Jackalope Myth Novels & Stories

I thought meeting or even encountering a lycanthrope would be just a hopeful dream for me. I mean, although I keep on arguing with Justin that they exists, somehow deep inside I know they don't. They were the same as the thousand of myths I have heard and read before. But turns out, I was wrong. Lycanthropes is not a myth. They are true and existing somewhere and people don't have any clue about it. And one more thing, I have proven that they do really exist.

Jack scrunched his nose, “Are you insane? The deeper parts of the forest are filled with vile creatures…or at least the legends say so. Though nobody has ever set foot in those areas as the rumors have been too unnerving….” I bit my lower lip nervously and he saw my worried expression, “Though if you have some good company and know to fight, it shouldn't be hard. After all, they could be myths too..since nobody has seen such vile creatures in ages.” My eyebrows furrowed as I thought of another question. “But then if the flower has always existed, why did no one ever try to find it and turn more humans into werewolves?” Jack gave a humorless chuckle as if to say ‘you had to ask that’

I loosen a sigh at the tragic fate of the majestic creatures. "Sadly, yes. The legend concludes with the last surviving male sacrificing his life to save his mate and kit. But unfortunately, it was in vain as the last two were still hunted and killed. They were so misunderstood by everyone who saw them as beasts. Just monsters of the night." A small part of my heart sings a harmonic chord, the feelings of being despised and mocked, cast out and made to feel unworthy are familiar to me. Why Malachi has the image of the fierce and courageous Karelax on his skin is not hard to imagine.

She had never traveled anywhere, not out of travel jitters, but out of lack of opportunity. So, Era settled into her position and waited for Dom's story with a plate of healthy vegetarian snacks in front of her. "Alright. It seems like you all want to hear about my experiences so far. So, I won't disappoint you," Dom said, rubbing his hands together in excitement. He briefly cleared his throat before continuing with a smile that never left his face. "To start with, I'm going to tell you about some myths I've heard during my travels, and the first interesting myth I want to share with you is about our existence as werewolves. Specifically, it's about our origin."

I could see the princess too, her head darting out and following the mayhem. “W-we don’t know. It’s impossible.” I had to agree with them, the image could have been doctored or even fabricated. Lycans were a myth, a legend, a boogeyman told to scare young pups. “Call our people on the council. Surely there is something in their libraries about this.” I couldn’t take any chances, this thing, being something that could ruin everything for us. “We also found something else.” Jay continued as he stood up, leading the way to a closet in the back.

Maybe they would have found it in them to forgive Jay and Andrew and everyone else who was a part of the attack. Who else was out there that might know who I am? My mind wandered to Matt. What time was it? I didn’t know where my phone was and there were no clocks in the room I’d woken up in. The covers were dark and across the room on a shelf was a collection of small figurines of wolves engaged in battle at the base of a tall mountain. Was it supposed to be Looming Height? Aside from the lovers who climbed to the peak, there were other myths about the mountain, pointing back to centuries ago when most werewolves still shifted regularly and used claws instead of guns.

she asked tilting her chin. I smirked. "And still yet you haven't done it?" I asked cockily, and then became serious. "It's really important." "And what would that be if I'm permitted to ask?" She was being skeptical. "There's a myth about a demon king which is real. It's said to prey on white wolves most especially the pure and spotless ones," She stared at me like I was blabbing and crazy too. "What nonsense are you talking about?" She asked.

He didn't look well. Could it have been as a result of his consumption of the flower? "How sure are you about this information? You read this somewhere, right? It's just a myth told to baby wolves by their mothers, isn't it?" I wanted to hear him say it was only a myth but unfortunately, he didn't, "Rain Flowers are real Miss, but no one in this generation has ever seen them before. Myths say they are still existing somewhere we see but can't reach. But I know about the Rain Flowers Miss and they are real, really dangerous." He confirmed his words.

Elena introduced the topic with confidence, her voice steady as she explained the common themes in shifter mythology across different cultures. “In Norse mythology,” she said, gesturing to an image on the screen behind her, “we see the concept of the berserker - warriors who would take on the spirit of the wolf or bear, channeling their ferocity in battle. The term itself comes from Old Norse, meaning ‘bear-shirt,’ referring to their animalistic transformation.” She moved through her slides, discussing Native American legends of skinwalkers, Celtic tales of selkies, and the enduring symbolism of wolves in folklore. The students were engaged, asking thoughtful questions and jotting down notes

Luke My first thought when I heard what the council were planning was that they couldn’t have come up with a more ridiculous idea, but when I saw the evidence, I understood why they were planning to do it. All around the world, packs were reporting what I thought was pure fiction at first. That was until I saw the actual proof. Something had gone very wrong with our belief that the moon goddess was sending us our destined mates. It seems that belief created creatures that only half shifted. Pictures showed monsters of all ages, and according to reports, they were all feral.