Jackalope Myth Novels & Stories

Hush, you are scaring him," said Eloy. Mithraos looked at Adharva for support. "It is an animal of the wild. Step back from him carefully," said Adharva. "We need to wait till his pack get here," said Eloy, applying more medicines to the wound. It was a golden jackal and from the smell of feces and urine, it looks like the established territory of a group of jackals. "They are opportunistic flesh eating animals," said Mithraos. "It is still a life," said Eloy. "Says the most decorated warrior of all time. Is it not hypocrisy?" asked Adharva irritated.

Among the Werewolves, the prevailing belief was that true mates were nothing more than fictional narratives, a figment of imagination never realized in reality. The subject of true mates remained shrouded in mystery, even when inquired of the moon goddess herself. Instead of offering clarity, she responded with enigmatic smiles, perpetuating the confusion among the Werewolves. Yet, the very idea of having a true mate intrigued Arabella profoundly. Legends suggested that these unions were predestined by the moon goddess herself, forging an unbreakable bond between two souls. Even after death, they remained inseparable, destined to be reborn repeatedly, eternally seeking their mate in each new

Across the aisle, a guy near the printers snored softly against an economics textbook. Relatable. I rubbed tired fingers beneath my burning eyes, then looked back down at my laptop screen. Another article filled with vague folklore nonsense stared back at me. The Betrayed Pack. That phrase kept appearing. Sometimes the stories painted them like monsters. Sometimes protectors. One article described them as guardians tied to the forest land long before Black Hollow became a town. Another claimed they slaughtered settlers during brutal winter storms. Nothing matched. Every version contradicted the last one. Fantastic. Even the local mythology had commitment issues.

“No way!” Valerius breathed, shaking his head in immediate denial. “That’s not possible!” Elara gasped, her hand flying to her chest as the color drained from her face. Caelum leaned forward, his expression deeply grim. “Blue wolves are a myth, Isabella. They don't exist.” “No, I swear I saw them. In fact, Killian saw them too, and many of our warriors witnessed it in that battle,” Isabella insisted, her voice firm.

When i told them about the illusion of the door that i saw back in the closed room they all had a perplexed expressions on their face. “Whats so shocking about it?” “I never heard of such magic before,” Alex replied. “Neither the vampires nor werewolves have the power of illusions.” Myles said. “Maybe elves or wizards?” i asked. “Umm… they don't exist Rebecca. That's just folklore.” myles replied. “They dont? Oh!” i said. I once thought werewolves and vampires were folklore too. I wouldnt be surprised if a dragon hatches out of a rock in front me.

After a moment of deliberation, he added, “But since they are ones of the most popular creatures locally, I think they exist here. People won’t know of their appearance and names otherwise. Although always exaggerated, myths and folklores sometimes have some truth in them.” “I see.” In a small voice, the girl replied, “I hope we don’t run into them soon.” She seemed to have been traumatized a bit by those creatures at the Underworld March. But who wouldn’t be, when those damnable creatures kept swinging barbed whips at the poor soul for every minor nuisance? Even Ley was terrified by them.

Among the Werewolves, the prevailing belief was that true mates were nothing more than fictional narratives, a figment of imagination never realized in reality. The subject of true mates remained shrouded in mystery, even when inquired of the moon goddess herself. Instead of offering clarity, she responded with enigmatic smiles, perpetuating the confusion among the Werewolves. Yet, the very idea of having a true mate intrigued Arabella profoundly. Legends suggested that these unions were predestined by the moon goddess herself, forging an unbreakable bond between two souls. Even after death, they remained inseparable, destined to be reborn repeatedly, eternally seeking their mate in each new

“You know that whole myth about Vampires not having a reflection? Well its times like these I wish it were true.” Jake gave his reflection a dirtier look and then turned around to hang the jacket up again. “Wonder how they came up with that kind of nonsense.” Henry said knowing he had helped Jake come up with myths that would keep humans away. “I can’t imagine but who came up with the garlic thing I mean really. Who is going to go centuries and centuries without pizza? It’s better though that the humans believe nonsense then that they find out the truth.” Jake’s face dropped as he walked closer to

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.

From that unusual position, he seemed to slip past the rampaging Demons and what looked like pirate Hares. Why were there so many Hares here? Weren't they extinct? Jinx had seen drawings in the old storybooks back in his homeland, but all the legends said that the last of the Hares had walked into the sea around the same time that the no-furs fell from the heavens. There was the occasional sighting of a Hare, like the one at the circus. But they were outliers, a strangling end of a race who'd disappeared generations ago. Right? Though he probably shouldn't be surprised that the Elders had said "walked into the ocean" rather than something cooler like "became fucking pirates." Orangelo kits d