Virginia Urban Legends Novels & Stories

The library felt different at night, as if the darkness had seeped into its walls. The group stood huddled together in the dim space, their flashlights sweeping across rows of towering bookshelves. The only sound was their ragged breathing and the faint creak of the old building settling. “Where’s the urban legends section?” Logan asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Anna pointed toward the far corner of the library. “Over there. We need to find that book. It’s the only way.”

"I will cook the meal, then I can eat up in my room so that you two can discuss your work without interruption." "You don't have to do all that-" Maddy begins. "Nah, it's no big deal. Really. I don't want to try to have an awkward dinner with you and some nerdy tutor from your school." It is not my idea of a fun Saturday night. I would much rather cook, clean the kitchen and hen go upstairs and watch a couple of old romance movies. Maddy goes to Hamlet University, a supernatural school in our town of Hamlet, Virginia. It is a town in Virginia that no one really knows about thanks to a cleverly spelled cloaking magic but it is still a town that is recognized by the commonwealth.

It’s just that it’s rare to see a good one. The bustling Verte city located in the West coast of the country was one of the famous spot for those who wanted to enjoy a worthwhile vacation. Everything was perfect except for one thing. The city was haunted by a rumor about the horrendous beast howling in the middle of the night when everyone was having the time of their life. Its cry was agonizing, scaring foreigners and even the locals who witnessed its presence. After its sudden appearance, several murder cases were the daily headlines in the news.

Apparently, it had been my ancestor, John Day, who’d carved the words Croatoan on the bark of a tree that made the disappearance of the Roanoke colony such a mystery. As for Virginia, she survived and became the first werewolf. She married Thomas’ son many years later and that’s how the largest werewolf pack in the US was born — at least that’s how Ollie ended his story. And yet here I was, an hour later, still thinking about the whole thing while repressing the shiver that came with remembering something so… otherworldly. I sighed. “I’m too old to be scared of ghost stories.” Feeling sufficiently embarrassed by my fleeting bout of fear, I put the key into the ignition, turned it — and nothi

His tales were collected from various sources and compiled alongside some fictional stories made up by Nathan. Two months later, a copy of the book made way into Hana's school. The owner who got scolded by the teacher for reading stuff unrelated to her subject felt embarrassed as all eyes settled on him. Yet not long after, Hana, aka Alice Hevel, approached him to ask about the compilation of short stories, confirming that it was the one about Ley, the helpful spirit of the road. That sparked a lot of interest afterward. It turned out that many schoolmates of Hana also heard about the newest urban legend. As her classmates discussed about the rumors and stories in the internet, debates and c

"I'm looking for information about the town's history, particularly anything unusual or supernatural." She peered at me over her glasses, her eyes narrowing. "You're not the first one to come asking about that, you know. There's an old legend that's been passed down through generations. Some say it's just a tale, but others believe there's truth to it." My curiosity piqued, and I leaned closer, eager for any tidbit of information. "What legend?" "The legend of the Silverwood Curse," she whispered, her voice tinged with a mixture of caution and excitement. "It's said that those afflicted by the curse turn into vicious beasts under the light of the full moon. They become... werewolves."

"Why Virginia? Of all the states you could go to, you chose Virginia. It's a boring ass state, nothing happens here." "I never checked Virginia before, because I thought nothing racially significant happens here. But after doing my research, Virginia does have a lot of racist people and events. Most notably the Charlottesville incident that happened in 2017, where the KKK caused havoc. Also back in 1619, Jamestown was the place where all the Africans got kidnapped from their land and sent to Virginia to be enslaved. Slavery always existed before 1619, but that's when it became severely worse. Leaving a lot of damage to African-Americans and America for an eternity. Plus there are a lot of po

*** THE UNDEAD ON THE RISE … and have we ever been one with ourselves, our eyes would have never fooled us for what the truth really was… Two days succeeding the 4th of September last year, a phenomenon such as not for all the eyes to see had made it past the world’s unresolved mystery and has inscribed its every rich detail in the history: The blood moon. Prior to its awe-inspiring surfacing, New York had been branded as the city of suicide, with a mortality rate as high as six or more heads by the passing week. Even up until this point that the suicide cases had, somehow, found itself in inertia, no one was still any wiser as to how and why it came to be.

It was not something even I could deny. “We could use the guise that it’s a private security firm. That way any it wouldn’t be odd if anyone saw guards or people coming and going,” Thompson proposed. That was a great idea. Elle went ahead and added that to the growing ‘List of Epicness’ as she titled it. “Atlanta has the most species diversity in the country. New York has the highest percentage of supernaturals, but vampires and certain demon species have the corner market there. Atlanta, however, has it all except for a large demon and vampire population because they prefer New York,” Janina explained.

It needed only accuracy. Some nights I imagine the pure animal reaction — the kind of scream that would fracture a room and solicit heroes from nowhere. It is a fantasy that makes me feel both foolish and a little guilty. I am a rational creature; I catalog possibilities. The scream is the same fantasy as a lottery win, a surprise inheritance, a perfectly timed rescue. It exists for the same reason: to make the present more bearable by folding it into a different future.