Mythical Creatures Cyclops Novels & Stories

“Master, what is happening?” “Wang is using his evil powers to win this war. He used the moonstone to conjure the Whirring Cyclops.” “What is that?” “It has the power to suck the energy of the Golden Shifters.” “Gosh! Does that mean all the Shifters who went inside the Cyclops will die?” “Even if they don’t die, they will be reduced to a very weak form. So, I guess our strength will be drastically reduced after this.” “Master, is there any way to stop this?”

"Go on." Mason seemed hesitant as Danica eyed him expectantly. "There are six different creatures that reside in the world and the darklands. The ones residing here are Werewolves, Cyclops, and harpies. We all come across as normal people thanks to adaptation. The other three Trolls, Elves, and Gorgons reside in the darklands." "What are the darklands?" She had seen the term mentioned on the paper Nigel had given her to read the previous night, but it never went into detail about what it actually was.

“You were nothing more than a low-life servant!” “AGH!” Ras cries as he falls to the ground, bleeding. The Gods have taken his powers. He is not going to heal. He is nothing but a human now. “What is going on?” Alexei whispers. Did they just see the Gods killing off Ras? In a slow motion, several hands grab the circle and something emerges from it. A giant, spider-like creature crawls out of the circle. It has hundreds of heads meshed into one body, its limbs like pedipalps, crawling and squirming. The creature is larger than the mountains, the faces of the many Gods looking down at the army below.

His soul was not a lighthouse like mine. But it was when I looked over those gleaming shoulders of light that I saw, and I felt... There were two mountains very far from each other. No, not mountains. An animal with a head and syrup of enormous size. My protective spirit. Higher than any creature I have ever found there, bigger than the giants who protected the castle of Hyenna. A Cerastes, a horned viper, in colossal size.

[Narrator's POV] A long time ago, there was a group of male sinners, also called cursed humans, who had been altered by the Gods to transform into evil giants with fur-covered bodies, bull-like heads, and tails. These monsters, born from the arrogance of man towards the Gods, came to be known as Minotaurs or the Monsters of the Labyrinths. Five of them found themselves trapped inside the confusing structures created by Poseidon, where five pairs were currently walking through. "To kill is to live" was their belief, and they eagerly awaited the arrival of the defenders to satisfy their hunger.

I explained, finding it crazy to use Cyclops out of all mythological characters. “That’s crazy,” he scoffed, resting his chin on my shoulder. “Why would you go with a Cyclops? Poseidon maybe? Or Zeus? Or maybe stupid Cupid.” I snorted and tilted my head. “That’s my point, Aiden. I still don’t remember the guy who knocked me up.”

“Ignite my heart to become the one I sought. One with blaze- Phoenix.” A wing of flame emerged from her, suggesting her name. The Phoenix. “Let’s see-” Azen and Persephone were about to bicker but they noticed the ground shaking. “What the-'' Astounded, they looked up and saw twenty feets tall cyclops approaching them with a mace in their hands. “Persephone! Azen! Take the giant!” Kriss ordered. And their plan to run a competition was ruined as they have to fight together and defeat them all now.

Fuming with hatred, I pace back and forth while thinking of ways to destroy Mysteria. Finally, I come to a halt and smile as the answer comes to mind. Thypon, the God of ferocious monsters. He has the head of a dragon, a bat's wings and a serpent's body. Once a God amongst the other deities in the Celestial Realm, Thypon wreaked death and destruction across many worlds. To end Typhon’s terrible ways, the deities and I trapped him beneath a volcano for all eternity, compelling the volcano never to erupt since that was the only way Thypon could be released.

Meaning that, he belong to the rarest being in the Fantasma perhaps, a Hybrid Cyclops. Nowdays in Fantasma, the giant race has been deem lost, they are very rare. Cyclops are even more hard to find. Just like in the Greek mythology, Cyclops in Fantasma was a member of a savage one eyed giant, known for their giant stature, unbelievable strength and prowess. But, within the High Human ancient records, Most of the giant race, they were in contrary to their savage looks, their personality is very gentle and friendly.

Then his thick claws buried deep into the Cyclopes skin before slicing through the Cyclopes chest down to its abdomen. William and the vampire instantly paused in their own fight at the Cyclopes loud, gurgled screams, both stunned in horror as they simultaneously turned their heads and watched just in time the werewolf literally tear the squirming Cyclopes alive in a messy half. As soon the Cyclopes fell easily, so smoothly into two pieces like paper... it disintegrated into blackened ashes at the werewolf’s bare feet.