Fictional Animals Novels & Stories

What can you tell me about the Night Terrors? He rolled his thin, lined lips in, seemed to debate with himself. "Tol'ko skazki. Nichego solidnogo. Eto byla gruppa zhivotnykh, poyavivshikhsya posle GULAGa. Pod nimi nichego ne bylo. Yesli rasskazy pravdivy, to vam nuzhno derzhat'sya ot nikh podal'she." Only stories. Nothing solid. They were a group of animals that emerged after the gulags. Nothing was beneath them. If the stories are true, then you need to stay far away from them.

"But I'll give you credit...You are impressive..." He opened his mouth to speak but she began to speak again. "I mean, it sounds spectacular that you realized you would be going to jail soon for murdering eleven men and you decided to buy your way out of your crime by creating this whole fictional world of werewolves and unhuman creatures. Tell me, are they witches too? Vampires? You know, I love Vampires. You know what I think? You have a severe case of rabies and I'm going to phone animal control right now…”

If he'll be Huxley’s' sigil, we won't know until he hits his teens. We woke up one morning and the cottage was filled with a bunch of different animals that swarmed our living room. There were squirrels, raccoons, flocks of birds, bunnies, iguanas, possums, otters, monkeys, and a fucking anaconda. Even a cow tried to come in through the front door. Poor Zahir was frightened by the snake. His screaming cries echoed throughout Evergreen Forest. The only reaction from our twins was sparkling bright eyes with angelic smiles.

Instead it was a fiction book and I almost threw it up frustrated but an instinct just told me to read through. So I got up, locked my door to avoid any disturbance, relaxed in my bed and started reading. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Three hours later, I was shivering by the time I got to the end of the book because what the actual hell? It was a thrilling tale, a captivating romance but that is not the point. I hurriedly brought a pen and paper and jotted down some things that I had learnt from the book. According to this fiction, the Vorlaks were the first line of magical creatures created by the moon goddess and they were powerful, very powerful and beautiful until the moon goddess decided to create the w

I only slashed the barks of the others. “Why have you been marking the trees?” Zion asked. “Do you ever want to come back?” “Zion is very intelligent and curious, and there's no way telling a haphazard lie would get to him.” I thought to myself, then went on to tell a haphazard lie. “I saw a pretty huge animal in that direction, and I have to see it again.” I muttered. “And also, I might believe that unicorns are real.” “Seriously?” Zion rolled his eyes at me. “Let's just head back, please. I have to sleep.”

“You’re talking about Iniko?” “Right.” “Tesha and I have been talking about this, too. Everything that resurrects is fictitious – vampires, zombies, even the Phoenix. They’re all fictitious. I know we live in a world where there are a lot of things that humans don’t know about, but to my knowledge, there aren’t any animals that can resurrect themselves. But that doesn’t mean that Oliver didn’t do something to Iniko that accidentally or possibly on purpose, gave him this power.”

Their wealth comes from their mines, which are filled with gold and gems. “Uneducated animals,” Princess Vivian once maliciously described them. “I would sooner bed a rabid dog than a wolf from the Northern Kingdom.” Hysterical laughter bubbles within me as I’m dragged into the castle. Animals? She’s the chicken who ran away, leaving me as a decoy. And now I’m going to die in her place while she rebuilds her life with ease.

The silence between them felt… loaded. “Isn't it too quiet today? As if something is going to happen and the silence is the warning” Alison asked while watching the moon Damian leaned back on his hands, watching her. “Do you believe in wolves?” She blinked. “Wolves? I know wolves,” “I mean werewolves, supernatural beings that turn into wolves” Damian explained “I don't think they are real, they're fictional right ” Alison said “There’s a story,” he began, his voice dipping into a steady rhythm, like a lullaby. “Of a hidden world, a world of all supernatural beings. Filled with different kingdoms, kingdoms of supernatural beings. One of them ruled by werewolves powerful, fierce, royal.”

I looked at the pup’s name tag and cringed. Does she not realize that her dog is a French Bulldog and not an English Bulldog? Somebody needs to pray for that child, and it won't be me.

Cannai claimed to furrow his eyes and brows still stocked on the same page. “It’s a fable,” she said as she read the last paragraph of the page. She turns the page. “What? Wait, I don’t understand the paragraphs, what does it mean?” Cannai asks, sounding serious. “It’s all about talking animals that give lessons to the readers. Mostly for children,” Nanami answered and get the book from Cannai’s grasp. “Oh, you mean us? We are foxes that talk,” Cannai said. Nanamai chuckled watching Cannai’s face in realization.