Fictional Animals Mga Nobela at Kwento

I AM STILL IN MY TEENS AND ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE, I AM STILL LEARNING, SO MY WRITING WILL NOT BE PERFECT AND I WILL MAKE MISTAKES BUT TRY AS HARD AS I CAN TO WRITE A GOOD STORY FOR YOU. I DO NOT FOLLOW ANY ESTABLISHED MYTHOLOGY, SO MY DEVIL WILL DIFFER, EVEN IF JUST SLIGHTLY FROM THE DEVIL WE ALL KNOW. MOST OF THE NAMES OF PLACES ANDTHINGS ARE FICTIONAL AND MIGHT NOT HAVE REAL-LIFE REFERENCE. THIS IS MY STORY, SO IF I SAY HORSES HAVE EIGHT LEGS AND LIVE UNDERGROUND; THEY DO, DO NOT TELL ME THEY DON'T.

she said with her best accent. "Seriously, Ruthie," I practically yelled. "The list!" Sometimes her inability to focus drove me nuts. "Okay, okay. Sticking to the list." She glanced at her paper again. "The first time the uli were turned into different creatures they included wolves called usi, birds called shar, and some kind of sea creature called akhu. But Dr. Frankler didn't say what these sea creatures looked like." Luke snorted. "For all we know, they could have been octopus," he said, chuckling.

“Do you know the story of the bloody werewolf rogue that was killed by his alpha? Do you know about that rogue that was hated by all of his pack and all the other packs that no one wanted him at all? Are you familiar with the story, child?” “Remember this always… Once upon a time, the Creator created many beings to occupy the world He perfectly created. Once upon a time, before Adam and Eve were created to live in the Garden of Eden… angels and animals were created first. As well as dragons, werewolves, fairies, elves, dwarves, mermaids, vampires, and any other being that we only thought were just mythical and pure imagination.” That damn thought again. I remember granny again when she was t

Vincent asked. No one replied. Vincent pointed himself and said, “I do. I believe they exist. Werewolves like us exist so probably, the monstrous mammal is also somewhere in this f*cking huge Earth. Don’t you think so?” Again, no one responded. “The dinosaurs are hiding in a hole, there under the deep ocean. Or maybe! Just maybe! They can also turn human and deceive everyone, just like us. Then, they will eat everyone, ALIVE.”

“Ghouls, the things that attacked the mansion the other day. I created them during my first attempt in creating life. Then came the Fairies. They were nothing like humans, so I continued. Then came the Minotaur, then Trolls, then the Goblins, and then, Djinn, the Centaur, Cyclopes, Ogre, then the hilarious looking ones, the Leprechauns.” He thinks this is hilarious. But my heart pounds hard against my chest as I realize I’m sitting a few inches from the man who has created the mythical evil that has circulated the human internet. I shake my head. “That’s impossible. You didn’t create those things. You’re lying.” … [i have to admit— i had a problem of wanting to hear only what i wanted to hea

The dog in me could not take the insult so, I growled proving just how much of a dog I was. He threw his hands in the air in frustration. “It’s either that or I have all of you killed then I won’t have to worry about fairies anymore. Your king will be the stuff of legends. That there once was a specie called the fairies. The books say they used to look like this and that. The story will be told so many times that the truth about your kind will be lost in translation and soon you will all be forgotten. Is that what you want?”

Dorian, still processing the information, muttered, “A fairy? I never thought we would meet a fairy.” Kane, making an unusual connection, asked, “So it's like the tooth fairy?” Ignis corrected, “No, it's not like the tooth fairy because she doesn't exist.” Cassian, still skeptical of what Ignis was saying, commented, “Werewolves also don't exist, but you just told us we are.” Ignis, understanding the boys' perplexity, patiently explained, “There are many things in this world that are beyond common understanding. Werewolves, Peeira, and other creatures exist.”

- he says laughing. “Zog, this man's of Japanese origin” – he says, looking into his captor's eyes. “It's a Japanese fox, a Kitsune, a Tricksters. We have to be alert. I remember from mom's story, that they are very smart, live almost as long as we do, and have magical powers.”

The second we made it to the stables, Priya began blabbing away. The scope of her titanic exaggerations made me out to be...supernatural. The essence of her retelling had me smiting an entelodont (aka the very extinct Hell Pig) with a lightning bolt from the cloudless sky, pre-cooking the beast. I then caused rich, buttery Tasso to rain down like Manna from above. Did that make me the Cajun Santa Claus? I wanted to find a hole to hide in.

“The auction begins in twenty minutes. Submissives volunteer. Bidders win one night—whatever they desire, within negotiated limits. Safe word enforced. Everything recorded for security. No names required.” She leaned closer. “You’d fetch a high price.” Lila’s breath caught. She should leave. She stayed. Twenty minutes later, the lights dimmed. A spotlight hit the stage. The auctioneer—a tall, androgynous figure in a tailored tux—stepped forward. “Lot One,” they announced smoothly. “A delicious newcomer. Virgin to our stage. Limits: no blood, no permanent marks, no scat. Everything else… negotiable.” Lila’s heart slammed against her ribs.