Cryptids Novels & Stories

“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?”

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.”

Doors would slam shut on their own, and I would hear whispers in the hallways. One night, I saw a figure standing in my bedroom doorway. It was a woman with long, flowing hair and a white dress that seemed to glow in the dark. She beckoned me to follow her, and I felt an inexplicable pull to do so. I followed her through the house, and she led me to a secret room deep in the basement. Inside, I found a mysterious artifact that seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy. It was then that I realized the truth: I was living in a house that was a portal to the spirit world.

He said. “First is Bacchus. His real name is George Miller, one of the gang leader’s right hand. Then Atlas, real name is Mario Ching. He is their intelligence. Minotaur, real name is Fred Lim. I think he’s one of their snipers. Cupid is Jay Kenley. He’s their hacker. And Pegasus is Jacob Frias, best in hand to hand combat.” Miko announced. “Let’s hope that they are the only one here.” I said.

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.

------------- --------------------- Eight months later . . . ------------- --------------------- "Aodh, could you please help Kira and Arthur get the kids settled down? Company will be here soon," Shamira half-shouted, half-sighed. Being a mother to a nest of little dragons was exhausting. Since defeating Jonas, four more eggs had hatched, giving her another Sea Serpent (this one a female), a female Horned Dragon from the Far East, a male Stone Dragon from the Rocky Mountains of the United States, and a male Quetzalcoatl from Central America.

Otherwise, they’d have been found out long before this. There it was. Right there. Jordan was just thinking about how foolish it was for hybrids to exist. Someone mentions the jackalope. A cross between a hare and an antelope. They were a taxidermy scam from the turn of the century. The human who created it actually admitted to the scam, but people still hunted for it and lumped it in with other cryptids. Shifters didn’t normally lose their hair. But reading these messages was enough to have Jordan pulling out his hair in frustration and anxiety. Some humans made the species look like idiots and Jordan wondered how they’d survived to get this far.

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

"Look., As I said, I don't need to talk in riddles with you. I haven't been able to identify whether you’ve been reincarnated several times or whether you are a supernatural creature." "What Gáta means is that you could be something extinct... Like a Chimera, which is a creature made up of several others... In which case, you'd only die in one of the creatures, but you'd still be alive." Khalid explained further. "Let's say you're a Phoenix. When you die you'll be reborn from the ashes and the curse will continue. A Hydra starts from the idea of having several heads, but the texts hide the fact that this meant several souls as well. There are many other possibilities and mystical creatures.

It covered more than anything else I had been given so far. I look away from the outside and to the book I had been given. The Water Species I furrow my brow. The water species, huh? I wonder if this had anything to do with Bacudal telling me I needed a river nymph to uncloak myself. I flip open the first page, to what looks like a table of contents. Selkies....2-4 Cthulhu...4-8 Kraken...8-12 Leviathan....12-13 Dog Fish...13-15