Griffins Myth Novels & Stories

I saw it going up, my refuge, in a haze I lost it all, I lost it in an inferno, ablaze." "What do you think?" Aelanor looks at her companions. "It has to be some kind of bird, wings, plumage, feathers," Saayan offered. "Thunderbirds, Griffin, Adarna, there are so many." "Those are mythical creatures, Princess Saayan, they don't exist." Aelanor said. "They do, indeed, Princess," Pylaieus broke in. "What is myth in the human world is history in our world."

I couldn't keep her out of my memories. It's a good thing that the Crest of Prime Alpha has left me. I'm at peace. Alpha Devon said distracting me from my thoughts. My eyes widened. “This is the last time we shall meet alive, Rhys Hallowvern. The people you seek are the Griffins. They are a foolish bunch.” He said, waving his hand in dismissal. I suddenly felt emotional. After I'd lost my parents at a tender age, he and Uncle Marcus took care of me in their own way.

The griffin, its golden feathers catching the shimmering light, strutted proudly beside them, a symbol of their arrival and perhaps, a bridge between their world and this one. As they walked, the figure explained the history of Aethel, a hidden haven for a race of beings known as the Luminians. Legends spoke of a portal that connected their world to another, a portal guarded by a loyal griffin. William's obsession, his desperate search, had finally borne fruit.

Growing more curious, I began to move forward in an attempt to peek inside, only to run into Tristan, who was coming out with a set of reigns in his hand. Stopping in place, I looked on with wide eyes as a large beast with the head and upper body of an eagle and the lower body of a lion emerged from within. "This..." I stammered, lifting a hand to my mouth in awe. "Griffins!" "That's right." Tristan beamed, beginning to make his way towards me. "Beautiful, isn't it?" "I almost forgot that they existed here!" As I took in the beast, flashes of my past experience with them began to appear. Having ridden with Vladimier and being held tightly in his arms as he guided the creature through the air

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.

The Griffins had gathered those gems from around the world, offering them to her as tribute. Over the past 300 years, she never stopped having the griffins search the world for mystic treasures and spirit stones. During the early years, they were gathering troves of ideal cultivation materials, helping her unseal her pineal gland and improving her cultivation—even forming her own private army of cultivators.

Aranjo jumped back and fell down, Aranjo's eyes widened to see the creature in front of her. "Please don't eat me! I don't have much meat and if you eat me I'm sure you'll choke!" Aranjo said while continuing to retreat backward. Aranjo stared straight at the creature, she had read a scroll about such a creature before her. A rarely seen majestic spiritual beast, it is said that each age has only one Griffin, and when they die, they turn to ashes.The next Griffin will be born from the ashes of the previous Griffin, they will simply die and be born in the forest of fog.

"I had sent you a gift. Go to Nam for it, and I'm off to a short trip. Don't contact me or else I'll end you!" -Gwen. She wrote the letter and opened the sliding door to the balcony to the backyard covered with a lush growth of trees. She whistled a high-pitched tone, and a huge Gryphon appeared in front of her. Anyone who would see this scene in front of them would probably have a stroke or go into shock. Gryphons are known as the epitome of goodness. They can not tolerate evil, and anything that is evil will perish or weaken in their presence, and a creature as such was never seen to wander the earth after the great war centuries ago along with the other majestic and mythical creatures wit

I chuckled and looked out the window as the carriage soared through the sky. We soon arrived at the Griffin's Isles. It was truly beautiful up here, as well as peaceful, The Griffins live on a floating mountain high in the sky, They are surrounded by enchanted clouds that protect their young, Their young are born in their griffin form, so they spend a lot of time flying around for about five years before they can shift to their human forms, They then grow up as normal Underworlders, I used to come here frequently when I was searching for my mate eons ago.

Its golden plumage sharply contrasts with the white and grey of the world that surrounds it. I recognize the creature in an instant. It's a griffin! It's one of the griffins from the Witches Guild! The griffin descends next to us on the town square, and Farris screams at his guards. "Shoot it! Shoot it down!" People delve into panic as the guards aim their guns at the griffin, trying to run to safety. A light-blue-colored shield appears around the griffin, and when the guards shoot, their bullets literally get crushed to dust when they hit the shield. The griffins squawk again and lowers its head to show its rider.