Book Of Imaginary Beings Novels & Stories

Down the hill, a battle was raging. Not soldiers and rebels. Not anything human. Real monsters—grotesque, impossible things straight out of every horror movie I’d watched in the last century. Hulking beasts with claws like scythes, wings blacker than ash, fangs glinting in the light. They tore into armored men who screamed and fought desperately, their blood turning the sand dark. “No…” I murmured, shaking my head. “No, this can’t be. There must be a mistake somewhere.”

Mysteria, the magical world of supernatural’s, a realm with the tallest mountains, luscious forests, and precipitous waterfalls. From werewolves and witches to orcs, this enchanted land is the birthplace of imagination. The mystical beings were all made by many different Deities, including those of Selene, Cerridwen, Ogrun, and Valkrim. They fashioned new life forms in their own image to coexist in the realm of Mysteria.

In a sense, someone with mystical powers is protecting you from something dangerous. "I also found something here!" Xander exclaimed "In this book, precisely in the chapter 'ILLUSION FROM THE MYSTERIOUS' it is said that it is true that the ability exists. And that means on this earth, we do not live with fellow humans. But also other creatures, which we have never met before! " Xander exclaimed then looked at Alice and Logan "Do you think the author of the book Xander is reading has experienced this too?" cried Alice "I think so, because there's no way he just wrote his imagination. Look, all his books are handwritten. But why didn't he give a clue where the man went?" Xander exclaimed, flip

I'm sorry and I love you both so much. Love, Mom "Did you find the book?" Linda asks after Christina reads the note. I nodded. Christina folds the letter. "What was in it?" "It was a story. In that story, there are mythical creatures but there were no humans in it. Guardians, elves, werewolves, vampires, banshees, and even different realms." "Realms?"

Maya picks 2 books and brings them to me. "These will give you some more information about historic events and about how the world looks like today. I will leave you to it." I take the books and begin reading in a red book first: In our world there exist 4 Realms. The Sky Realm, the Mortal Realm, the Sea Realm, and the Under Realm. Each Realm is a home to different species. In the Sky Realm, there live angels kind, they are ruled by King Gabriel. The angel kind has the magic of air and light. They can control the weather and the King is famous for his lightning power. Some angels also have healing powers. In the Mortal Realm, live mortals, and there used to live witches. With the witches gon

The book felt ancient, alive even, as if it held secrets waiting to be unlocked, secrets she was only beginning to understand. When she opened it, the parchment pages were thick and heavy beneath her fingers, each one covered in swirling lines and strange, ancient runes that seemed to pulse with a faint glow. The illustrations on the pages were mesmerizing, showing beings encircled by the elements - fire, water, earth, and air - all woven in both harmony and chaos. One page depicted a figure standing amidst a storm, lightning sparking from their fingertips as torrents of rain whipped around them. “It’s like… they’re calling to me,” Zoe murmured, her voice barely a whisper as she took in the

They didn’t sound spoken, they felt remembered. “Aetherborn was the world of all magical creatures, the way Earth belongs to mankind. Its lands thrummed with living energy, its oceans glittered with molten light. The skies were home to dragons, and the seas whispered with spirits older than the moon. Here, every being, witch, fae, vampire, dragon, beast, or djinn was born of the same essence: Aether.” The scenery bloomed around her as the voice spoke.

God, I thought Caius had this book destroyed after what it did to Agron. I swallowed, looking at the thing with morbid curiosity. Elegant but still crude markings flowed out across the cover; I recognized them as cuneiform. On the surface were reliefs of strange creatures I’d never seen before and wolf-like beings. Whatever scene was being depicted, it wasn’t friendly. *It’s the Great War, the war with the deabru. These books are what they used to create the great gates from their world to ours and practice the evil magic that perverted the very essences of the soul. They were supposed to be destroyed on sight.*

For a moment, he just stood there with furrowed brows, his orbs fixed on the cover. “Zombies are Real?” he read, tapping his fingers on the book. Taking a deep breath, he averted his gaze to the books seated next to them. Using his free hand, he grabbed one. “Supernatural Being.” With his lips curled, he scanned them from back-to-front cover. Immediately after, his mind drifted without prior warning. Something about the titles probed his guts. He just didn’t know what. Should he believe these zombies and supernatural beings were true? If not, how could he explain what he’d seen the night before?

I apologize. But for those who like it, don't forget to check my other book. I also have a new ongoing one (PULSE: A CONTRACT WITH DAMIEN.) A seven in one book. Let's give you a sneak peek shall we? Vampires -Death. Fae's - Darkness. Demons - Agony. Werewolves - Curse. Humans - Fear. Witches/ Warlocks/ and Beasts - Dark magic. DOOM(HELL) - ALL. ALL THE SPECIES AND THEIR TRIBULATIONS.