Chimerical Mythology Novels & Stories

I wished I had an ally against David, but I couldn’t risk Everett becoming a threat. “What are the dragons planning to do with you, exactly?” I’d been wondering if she knew. The way her gaze searched the rain seemed as though I’d struck a nerve. “You know that certain rituals can be performed using the body parts of other shifters’ beasts. Werewolf fur, dragon scales… unicorn horns.” Muriel’s demeanor darkened. “Our horns are a well of magic that some shifters can tap into to strengthen themselves. Certain rituals supposedly incur the blessings of the Gods, who can bestow that magic on us so we achieve our highest potential. We can become a hybrid of our human and beast forms, accessing each

"So why would you think a paladin would do this?" " We were trained to kill all mystics. Vampires, werebears, werewolves, and even Witches. For better results, Some of us resorted to magic and totem. This is a sigil for blood necromancy. Used to reanimate slain soldiers if we were sure to be defeated." Father had told me the tales against my Mother's wishes. I knew the hell mystics went through when they were up against the former killing machines. "So the Chimera was reanimated to continue its murderous ways. Who would want that?"

Might as well rip the band-aid off now. “How much of Greek mythology, is actual mythology?” I asked. “Most of everything in Greek mythology is real. The only two creatures that no longer exist are dragons and unicorns. Everything else is real.” Chris answered. The look that Kaelayni and Mykynzye shared did not escape me. I have a feeling that maybe what Chris just told us might not be as true as he thinks. Although that also makes me wonder why they would hide something from him. That is a discussion for another day. Rafail had talked with his cousin. Novi was on his way here. He did tell Rafail that he had someone that he needed to stop by and check on. Rafail had told him not to rush. Dont

There was a soft buzz, and a text consisting of symbols unfamiliar to me miraculously appeared on the paper. "Interesting," the Dean of Pathfinders said again, studying the paper. “Half of your blood comes from a mother in our world. But the second half is of particular interest. She clearly points to a father from the demonic world. Both parents are magically gifted, that's for sure. I see how the magic of fire and the magic of chaos are intertwined, forming a kind of symbiosis. Mmm. I could call this mixture: "the flame of chaos." Dimitri spoke calmly and thoughtfully, as if he were just another example.

I am afraid but I must fuel my curiosity. My fingers trail over books as I use my eyes to search. “History of the Great Wars. Wolf-Clan Genealogies.” Useless!! In a corner, I find a smaller shelf with older, cracked bindings. One title stands out: Creatures of Myth and Scarcity. I pull it free, coughing at the plume of dust, and sink to the floor in a pool of blue velvet. I open it. Swan Mythology. It is exactly what I am looking for.

Maybell Smith Mythicals- A rare bloodline that people inherit from God, Dalion, that he personally blessed with the ancient dragon spirit. It is given to those who have been close enough to touch the white veil. Although this information is well known, mythicals are still a mystery to the rest of civilization, if encountered, don’t stare into its gaze.

“Forbidden.” She whispers while looking at the human size glass tube flooded with water from the inside, and where an incomplete fetus-like creature is being incubated and observed. Lighted by a blue neon light, she is in pretense of an awe and excitement as she tries to figure out what JK is really up to for luring her here and deliberately showing her with his life secret. An experiment and the taboo in the forbidden science of Alchemy, and all along the only thing Daniela hated and despise about. The ‘playing God’ game of creating, as a means of dying. By which principles lies within those being that is manipulated to die to fuse with another being as a means of producing something new, m

For the night is dark and full of terrors," Sryrn and her queen's men replie d. Moriah peeled off the glove and let it fall to the ground, ready to turn into the Legend. The gods in the pyre were scarcely recognizable anymore. The head fell off the smith with a puff of ash and embers. Myra sang in the tongue of Waterfall, her voice rising and falling like the tides of the sea. Ezekiel untied his singed leather cape and listened in silence. Thrust in the ground, it still glowed ruddy hot, but the flames that clung to the sword were dwindling and dying.

When his primordial spirit left his body, he saw Miss Sixth and Chad standing at the entrance of the Mystic Archive, inviting him in. After Imperious's primordial spirit entered the Mystic Archive, he said, "Kid, you must give me a reason not to kill you. Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be able to stop myself from killing you!" Chad's Mystic Archive had reached an abnormal level, even perfectly presenting the legendary world of the immortals that could only be reached by those who ascended to immortality thousands of years ago! That was the immortal realm spoken of in the legends of the Mystics. Chad smiled without saying a word.

Kael gestured at Kimberly, "Take her away. Not a hair on her head should be touched. Drop her off at the human settlement.” Kimberly trembled, facing Kael. “Please…don’t send me back. He’ll find me. Ogar won’t stop until—” Kael cut her off, his voice harsh. “That’s not my concern. You belong with your own kind.” “My kind?” Kimberly’s voice shook. “You don't know what I'm going through. Ogar is not my mind.” “Then go home!" “He won't let me! He is forcing me, he wants me to become his…”