Jackalope Myth Novels & Stories

His hands stretched high into the air, trying to show off the beautiful hill scenery to Harlow. “Yeah, except you forgot the fact that this is a national park protected by humans. It’s not a place for building permanent homes, let alone a magical town.” Harlow stood up after the fire grew large enough to warm the air. “What if we drive out the people in the nearest human settlement?” Jack persisted. ‘We can shapeshift and scare them off!’ Mythril bounced around in my head. “Again, I’ve told you many times, Jack. It’s a bad idea. You don’t want to make them hunt us like a bad national prey.” Harlow once again dashed Jack’s enthusiasm as he removed his gloves and slipped them into his pocket.

"Morwen. How many of those creatures actually exist in the world?" The old woman hesitated, her gnarled fingers tightening around her staff. "In the known world, Killian? Very few." "Give me an exact number." "Supposedly none," Morwen countered grimly. "They are myths designed to keep children from wandering into the rifts." Kael groaned loudly, resting his forehead against the pommel of his sword. "I swear, I absolutely hate ancient legends. Can't we ever just fight an enemy that reproduces normally?"

Elias blinked and silently urged her to continue. “We spoke to her and she told us about,” Fionna turned to me and I nodded, “she told us about Mage wolf.” I saw the way Elias stiffened, his eyes widening for a microsecond before he composed himself. “I…heard that only in folktales, as in, she was a myth,” he replied slowly. His lips curled into a small smile. Fionna looked back at me helplessly. I blinked once and turned to Elias. He was omitting truths, which was technically not a crime, but I was desperate.

Jared revealed, Aghogho giggled, he took one step towards Jared, “Are you talking about the history book of the Beast kingdom written by a so called ancient Forest Nymph, where the Beast in the bottomless hole is located? See you. It was all a lie, the stories, Dragons, the Beast in the bottomless hole. They are all fables we say to our cubs at moonlight stories.” “Are we? Are we fables?!” Jared asked. Aghogho groaned suddenly his appearances changed as he grew bigger, wilder and hairier, his nails grew sharper and his canine teeth also as he thudded towards Jared.

His services have been used by many other werewolves to kill each other, really stupid? He could easily get out of this prison, which is not a difficult matter, but it would be very tiring if he did it himself. It would be better if he just waited because in two days someone would come to help. They will enter from the same spot as him, a small spot that has never been monitored and borders on an uninhabited land, only they ... ordinary humans can pass through it ... because the wolves are afraid to pass through that uninhabited land ... they believe in a ridiculous myth. . A myth that is actually very much proven to be a lie. The myth that anyone who passes through the forest will become a

Cafer was walking a very fine line. Today they ambled through a field that was close--but not too close-- to the elves' land. "A rabbit with horns!" Alaron exclaimed. He used a magic spell to pin the creature so he could get a closer look. "It is a jackalope," Cafer informed him as they walked over to it. "And you should probably let it go." The gnome flicked his gaze around the field. These creatures could travel in packs, and the thought of a hundred small, horned creatures running at him was undesirable.

“That’s why I said it’s just some made up story. I mean how can a wolf possess powers from the moon? Only the moon goddess controls the moon.” “You are forgetting the Nelphins.” Boris said. “Nelphins?” Chanda was confused. “Ancient moon creatures that once lived among wolves. Don’t you know of any stories?” Boris asked. “Not really. Such things weren’t spoken of in Montana pack.” “Seems like they are sensible wolves. I would love to stay there.” Mariam mumbled. “Also, Nelphins died off thousands of years ago. They don’t exist again.” “Still…” Boris insisted.

Even after realising that the chances of finding his true mate were close to ridiculously slim, Ash’s mindset stayed changed—no matter how many lonesome years our Goddess has made him wait so far. With most of the wolves passing the whole idea off as nothing more than desperate myths and legends, I too couldn’t help but come to wonder if there was any truth behind what we had always been told. Rose had mentioned to us in passing that she had once seen it for herself, but truthfully, I’m not entirely too sure what to think anymore. Rose had also told us on the same day, that she had fought against a cold one back in her younger years, an actual Nightcrawler; so, her reliability is still in qu

- 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.”

Both men swung their heads around to hers, their shock evident on their faces in the darkening car. Niall forced himself to concentrate on the road. “Another myth that no one really knows where it sprouted from.” He shrugged. “She’s supposed to give birth to a Shadow wolf that’ll defeat the Werewolf Hunters or so the rumors say.” Kris just listened intently, unsure of where his mom was heading with this, he was almost wary of finding out the truth. “It’s been decades and no one has heard anything more, the rumors are starting to die off now.”