Virginia Urban Legends Novels & Stories

He knew that I was seeing something and Virginia managed to pull her arm back away from me. "What did you see?" Jackson asked. "She's working with Lennox." I say. "What?" Jackson asked. "Lennox wants me out of the pack so that I am not destroyed with the rest of you." I say. "What?" He asked, shocked. "Virginia went after you because she knew that I was going to die." I say. And Jackson grabbed a hold of Virginia and threw her against the wall and the fae tried to race up to help her but I kicked him in the stomach and he fell backwards down the stairs and he landed on his back.

The nagging sense of dread only deepened after that night. Every shadow felt too close, every sound too loud. I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone—or something—was always watching me. My sleepless nights turned into restless days, and as the city outside continued its usual bustle, I delved into an entirely different world. Late nights at the library, dim-lit corners of obscure websites, anywhere I could find whispers of the things lurking beneath the surface, I wanted to be sure that I was not losing my mind. Most of it felt like nonsense, ancient folklore and children’s tales. But the more I read, the more these so-called legends started to feel… uncomfortably familiar. Beings who liv

The stereotypical southern gal was something that came easily but often slipped away with her occasional foul mouth; a bad habit she inherited from her father. Deep down, an overactive imagination was what led her astray. Urban legends often led her down the rabbit hole of odd curiosities on the dark web researching urban legends, which ultimately led to finding kink sites that piqued her interest in sexual submission. This trip would surlily bring her to the height of those curiosities. Being scared senseless of what she might uncover in this sin fest island due to her mother’s constant harping about being a lady and keeping her virtue, she was equally excited to dive headfirst into the pit

Money is, after all, the only comfort in times like these. Virginia has become one of the most violent states in America. Decades ago, it was known for beaches and amusement parks, but now crime. Super-naturals are the only tourist attractions, and the city is run by monsters. “I thought you said you didn’t need help, Aiden." Camille’s brown eyes greet me beside the black police car. The white has been taken off to give a stealth feel. Our headquarters are in Norfolk. Part of the job we do is shielding ourselves from the civilians. To the general public, we’re the police, so we’re not exactly respected.

I think I might need to get my head check because Vampire was not real. It was a myth, an urban legend. But the eyes of Isabella was black as charcoal when I can see that she was looking at my throat. I gripped my throat before I was standing up again and I was looking at the streets that she was taking. I shook my head before I was looking around and made my way to the car before I was sliding inside as I was looking at the road. It was dark and I don’t think that I ever felt alone like this before.

Three things occurred to Isabella as she watched the vampire charge the alpha wolf as if in slow motion. The first was that, based on those bloodstained fangs diving toward them, vampires were far more lethal than stories had led her to believe. As a Rogue who’d grown up in the countryside of the Sunshine State, she hadn’t had occasion to encounter many. Aside from being in New Orleans, they were more common in the northern parts of the country, and they tended to keep to big cities with high human population density—the sort of places where she’d never spent a day in her life.

“I think Seraphine may have tried to warn me.” “About knots.” “I thought she was on her usual bullshit, so I ignored her.” “Understandable.” “There’s a Human urban legend that Weres have inflatable dicks, but it’s widely believed to be made up. Like the rumor that Vampyres pulverize in the sun? But lo and behold, we found a single conspiracy theory grounded in reality. Of course it’s the one about genitalia.” Zane doesn’t reply, so I lift myself up on my forearm and look at him. The knot— here I am, using new vocabulary in full sentences— has deflated, but I’m still half on top of him, clearheaded once again.

They've been very impressed. "I'm impressed too," Frank said, nodding. "But I brought nothing with me." "That's no issue!" The lady laughed and leapt up the stairs, where she explained what made the foulness horrific. It was just like the monsters in urban legends, haunting a specific area. Those with a strong mind might fare well, but it would kill any person who gave in to fear instantly. Frank nodded—it was why he did not bother chasing down the drunkard and his buddies earlier, as he knew that the foulness would kill them for him.

I smiled as she put her arm around my shoulders. King Izzoth produced a map and explained, "The vampires have four broods. They like to stick close to species or humans that will easily be blamed for deaths that occur from a bite. So, East St. Louis, Salem, Massachusetts, L.A., and Chicago." Queen Winnie reasoned, "So, anywhere witches or high concentrations of IV drug users live." He nodded, "Yes. They like to make sure others can take blame for their actions." I shook my head and fumed, "Damn cowards."

Her eyes looked through every dark opening of the place, like an open window upstairs or a cluster of black shadows in the first floor of the dormitory building. Rather than worrying about the famous white lady and grandmother ghost of this part of the world, she was more concerned if this place had already become a hideout for criminals or gangs. It just seemed to be a perfect place for that. Look, what better hiding place could there be apart from what the common populace avoided due to a so called supernatural phenomenon? She sighed. Maybe the girl ghost they said sighted within was actually just a silhouette of a female lunatic or rule breaker camping inside. To see is really to believe.