Cryptid Hunter Book Novels & Stories

There were millions of completed spells and under testing on those books before they disappeared. Then I remembered the last book I gave to Alpha Romulo. As far as my brain could remember, everything written in it was all about medical terminologies, procedures, and everything about herbs. Right. What if the possible cure for our werewolf kinds were written in that book? The witches. The old witch who claimed to be our ally once told me that her evil sisters were looking for Hunter Grey because he possessed something everyone feared. Could it be that book? And of all the books I read, that one was the least of pick my interest. I mean, I never dreamed of becoming a healer, doctor, or scienti

But considering the action LIGHTS had taken recently against his kind, he would find a way to accomplish the task at hand. His eyes flickered back to the ancient book in front of him. Handwritten and hand bound, it was older than any volume he’d ever held before. As far as he knew, there were only two others like it in the world. One was with the doctor who’d contacted him somewhere in Eastern Europe, though he didn’t know where. The other was allegedly in the archives the LIGHTS team housed in Kansas City. If they were even aware of the legends it held, he doubted they’d think to access it for something as simple as an Eidolon Festival. Sure, the evening news would remind everyone that the

Hello and Happy Summer to Everyone!! The sequel to "The Hunt" is called "The Dragon's Treasure" and it is being posted one chapter at a time on the web app here on Good Novel! (The first chapter will post this afternoon - June 14, 2022) You won't be able to find the book on the mobile version for a few months yet (it has to go through approval and I don't want to make it pay to read quite yet as I work through the story development and editing phases).

Don’t fall for it, Amelia. “What is it?” I still asked. “The Book of Darkness.” My eyes widened. My mouth parted, and he saw my reaction right away. “It was found hidden in a cave, by an excavator, who was also an anthropologist. He died before he could grab the book. He called someone who funded him, but it was a burner number, so we couldn’t trace it. I’m sure you’re aware of the legions. Zarah may have inquired about it. The master isn’t from thousands of years ago. Someone may know the book and use it for personal gain. I want you to go to New York and ask a professor who has knowledge about old books. He’s a pathfinder. His name is Calder Haynes, half-brother of Califf Stone.”

at the latest, but I stayed up too late last night finishing the final edits for my most recent video for my YouTube channel, Hunting for Midnight. Hunting for Midnight is a dream come true for me. The channel focuses on traveling the country where I document, interview people, search for, and record paranormal experiences and events. I investigate whether there is real paranormal activity occurring or if the disturbances are actually caused by natural events and circumstances. As of to date, I have yet to uncover single true evidence-based paranormal event. For the last four years I’ve spent investigating and documenting suspected paranormal events, there’s always logical and scientific evi

" I took out the book at one and it levitated itself and its pages flipped at such speed to an unknown page. The next act raised tension, my palm getting colder and sweaty. The pages slowly began to fill its empty sheets, drawings and writings, a few in English and the rest in sigils and signs. The first drawing I saw, was a three headed beast, it looked like a hound, or a dog. Drawn as a black and white art, shades of the body noticeably seen, bringing out details, the saliva dripping from its flappy mouth. I looked underneath the drawing and I saw a tag. "Cerberus, Hireling Of Hades." "Did that book just flip?" Asked Maria. Concern drawn over her face as she slowly walked closer and peeped

Curiosity pried at me. I sat, opening the book. It spoke of Hunters, descendants of wolves cursed to forget their true form. Wolves twisted into killers of their own kind. I frowned. “Rubbish,” I muttered under my breath. “Who believes this drivel?” Still, something in the words unsettled me. The drawings looked too detailed to be myth. I pushed it aside and reached for another book, something lighter, anything else. But fatigue dragged at me, and before long, my eyes grew heavy. I was waiting for Lucian to leave, to head to the swamps and leave me alone. I could map my own escape then.

Instead, he looks toward the fractured boundary surrounding the creature. “You should have stayed dormant,” he says quietly. The creature laughs softly. “And you should have stopped digging.” A pulse of unease moves through the clearing. Vaelith’s gaze flicks toward Serik. He looks genuinely lost now. “What digging?” The hunter finally answers. “The old tunnels beneath the northern ridges.” The creature’s smile fades completely. “You opened them.” No one speaks for a moment. Then the hunter says something that makes the air feel colder. “We found the graves.”

Sebastian asked and they all turned to look at him. "Tirich " Lyra replied and Sebastian immediately arched forward to the shelf there in Killian's study and brought down the book they found in the past week at the abandoned hut. "It definitely is the hunter!" He said, they all stood up and looked at the book. "Tirich" was boldly written in front of it, it was sort of like a journal, but what was inside still remained like a mystery to them. "Where and when did you find this?!" Lyra asked and they looked up at her.

"No, maybe dad yes." "We won't ask dad because he won't tell us anything, besides he won't even let us get into the investigation we have to do everything on our own. Wait for me here and I'll go ask one of the guys if they know where she lives," he told me to which I nodded. When Lucas left, I kept looking at some books in the mythology section. A small one, made of leather, which had strange drawings engraved on it, caught my attention. I took it and read the title, it said: What is hidden in Telluride. How strange, I thought. I opened the book and began to read the first page: