Griffins Myth Novels & Stories

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.

“Why would I trust a griffin? That’s like kissing a snake.” “I know my people don’t really appear friendly, but I’m different. I mean it.” “Different my ass.” Azura crossed her arms over her chest, glaring daggers at the lady. She sounded sincere, but I would not fall for her tricks just like that. Father had warned me about griffins and for the first time, I was going to listen to him. They were dangerous creatures and I wouldn’t care if they were wiped out of existence. “Why should I trust you?”

"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

The rein was a large and strong-looking black rope that was enchanted and every griffin had one, but it would only materialize for the griffin-bound rider. A griffin binds with only one rider per lifetime and in the event of the rider’s death it will be another three centuries before he can bind with another, though it is usually harder a second time. I am the only rider Nile has ever had. The griffins were a huge part of our victory in the century-long war against the Titans. ‘’We are going to mount him but I need you to hold on to his leash tight and don’t let go’’ I said, preparing her for the ride and she nodded with a huge grin on her face. She liked the idea.

Gasps were heard and another series of buzz ensued. Frostscale griffins are rare but golden frostscale griffins are almost impossible to find. Especially during the current season. They were smaller in size, barely an arm’s length, but were more elusive and had stronger ice breath in their kind. They are considered higher in quality. I’m sure no one expected me to bring such a good hunt. I’m just glad that my younger days as a hunter in Eviera paid off, I still have my tracking skills. I turned to glance at Keldor who was staring at me in shock and gave him a smile. He knows what that means now. I hope this somehow earns his respect to some extent.

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.