Griffins Mythical Novels & Stories

“The best griffin after Eydyia. She is the one that makes sure Cyan eats, drinks, and sleeps.” “Of course, she does. She wouldn’t let her mate die. Griffins mate for life. If one of the mates dies, the other fades away soon after. They can’t be separated from their mates for too long. That’s why griffins fight in pairs,” Atlas explained. Then he looked at Eydyia. She sat next to Cyan in a defensive position, almost shielding him with her body. “Can Ayla approach Cyan? She is a friend,” Atlas let the griffin know.

"Griffins." The creatures where dangerous and where rarely found, Elliot stumbled backwards in fear. Elizabeth's heart skipped a beat as she followed Elliot's gaze, her own eyes widening at the sight of the unmajestic yet intimidating creatures emerging from the water. The griffins, with their powerful wings, irritating bodies, and sharp beaks, seemed to have sensed their presence and approached with caution. Fear gripped both Elizabeth and Elliot as they realized they were now faced with a new threat, one they hadn't anticipated.

"Our village is under attack by Griffins!" shouted the young man. "Mr. Al and Miss Erin, may I give you your first quest to take care of this Griffin?" Arlom said while giving 2 necklaces with S rank plates. "Come on!" I exclaimed without thinking. From what I read in the library, Griffins are shy beasts that won't just attack. There must be something that makes them attack and that something must be attractive. "Where is the village located?" she asked.

The serpopards’ heads rose from the waters and started walking on dry land while the griffins shot up from the waters high up to the skies and dipped down to attack their enemies, the army of Upper Egypt. The griffins cried like eagles and crushed some soldiers in one swoop. The serpopards extended their necks to eat the nearest soldiers they could find. Kent gritted his teeth and spat fire against the serpopards. They backed off instantly but charged again in the other direction wherein no fire was ahead of them, and they were safe to attack.

Theria made a clawing motion on the word bestial. “Yeah. It’s like we are becoming one.” “The anchor’s job is to help make the separation easier. Once the anchor is chosen, it is for life, because griffins mate for life. Do you understand? Archon may be a spirit, but when it chose the griffin form, it also took on all of the griffin's traits, and habits.” “So I am looking for the rest of my life?” Warren tried to wrap his mind around the concept. “Yes, I am afraid so.”

She giggled as she caught it. "Not quite," Paula said with a chuckle. "Like Princess Kari, her pups will carry the lycan and the werewolf gene and will be able to transition into both, so will your pups. The only other creature at the moment that can shift into more than one species is the Griffin, he can be either an eagle, a Lion or the Griffin where the two merge as one." "I thought Griffins were a myth," Kari said. "Well, you thought Werewolves and Mermaids were too, but look how that one turned out," I said. She stuck her tongue out.

"It was the little crannogman, I bet." "No one knew," said Meera, "but the mystery knight was short of stature, and clad in ill-fitting armor made up of bits and pieces. The device upon his shield was a heart tree of the old gods, a white weirwood with a laughing red face." "Maybe he came from the Isle of Faces," said Bran. "Was he green?" In Old Nan's stories, the guardians had dark green skin and leaves instead of hair. Sometimes they had antlers too, but Bran didn't see how the mystery knight could have worn a helm if he had antlers. "I bet the old gods sent him."

Althreya rode on the back of a majestic griffin, behind her are more riders mounted on their respective winged beasts ready to fight but unbeknownst to them are the flock of evil gargoyles sent out to intercept them. Cadmus watched as Althreya and her knights fought off the monsters but there's only so much they can do while stuck airborne. One by one the number of her knights are plucked until only a handful are there to protect her. Her holy spear did all that it could to repel her enemies but the sheer number of them negated the power of her blessed weapon.

Griffins. With wings of gold, blue and green, the rare creatures of lore swooped down upon the battlefield, swiping their claws, lashing their tails, and flapping their wings. Their roars alone caused many Elves to back away, but it was those who rode on the backs of the griffins that caused Elves to instantly run or lay down their arms. The priests of the temple of Emenasari held golden staffs with intricate designs and twisted shapes in their hands. They leaped from their griffins before the creatures even touched the ground, and swung the staffs with ease, using their other hand to control the environment around them. The priest, Kharis Traeliorn, jumped from his griffin near the Queen, a

Griffin's battle form was the body of a man and the head of a bull with cleaved hands, making his punches deadly. “That is so cool. My great-nana used to tell me stories about watching a Minotaur in the Colosseum before emperor Valentinian III stopped the games. She also told me about other shifting breeds, but I haven’t met any other than a few panthers, tigers, and a lynx.” Bee was more excited now than when she was talking about her bike. Griffin sat silently listening to the she-wolf. His bull snorted in the back of his mind. I like her. She isn’t a pretentious bitch. His bull said as he stretched and walked closer so he could take a closer look.