampires are also a myth according to common people,” she says reasonably, “how do you know it’s not true?” “Because I started that myth,” he says simply. “You started it? I don’t understand. Why? How?”