Cryptid Novels & Stories

She had spent over half of that time trying to create a cure with the help of the Aequivalere. The Aequivalere is an association of supernatural creatures that played referee, making sure that each species more or less behaved themselves and kept their existence hidden from the general human populace. Lily helped them stop the werewolf Xavier Thompson from creating more hybrids like her and all his other dark research and in exchange, she worked from them and they helped her research a cure, though so far they hadn’t gone far in all this time.

A warning. “They seek the Shell Crypt,” it whispered. “They do not know what sleeps beneath it.” “We will awaken the Wyrm.” The High Mother’s gills flared as her mouth split wider than it should, her voice no longer human. “Then let it awaken.” ⸻ Beneath the Shell Crypt Far beneath the waves, deeper than any modern diver could reach, the Shell Crypt stirred. Carved from the remains of a forgotten oceanic deity—half-mollusk, half-vision—the crypt was a prison wrapped in worship. Its gates had not opened in over four hundred years.

"There's one more thing. You're not going to like it." "I haven't liked anything so far." I growl, though my voice is quieter now, threaded with unease. The look on his face tells me I'm not prepared for whatever's coming next. Everything on the Eidolon is in ancient text, a collection of fragmented prophecies, histories, and riddles written in a language most creatures can't decipher. It's older than the council itself, a relic from a time when the supernatural world was more chaos than order. If Logan was diving into the Eidolon, he wasn't just digging; he was risking getting lost in it.

In the nick of time, Salem stepped in front of Kalista and the serpent froze, baring its fangs at the witch. Everything happened so fast that Kalista only had enough time to let out a horrified gasp and flinch. She stared at the serpent over Salem's shoulder and gulped fearfully. "What is that?" she whispered. "The Ghidorah," Salem answered, keeping her eyes on each of the heads of the serpent. "In other languages, it is called the Kaiju. It guards the old scrolls, and only the stongest witches can tame its fury." "It almost attacked me," Kalista voiced out, taking two careful steps backwards.

“Your tongue… fuck, don’t stop.” “I’m grabbing my dildo,” Lila moaned, voice shaking. “I’m so wet it’s ridiculous. I’m going to fuck myself while I listen to him eat you.” The confession made my pussy clench hard around Theo’s fingers. He felt it and growled against me, licking me with long, greedy strokes. Through the AirPods I could already hear it, the slick, filthy sound of Lila pushing the dildo inside herself, the soft broken noises she made every time it sank deep.

"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

“Just stand still...wait. If you can’t drive a truck, how did you stop the truck the other night?” “It wasn’t me . That was Odin.” Ichabod replied, “That idiot can do anything.” “Oh, I see. Now hold still while I take your picture.” Ichabod stood still and blinked as the light flashed. “Well, this is better.” Adams said before moving to the computer on the table. Ichabod watched as Adams operated on what he called, ‘the box of witchcraft.’ He had been locked in the coffin for so long and so many things have changed. He couldn’t understand how such a box could hold so much information.

The melanin with short pixie hair squealed in excitement. I gave her a wink and she gasped in shock. “Please do well to introduce yourself ladies” I said with a huge smile. “I'm Esther Faux, I'm 20 years old and an upcoming model!" The melanin said quickly. She obviously wanted me to like her. Unfortunately, she didn't interest me much. “My name is Annabelle King and I'm a fan of your model work, very elegant” The other said with a bowed head, she seemed kinda shy and quiet.

After spending roughly twenty minutes completely dismantling the corpse of the Swampland Crocodile King, Kirou was left with the following items: [You have received the following items: Excellent quality SCK leather x12, excellent quality SCK bones x6, excellent quality SCK claws x4, excellent quality SCK teeth x4, and 10 lbs of excellent quality SCK meat x4.] (In case it wasn't obvious: SCK=Swampland Crocodile King) Looking over his haul of items from the Swampland Crocodile King's corpse caused a smile to form on Kirou's face.

Astrid asked politely. “I am also waiting for my companion. I just came from the library. I am an archaeologist. I enjoy researching a lot of ancient things. I love finding hidden treasure, you know. Did Miss Lewis like to read too?" asked Sir Brighton. "Yes, I also like reading. I just came from the library to accompany My Lord. Your work seems interesting. Do you also research ancient heirlooms and treasures?" Astrid asked cheerfully. She enjoyed this conversation. "Yes, I researched ancient artifacts and ancient languages from various creatures, one of which is the Dragon language," said Edmund Brighton, smiling a little mysteriously.