Cryptid นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Which was not to reproduce nor choose sides, as Christopher made it clear to Rikkard that if there were more seers and healers, there would be cruel wars that could destroy everything that we hold dear. ‘And here I am. Why? How?’ I was feeling like Harry Potter must have felt when he found out he was a wizard. Wait, would that make Sister Ophelia my Hagrid? I held back a giggle by the stupid thought on my mind and gave Elsbeth my full attention. 'My child, Christopher held back an information from Rikkard. That Rikkard would one day break his own rule, fall in love and have a child with a seer. And that child… is you.'

“Pretty smart.. pretty smarts . Always knew my boy was smart. So, they basically work on their own 24/7?” “Yeah yeah.” she smiled, AGAIN! “So, how’s this my business? And why did you guys bring me here?” Chad asked with one hand holding the bedsheets he wrapped around his waist. “…the Medusa were looking for a woman, Aisha. Because she’s basically the only one who has ever come in contact with 'the fisheye'. And they’re seriously looking for the Fisheye.” “…whoa whoa.. wait, who’s Fisheye?” Chad interrupted.

“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.

Noise travels far at night and on four occasions we’d found humans on the edge of the forest looking for deer. “Leon thought the dagger might be Tyrfing,” I said to him. “Leon’s a smart kid, he’s right, it is like Tyrfing and it's enchanted with black magic,” Kai said to me. “Okay, let’s get rid of it then,” I said to him.

The dirt was rather wet around the necrotic swamp, and there were large and dry black and gray-colored trees, which the Orcs named Dead Trees, where they believed the souls of the dead rested inside. Through their journey, they found some of the endemic fauna of this swamp, which was large crocodiles with crystals growing over them, which Chaos caught and ate around, named Crystal Crocodiles. Their meat was mostly hard, but the crystals made it even harder and rather crunchy, Chaos found it an interesting snack. There were also Giant Sticky Salamanders, B-Rank monsters, the same as the giant Crocodiles, three-meter-long salamanders with giant and sharp jaws, they were slow but fierce, althou

I need a little help here. The map glows for a moment, points toward the bed, and then goes blank again. I walk over to the bed. I pull back the covers and look under the pillows, but nothing. I go to my knees and look under the bed. Beneath the bed, I see a dark brown and black amulet shining at me, waiting for me to take it home. There is also a set of eyeballs looking at me.

Another shriek, and this time Kronos backed up in horror as a giant centipede reared its head. It was twenty feet tall, its black skin hard as stone. Its legs were taller than the average human man. Protruding out of its jaw were two long jagged pincers that produced green ooze. Its glowing red eyes eyed the Abnormals that had dared to intrude in its lair with malice and hunger. “ It’s an Untri. We are so dead,” Thora whispered. “ What exactly is an Untri?” Kronos asked.

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.

A week later, House Six stood deep underground in Bunker 039. The air was colder this far down. More metallic. It scraped the lungs on inhale. "Okay," Samuel exhaled, stretching his arms behind his head. "We've officially seen some crazy shit." He wasn’t wrong. Bunker 027 had held fossilized bones of a creature that resembled a dinosaur but not any species known to science. Its skull had six eye sockets. Bunker 031 was an untouched treasure vault, overflowing with diamonds and precious stones. Joy had called it obscene.

If there really was a whole supernatural world out there like Enzo and Luke claimed, I wanted to gather information from more sources; I guess you could say it was the academic in me coming out. I sat at my computer with the lights off for hours, scouring online forums and websites for any traces of information that seemed even relatively plausible. Most of what I found was either obviously made up or purely speculative, and I was beginning to think that I should just give up when I found an interesting link several hundred pages deep on G****e. The link led me to a forum post on an extremely obscure cryptozoology website that looked like it hadn’t been updated since 1999. Most of the forum