Cryptid Novelas e Histórias

Gracie stopped at her track. " you're going to go and do what? You want to crash everything? That's just you taking out your own feelings. It won't be helping Jade at all. Do you remember? When we were in the can, do you remember that Darryl Granny in the cell next door? That granny is a documentation forgery expert. There's no technician in the country that she doesn't know. Let's contact her, and the bastard who made a fake death certificate, and a fake adoption paper, let's go find that bastard. _________

Kimber and the others stared at her wondering what was so funny, but Marcu, Dr Grigo, and Drago just looked at them. “They know,” Madchen whispered, “Yes, they know we can mind link, our secret is out,” Throughout the report, Drago stayed with Madchen, keeping a possessive arm around her waist, at least until he had to let go, and take a look at one of his patients.

My fingers close around the amulet instinctively, feeling its cold weight. Suddenly, the stone wall parts with a thunderous roar, revealing the monstrosity that lurks ahead. It’s another hidden chamber, but this one is different—from ceiling to floor, it is dominated by a massive glass tank within which swims a mature hydralith. Its gills expand and contract rhythmically as it breathes, its scaly tail swishing through the murky water. The creature’s humanoid arms reach out, grasping at nothing.

He smiled. Amelia was angry "You don't know what a Nelapsi is?" She asked but Rapidfire answered not. Indeed, during his time of reading about creatures of the hidden world, he never saw anything related to a Kudlak or a Nelapsi, it's like they don't even exist. He looked more awed than he has ever been in his life, he looked more stupid than ever. "What's a Nelapsi?" He finally asked.

He sighed, clicking his mouse to refresh a private, encrypted browser. It was a shifter-fringe website called The Wild Fringe—a hidden corner of the internet where human hikers, rogue wolves, and conspiracy theorists posted anonymous videos of strange occurrences in the deep wilderness. Most of it was garbage. Fake footage of bears, blurry photos of large wolves, and hoaxes designed to scare tourists. But tonight, a new post sat at the very top of the forum. It had been uploaded less than an hour ago, titled: “Impossible anomaly in the Northern Whispering Crags. Watch the kids.”

I ask so we could prepare whatever monster it is. “it was a dead soul Altamaha-ha, it was swimming like a dolphin, but with the snout of a crocodile and big bug eyes, the existence of this stream-dweller has been recognized by Native Americans for centuries. By all accounts, Altamaha-ha is a strange green cryptid; described as 20-30 feet long, with a sturgeon like body and a bony ridge on its top. It’s said to have large, protruding eyes and large sharp teeth. But since it was already dead and it has a dirty soul it was more terrifying than when it was still alive” as Remiel said. I thought that I saw something swimming in the deep hot red water of the river.

" he asked, but then we all froze when the main screen showed a bustling city of reptilians. "Identify species," David said, his eyes fixed on the screen. "Species Unknown," the AI replied. David's expression remained calm, but his interest was piqued. "Scan data banks for the species that drained our power during hibernation stasis." The AI responded, "Identified as the same unknown species on screen now." David's gaze never wavered from the screen as he instructed, "Scan their instruments for their advanced level." My dad leaned in, his brow furrowed with concern, observing, "They appear to be taller than humans but smaller in body build."

Hadrian stopped beside a hollow tree with a hole in the middle and a raccoon came out. ‘There is our culprit.’ Hadrian said as the raccoon scurried back to the den, and they heard the familiar clang of the silverware inside. ‘The culprit is a raccoon?’ Albert asked dumbfounded and Hadrian was peeking inside and got a silver fork from the hole.

As I slipped on my clothes, I was hyperaware of the cold marble that sat in my hand, waiting patiently for its moment to shine. "I know the game is about taking risks, but that---that was insane." Camille exhaled, and I couldn't help notice the slight tremble of her hands. This was the most I had heard Camille speak, Helena too from the looks of it. "What was that? What kind of---thing makes that sound?" "It was a bobcat. A poisonous one apparently." I grimaced. I left out one fact, that the inhuman wailing hadn't come from the creature, it had come from the old crone.

He promised. That's when I felt it. The cracking in my spine. I felt like someone had broken my spine. I screamed in pain as my whole body was on fire. Every muscle and tendon ripping away and forming something completely new. My bones reforming after splintering and breaking. In an instant I was down on all fours. I looked up and both my parents were about 20 feet away from me. My wolf was a dark chocolate brown. My parents cried in happiness. I turned to see that Jessica had shifted.