Jackalope Mythology Novels & Stories

DANTE POINTED TO A couple of wolves fighting. "Those are usemi. Also known as werewolves or lycans. There's a lot of myth and lore about them, some true, some not. The bare bones version is that they are real, but very rare. I don't know how far back they go, but I do know that their population has been dwindling. If humans knew of them, they'd put them on the endangered species list. Akharu, too."

“Jalal’s no fool—he wants to avoid bloodshed, the kind that invites retribution. So we struck a deal. We’ll return to rebuild and fortify their village, protect it from future threats—after we finish our… little adventure.” I leaned in, lips brushing his ear as I kissed his cheek softly. “This pact benefits us both—Jalal gains allies and resources, and we get our freedom back… and a foothold to stand on.” My smirk deepened as I whispered against his skin, “You really thought Jalal would just let us slip away after what we… accidentally did? He’s not that kind of man.” “The lion pierced by a spear isn’t just a war monument, Caro—it represents a guardian slain by betrayal at the hands of the S

The air was getting colder, and there was a strange sensation that made Enne's hair stand on end. As they got deeper, they began to see strange symbols carved into the cave walls. They resembled ancient carvings depicting wolves, moons, and other creatures they didn't recognize. "These aren't ordinary carvings," muttered Nathalie as she touched one of the symbols. "Of course not," Andhara agreed. "According to legend, the moonstone has a close connection with wolf spirits." Altair watched the symbols with a serious expression. "I don't like this place," he said. "We should find what we're looking for and get out."