Novel & Cerita Dryad Mythical Creature

"I don't understand anything you're saying. Forest of the dryads? An ork?" Kenki's face had paled. He exhaled sharply. Keratin felt perspiration pool on his forehead. He swiped a hand down his face that was also pale. "But the dryads-" "Are tree spirits, yes." Kenki also wiped a hand down his face. He too had begun to sweat. In the light shed by the luminescent arrow, Germaine watched as Keratin's face paled even more. "I hear they possess qualities that are-"

Lyle put an arm around her to steady her, but I noticed his eyes came flickering back to me. A drow is a type of dark elf that are known for their otherworldly abilities. They are said to have a connection with the underworld. A regular elf connects with life and mother nature, while a drow connects with death and darkness. Two different sides of the spectrum.However, a drangel is something even more rare. They are winged elves that were greatly reduced in number due to conflicts with the dragons years ago. They are serious-minded and considered ruthless. I remember when I was reading a book, I confused them with fairies, but my mother told me they were nothing like fairies.

Cain actually staggered back a step, fingers digging into her shoulders to keep himself upright. For him, it came like a thunderclap through the mate bond, a presence slamming into his instincts like collision with another Alpha dragon in midair. Old. Vast. Not Draynor, not Dawlya, exactly something older than either, threaded with a magic that didn’t care about kingdoms or councils. “What the hell was that,” he rasped, voice gone rough. “Say it again.” She didn’t need to. The Circle answered for her. “He wakes. He turns. He comes.” The room warped at the edges of her vision.

Like a werewolf, a Drakon shifter is often short-tempered and possessive. Sylvies - also known as the forest spirits, take on a deer shape and cohabit the woods with the pixies (fairies), seeking peace and harmony. Sirens, commonly called mermaids or mermen, are the messengers of Poseidon—Moon Goddess' fraternal uncle. They are capable of living on land and water. Humans were obsessed with their mesmerizing beauty and vocal cords back in the discovery era, leading to their species' mass hunt. Nowadays, they like to keep a low profile, and many choose to live in their main city, underwater—Atlantis.

Maybell Smith Mythicals- A rare bloodline that people inherit from God, Dalion, that he personally blessed with the ancient dragon spirit. It is given to those who have been close enough to touch the white veil. Although this information is well known, mythicals are still a mystery to the rest of civilization, if encountered, don’t stare into its gaze.

Perhaps she had woken up in a dream, Minerva thought and looked at the creature that was standing near a huge rock. The creature was a dragon and Minerva was certain of it but it was slightly different from what she had heard. People say dragons are black and ugly but the one before her was nothing ugly. So blue and beautiful. " You're awake," someone said and Minerva immediately recognized the voice. Composing herself, she stood up to look across from where she was standing to see him. He was standing there, like a Greek god Minerva had heard about because of their handsomeness. Minerva couldn't imagine such a beautiful man exists while she was hoping to befriend Noah, the most handsome boy

I opened my eyes. I stood alone. No Kalu Drya. No shrine maiden. No floor. No ceiling. Just me, floating—or maybe grounded—in infinite white. Then a voice reached me. Familiar. Grounding. "Jade." It was Kalu Drya’s voice, but distant, like she stood behind a veil. "We have opened a path to the spiritual plane," she said. "Where your chi flows, and the energy of your beast echoes. If Naila still exists, she will be there."

They gave birth to powerful witches who in turn created powerful covens. By the turn of the new millennium, other creatures had appeared. Created by other forces. Werewolves hunted alongside vampires in the night. The Fae, the most mysterious of all creatures resided in the dense forests within their fairy rings or in the still waters of the lakes and ponds in the forms of water nymphs. Gnomes and leprechauns set up home in the hills and wetlands. Other creatures which once roamed the world a plenty were becoming extinct. Creatures such as dragons and unicorns each were hunted to extinction for the magical healing qualities.

Most witches have sprites as pets in case something goes wrong with their spells. I swim that last few inches to the edge of the rock wall surrounding the spring pool that I used to take Daydra into the cave not yet getting out as I look around making sure no one and nothing has seen me. This isn’t the hot springs pool, that's on the other side of the waterfall. Not many know about this secret entrance in the crystal cave or that the crystal cave is still inhabited.Not just sprites but other little supernatural creatures live in there too. So many hunted and used, for what they possess as abilities and powers. It makes me angry just thinking about it.

The unicorn spoke, “I can tell you what I can.” “Can you start with who you are? Do you have a name?” The unicorn laughed but it sounded like a small song playing, “All creatures have a name, child. I can tell you my lower realm name, which is Sylvrmane, but I cannot tell you my spiritual name.” She scratched her head, “Spiritual name?” “Yes, every creature ever created has a spiritual name and a lower realm name. Your lower realm name is, Evrah. That is what you are known by in the lower realms.”