Cryptid นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"The rumor concerning CRUZ company...you didn't hear it?" "CRUZ company? I didn't hear about that, what was it about?" "CRUZ company was accused of producing fake designs and forging other companies' designs of paintings. It was all over the news, Clara." There was a hint of shock and surprise in Ella's voice.

she asked just to be sure. “Yes I’m sure mum”. VVVVV Inside the safety of his room, he locked his door and peeled of his wet clothes tossing them in the hamper. He walked into the bathroom. He closed it also and turned his back to the mirror and took a picture. The cobra, a huge contrast to his white skin. Ink black all curled up and baring his fangs. He had always been fascinated with snakes and not just snakes. Any animal that was poisonous. Always wanted to know how their toxins worked on predator and prey. Others found it weird, but his father was proud of his curiosity.

He looks at me as if I'm the most interesting thing to him. "What the hell is going on?" He kinda chuckles at me,"You're a spicy thing aren't you? Don't seem to let anything or anyone scare you. Makes sense. You're someone to be feared. Not one to fear others." "Who are you?" I asked raising my left eyebrow up towards the sky. "Me, I'm Rylin, Alpha of the Blood moon pack, and this is my Betta Jordie." I bust out laughing. " Hold on you're trying to tell me you're werewolves," i was laughing so hard I couldn't breathe,

"In the heart of Kitherglen lies many unknown and perilous dangers. Rumors say there are monstrous beasts there that cannot be found elsewhere. These beasts can easily overpower masters and even wipe out transcendents." "Sir, that's correct," Ian confirmed. "Cipher managed to capture three of those creatures in the depths of Kitherglen. But it came at a great cost, as we lost valuable members in the process." Gideon perked up with interest. "If there's any possibility, I want them brought here for me to examine." "Consider it done," Ian replied. He promptly sent a message to Cipher headquarters requesting transportation for the three beasts. Douglas' jaw dropped as he stared at Ian in disbel

Each step echoed off the cold, concrete walls, amplifying the silence and my excitement. I clutched my note book tighter, my fingers brushing against the cool metal of the rail. The new creature they found was unlike anything we’d ever encountered-a true enigma, defying classification. Though it was dead, the prospect of studying it’s remains sent a thrill through me. What secrets lay waiting in the depths below ?

"We're close to a tropical forest. It's only natural for the creatures here to be larger. Have you never watched any videos about animals? There was even a sighting of a giant anaconda over 100 feet long in the Mucharian region." Brent didn't know how to feel. His brother was still so jumpy despite his age. Suddenly, Kelvin was frozen in place. He asked shakily, "Brent, are … you talking about that …" "What did you see this time?" Brent wanted to yell at Kelvin again, but he raised his head to see a hulking figure emerging from the miasma. Kelvin's legs started trembling. "Is this the legendary hydra?" "I told you not to read useless books. Hydras aren't real. That has to be a python. It isn

He said, still looking at me. I frowned trying to remember where I heard that name. Then it clicked into place and my mouth dropped to the damn floor because what the fuck. “You talking about The Darien Gap aka The Hill of Death? The relic can't be there, the place is inhospitable. Anyone who has tried to cross it never survive, mainly because it filled with drug smugglers and they’re the home of the most dangerous animals in the world; some being, poisonous frogs, snakes and scorpions the size of a tennis ball. Then there is the most painful fire ants and flies that lays eggs under your skin. I hope you're not talking about that Darien's Gap.” I said, in disbelief, because if it is than h

On the lapel of her denim jacket was an FoH pin. Friends of Humanity toed the line between religious and hate groups more times than the media wanted to tangle with. They believed cryptids were a sign of the coming apocalypse and an aberration of the natural order that needed to be culled. FoH liked to spin tales painting cryptids as invaders from a nefarious otherworld which sought to destroy all of human civilization as we know it. Bullshit, of course, but a notion they sincerely believed regardless. I took back every good thing I'd thought about this woman.

"IT IS COMING FOR THE CORE." The scratching got louder. I looked at the far wall of the cavern. A massive shadow moved across the bioluminescent moss. It wasn't humanoid. It was quadrupedal. Low to the ground. Massive. It stepped into the light. It looked like a wolf. But a wolf made of rot. Its fur was patchy, covered in white mold. Its ribs showed through tears in its skin. And its mouth... Its mouth didn't unhinge. It split into four mandibles, lined with rows of serrated, yellow

She removed her gloves and rubbed her face, feeling the weight of command settle deeper into her bones. On her desk lay a relic recovered weeks before from a cave near Knossos — a cracked bronze disc, etched with strange sigils. On one side: the unmistakable three-headed hound, jaws open in eternal defiance. On the other: a lion, goat, and serpent, twisted into one monstrous design. Cerebus. Chimera. Two sides of the same coin. “You were right, old girl,” Rivera murmured. Not to anyone in the room — but to the memory of her mentor, the late Dr. Miriam Vos, who had first warned that myths were not stories, but survivors.