Brownies Mythical Creatures Novels & Stories

Some movement caught my eye and turning I saw a brownie crawling from a small hole and lifting a knife out to me. "It will finish him for good," the little creature said nervously. I nodded and shifted into my Lycan and wrapped my fingers around the hilt of the six-inch golden-blade knife. "Good luck, miss," the brownie said as it brushed the dust and dirt off itself. I nodded and then asked where the others were. Her eyes glanced down at Lykaios getting closer. "I believe they retired for the evening, please turn around," she said softly and covered her eyes. I whipped around holding up the knife and the bastard laughed at me.

They tried hiding for a long time, but were caught eventually. After taking their powers from them the spirits turned them into goblins and brownie, who escaped to the Seelie domaine and UnSeelie Agri. The goblins went to the Seelie domaine, for they sought beauty and the brownie's went to the UnSeelie Agri, for they just wanted a place to hide.

They gave birth to powerful witches who in turn created powerful covens. By the turn of the new millennium, other creatures had appeared. Created by other forces. Werewolves hunted alongside vampires in the night. The Fae, the most mysterious of all creatures resided in the dense forests within their fairy rings or in the still waters of the lakes and ponds in the forms of water nymphs. Gnomes and leprechauns set up home in the hills and wetlands. Other creatures which once roamed the world a plenty were becoming extinct. Creatures such as dragons and unicorns each were hunted to extinction for the magical healing qualities.

I almost jumped on my seat not at all expecting 'demons' as my mother's murderers. " Lemme explain first, calm down your ass." She exclaimed and gently took my hands in hers, patting it softly. " Their main motive was to attack me, so that they could suck out the 'potus' crystal from my chest. But unfortunately as they mistook her for me, there wasn't any potus crystal in there 'cause she was a normal human." (Incase you're confused with this 'potus' word , the author combined two words to form this one which are

Cristiano had been doing his own research behind Zoe’s back, and he encountered a specific name that popped up multiple times - Magdalena Moonshadow. Magdalena Moonshadow, a mystical and revered figure, was rumored to possess ancient wisdom and unparalleled knowledge of the supernatural realms. She was said to have lived in seclusion, deep within the heart of the enchanted forest, where she communed with nature and delved into the secrets that transcended ordinary understanding. Whispers spoke of her powers to communicate with spirits, decipher cryptic prophecies, and provide guidance to those who sought her wisdom. Her age was unknown, for time seemed to bend around her, leaving her eternal

The dökkálfar tribe The tunnel we traveled down was much more richly decorated and I found myself in awe of the intricate carvings and paintings on the cave walls. Small humanoid brown hairy creatures scurried about and they smiled with their odd human-like faces at us and nodded to the both of us as they hurried past. "What are they," I asked curiously and Rowen laughed. "They're hobs or brownies and do the cleaning in the mound. I looked up at the tunnel and realized that it was all perfectly cut stone.

⸻ The Queen’s expression darkened. ⸻ “Before Blackthorne.” ⸻ Silence. ⸻ The palace shook violently. ⸻ Chunks of crystal shattered from the ceiling. ⸻ The Queen barely seemed to notice. ⸻ Her eyes remained locked on Amara’s. ⸻ “There were creatures before wolves.” ⸻ Amara froze. ⸻ “What?” ⸻ The Queen took a slow breath. ⸻ “When the world was young, there were beings born directly from the Moon.”

While snacking on her lunch, Maria paid attention to the words her grandfather was saying. "Phantom beats are sinister and vile creatures that feed on human flesh and fears. They are extremely dangerous and are twice as hard to take down compared to regular magical beasts. Luckily, you'll never have to encounter such creatures, since beast-types outnumber phantom-type creatures. But if you ever encounter one... run." The heavy, intense gaze of her grandfather caused a cold chill to sweep over Maria's body.

Feeling the weight of fatigue, I turned to Faghri, my eyelids heavy and drooping. "Faghri, I'm really tired," I murmured, my voice carrying the innocence of a child seeking comfort from a parent. "Get some rest...tomorrow will be a busy day," Faghri replied, gently reminding me of our plans to continue searching for Rafe. I nodded, my eyes fluttering shut. But just as I was drifting off, I suddenly found myself enveloped in a mysterious black dimension. "Damn, am I going to run into Diabolos again?" I wondered anxiously, thinking of the vicious werewolf. This unexpected twist added another layer of complexity to an already complicated and challenging situation.

She held an ancient scroll in her hands, parchment crackling as she unrolled it. “I found something,” she announced. “The name Lina heard. Virelith. It’s not just a name—it’s a title.” Evelyn leaned forward. “Go on.” Maera tapped the scroll. “Thousands of years ago, before the packs unified, there were creatures known as Voidsouls. Entities from beyond this world—born from death, shadow, and corrupted magic. Most were defeated by the Moon Goddess’ chosen. But one escaped banishment. It was said to hunger for divine power, seeking to possess wolves who carried the blood of light.”