Novel & Cerita Cryptid

It wasn’t glossy either, it was darker than anything Sally had ever seen, and the light seemed to fall into it. Sally began to wonder if the Beast was what her former boyfriend, Malcolm, would have called an Alien Big Cat, or an ABC for short, one of the strange wildcats seen wandering the British countryside. Malcolm was a few years older than Sally and considered himself an expert in fringe studies—this included alternate history, conspiracy theory, and cryptozoology. He’d dropped out of university because he didn’t like “being told what to think,” and he wanted to devote himself to learning “the hidden truths behind modern history.”

“I hope you find what you’re looking for, Luna. Let me know if I can be of further assistance.” With renewed determination, Fatima pulled out her laptop and began searching for information on deformed wolves. It didn’t take long before she found something that stopped us both in our tracks. “Prisca, look at this,” she said, turning the screen toward me. The image was chilling. The creature in the photograph matched the old woman’s description almost perfectly—pale skin, twisted features, and glowing yellow eyes. Beneath the image was a passage explaining its origins.

I dove deeper into the labyrinth of cryptic websites, my eyes straining against the glow of the monitor. At long last, my weary eyes fell upon a passage that promised a glimmer of hope—a cryptic reference to an ancient monastery nestled within the rugged mountains of northern Greece. Legends whispered that it was a sanctuary for the vampire, a sacred haven where he hid from the prying eyes of mortals.

He had no idea if there was an exit. Thea followed behind him, holding the Malevolent. “Sir Caden, what’s with the Spirit Turtle? Was the secret in the Four Ancient Paintings really about the Spirit Turtle’s secret? Can the Spirit Turtle’s blood really give people eternal life?” Thea inquired.

When he could finally move, the tiny Fate was looking at a transparent door and one not-to-be-believed monster made of pulsing unwound souls, yarn, and needles. "It's a yarn cryptid! Is that always there? What do you feed it? Did you forget to feed it?" Tarsi was collecting his needles from the floor. "Why would I keep a cryptid as a pet?" Purl demanded, rummaging in his pouch for something that might help him fight the writhing monster. "These only spawn when something cataclysmic has happened. Something that fucks up the reincarnation cycle."

“I thought they had all been eradicated years ago.” “A what?” Astrid asked, shuddering as she dropped the dead animal. “Molespake,” Serra replied. “A gruesome cross between a mole, a spider and a snake. No one knows where it first came from. We only know that it lives underground and seeks warmth. A Human body is perfect.” Astrid shuddered at the mention of spiders then grunted as Sigwulf crouched down next to her and started a close inspection of her bare legs. “And just what do you think you are doing, Sir Knight?”

Andrius looked at the large black domain in the distance and prepared to make his way toward it when a muffled sound came from deep within the earth. At the same time, the land trembled violently, and a crack several hundred meters long suddenly appeared, looking like a bottomless chasm. Andrius flew into the air with a frown on his face Following more shifting in the ground, a huge and strange creature suddenly appeared in Andrius’ sight. It had the body of a turtle and the tail of a snake, which came as a shock to Andrius. Could that be the legendary divine beast, the Obsidian Turtle?

What the actual f*ck!? I knew it. I should have known all along that when a guy gives a kraken and three megalodons a name, then never trust his judgement. Especially when he calls a gigantic pre-historic alligator cute - and names it Fifi. I chuckled silently but without humor. A kraken named Max. Three megs names Momo, Kiki, and Dodo. And now a very 'cute' piliosaur named Fifi.

“If there was a monster in the tunnels, how come no one’s ever heard of this?” “Well that’s partly to do with why the church is so rich.” “There really was treasure down there.” “Not the type of treasure you’d normally associate with underground passages, but my predecessor did find a repository of immense and quite unbelievable value.” “What was it?” “A vast store of scrolls.” “Scrolls?” “Written in a language that predates any human tongue, on the tanned hides of animals that have been extinct since the Cretaceous period.” “What? How is that even possible? How could he have known they were that old?”

I go on, "And that's not even the stranger part. Crorvid are predators. Normally, they would eat addridids and dipterics but they weren't. Also, addridids aren't found in this part of the world. They're found only in the Asia, Africa, and South America regions." I turn to General Lunella, General Victor, and Commander Wayen. "Am I right?" "You are right," Commander Wayen says, nodding his head. General Lunella and General Victor agree with me too, the two of them nodding alongside Commander Wayen. "So the big question," I say, facing all the generals and commanders. "What is causing all these strange anomalies in the animals? What is going on in the Wild?" The generals and commanders all low