Ethereal Chronicles

Category: Fictional Folklore

  • The Nymph Queen

    Graveholt Castle stood in suffocating silence, entombed within the swollen embrace of a newborn woodland. Great oaks, ancient and immovable, barred the crumbling walls, preventing passage in or out. They devoured all sound and light, erasing the open fields and bright rivers that had existed only weeks before. The townspeople…

  • The Hollow Man of Hearthorn Hill

    A famine had cursed a town where a widowed baker lived. The suffering was so severe that the earth itself seemed poisoned, and even the smallest sharings of grain had begun to dwindle with the weight of nourishing an entire neighbourhood. The baker’s name was Lenore Crow, and she lived…

  • The Scarecrow of Borrowed Faces

    Isolde lived on a farm that was neighbour to an old, whistling field. How strange it seemed, that though the surrounding land grew lush and full of bloom, the field remained barren, untouched by the passing seasons, and utterly devoid of life. A lone figure sat at the field’s edge…

  • Her Eye of Silver

    Jonas and Vera were still early in the tender closeness of their married life when, one day, Vera discovered something forgotten at the threshold of their cottage. Judging by its intricate carvings and the glint of gold trim, it must have belonged to someone of great wealth, though the glass…

  • The Siren

    The moon hung high over the sea as Elen wandered down to the sandy shore near the old lighthouse. The air was thick with salt, and from the far end of the beach came the faint murmur of voices from a group of men gathered in shadow. Elen walked barefoot,…

  • The Bloody Garden

    Agnethe had borne the curse of age for many long winters, her weathered skin and aching bones warped beneath the weight of time. When she reached her eightieth winter, she ventured to the ancient tree at the forest’s edge, desperate to stir the mercy of the spirit that was said…

  • Possession

    An extract from a book I started to write I woke from a dream, a terrible dream, as the mark on my shoulder burned incessantly against my skin. My mind, numb from the possession, took a few moments to stir. When it did, I looked down at my hands, at…