Jackalope Myth Novels & Stories

The air thickened with unspoken judgments as I continued my work, feeling the weight of their doubt pressing upon me. Rumors began to circulate, weaving tales of my supposed lover in the enemy's pack. Jake, a mischievous wolf known for his teasing, couldn't resist adding fuel to the fire. "I heard about Luna Tania always slips away at night to meet a secret lover in the enemy's territory." His comment sparked a mixture of hushed laughter and speculative glances. My frustration simmered beneath the surface, but I knew confronting the rumors head-on would only fuel the gossip.

days human time. THE HEART OF JUGULAR " You know we should thank you for that" said one of the thiefs, we were thieves and that confession was supposed to be our doom, I won't raise a sword again that over fed bird for any reasons " warlock smiled, " that may be true, as for us, we have not a little fear in us, there was a bird belonging to Lulu, that I killed in a single blow, it was double the size of this one, we have fought many beasts and have always won, some of the beasts parts became artifacts on my walls, these may as well be another lost animal kingdom, if care is not taken, " as they were talking, one saw a massive armies of rodents, they were like sands of the land, and behind t

“It’s not that I can’t… It’s that we don’t want your wee lass to suffer any harm in my doing so. This isn’t a normal protection spell. She’s bound to it, as are those damn ugly creatures. If I yank it free, I don’t know what damage it will do to her when Furor Praecurrens already grips her.” Meadow snarls with the corner of her mouth and huffs back to sit and pick up the book she discarded, too. Pouring over spells for hours has gotten us nothing other than what Kaelin said about Gone Lichi, Leyanne confirmed with Furor Praecrreens. Same ailment, different name in a different culture. Ancient wolves believed it was a sickness in that the spirit runs ahead and leaves the shadow behind. Or som

Aria’s tone was aggressive and full of hatred towards Erick. “Aria, do you believe in that myth? Despite what the myth says, I have never heard of a white wolf existing in our pack. They say it’s a rare phenomenon, but since my ancestors have had the pack’s reins, no rightful Luna was born with violet eyes and a white wolf,” I tried to reason with her and she seemed upset. “Jackson, Aria’s assumptions might be significant. You may not believe what the myth says, but everyone else does, and that could also be the case for Erick Williams,” Jason chipped in and I looked at him, pondering his words.

Skye’s hand found mine between our thighs, tucked out of Kathrena’s sight. “What’s a myth?” I wondered aloud, looking between the two of them, lost. “Certain herbs are meant to have… powers, in a sense. Jane taught me that, and becoming a supernatural creature has made me more aware of them, too. Aconitum – wolf’s bane, to use the colloquial term for it – is meant to be painful for werewolves. I never put much stock in it, though. Most things about wolves are untrue, spread by the wolves themselves to lead others away from what really harms them.”

With how swiftly they moved, she could tell it wasn't normal. Surprisingly, she wasn't afraid. She was astounded. Instantly, she mentally concluded that mythical creatures coexisted with humans all along. She was quick to read hints. “Are there lots of wolves in your area?” She asked Lex, who was busy with his laptop. “Yes. The ones you heard were Slavon wolves. Extremely rare species that still exist for thousands of years.” He nonchalantly stated a lie. Those were actually rogues who breached their borders. Lex was pretending to be busy but was mentally mind-linking his warriors to get it done ASAP.

Gabriel would kill me if he knew. “Well there are a lot of myths and stories told for so many generations and cultures I’d like to believe those kinds of things are true. There are dragon stories from Chinese mythology and then you have the medieval knights fighting dragons. Sometimes I wish I was there to witness for myself what these people were actually seeing for those kinds of myths to told for so long. It’s very interesting.”

"What?" I breathed. "The Mark doesn't kill the surviving mate," Perla said, stepping closer. Her violet eyes were intense, almost feverish. "That's a myth spread by wolves who feared our power. The truth is far more complex. And far more dangerous." Ares moved to stand beside me, his presence a solid anchor. "Explain. Now." Perla looked between us, then gestured to the chairs near the window. "Sit. This will take a moment, and you need to understand everything before you walk into that canyon."

Jette’s curiosity grew, and she sought answers. One moonlit night, she sat by the fire with her wise mother, Magdalene. Magdalene’s eyes held ancient secrets, and her voice carried the weight of generations. She spoke softly, revealing a hidden truth: the lupines’ mortal foe was none other than the immortal vampires dwelling in the wilds. The vampires, creatures of darkness, hungered for lupine blood. Their existence defied time, and their powers were unmatched. Magdalene recounted tales of battles fought, lives lost, and the eternal struggle between lupines and vampires.

Aravelle asked, a faraway look in her eyes. I knew the story, every werewolf did. It used to be my favorite bedtime story. I remembered my mom reciting it to Vira and me for the first time when we were children. I didn’t remember much of it anymore, only that it was about a sibling rivalry. That was why I loved it. “Solara and Lunara. Everybody knows the myth,” Rohan said. “What if I told you it’s not a myth but a real story that happened a very long time ago?” Aravelle said.