Mythical Creatures Griffin Novels & Stories

After you had found your other three wounded animals, you began your work on creating them, and then you named them. The Griffen was a mix of lion, eagle, and bear. The Basilisk, you once said you had read about that, and it was a European legend. The Basilisk is a serpentine creature that bears resemblance to the Gorgons of Greek myth. You learned that the Basilisks are also sometimes called the kings of serpents. This particular creature can kill with just one look. Demarion paused, then a smile cracked; however, your serpentine creature seems to enjoy the flair for the dramatics as well.

For the first part of the duel between Moe and Trisha, Myra was tempted to power Moe up, there was enough reason why she had that feeling, Moe was being beaten heavily by Trisha who seemed to be in a rage that someone dared to challenge her and the only thing which stayed Myra’s hand was the fact that Moe didn’t seem too bothered by Trisha show of strength. Myra understood better when Trisha started to be tired, her burst of energy being exhausted, that was when Moe started. They all had forgotten the race which Moe came from, a shifting animal whose normal counterparts had gone extinct and was now seen as mythical, a griffin who was just as majestic as a dragon. And also a battle animal. Mo

What Elizabeth saw was not a common artesian fountain, in which everything was static and water flowed, but statues of all kinds, shapes and sizes, winged horses, angels, sea creatures you could not even imagine if you did not see personally, and many other human or less human creatures made up the fountain, moved freely playing with water making it run continuously in various ways. Furthermore, those statues moved their body, as if they were not built of stone, but had joints and were made of flesh and bones. However ... they were petrified. “Gargoyle”, said Mrs. Harmony. “Magic statues came to life. You will meet them everywhere. In various forms ... Human, or mermaid, or fantastic creatur

Why was my love life so frustrating? "Have you noticed how the grass isn't itchy like regular grass?" I was wanting to keep topics on the tour. "The griffins who live here have an oil on their skin that coats the grass and makes it velvety. It's been like that for so long that the grass grows like that naturally now. And the color is like a turquoise mineral." I was feeling more at peace as we walked along. I turned and stretched my hands up. "Look, it's a griffin nest," I whispered. "And around the family are the flowers I mentioned. They're magnificent!"

"Griffins." The creatures where dangerous and where rarely found, Elliot stumbled backwards in fear. Elizabeth's heart skipped a beat as she followed Elliot's gaze, her own eyes widening at the sight of the unmajestic yet intimidating creatures emerging from the water. The griffins, with their powerful wings, irritating bodies, and sharp beaks, seemed to have sensed their presence and approached with caution. Fear gripped both Elizabeth and Elliot as they realized they were now faced with a new threat, one they hadn't anticipated.

“The best griffin after Eydyia. She is the one that makes sure Cyan eats, drinks, and sleeps.” “Of course, she does. She wouldn’t let her mate die. Griffins mate for life. If one of the mates dies, the other fades away soon after. They can’t be separated from their mates for too long. That’s why griffins fight in pairs,” Atlas explained. Then he looked at Eydyia. She sat next to Cyan in a defensive position, almost shielding him with her body. “Can Ayla approach Cyan? She is a friend,” Atlas let the griffin know.

"It has an eagle's head and wings but it's body , it's a lion's body. What kind of creature is this?" It's my first time to see such creature and I can't hide the fact that I'm nervous. I felt my heart beating so fast. Leanna run towards us carrying her sword. "It's a mythical beast called Griffin. I've never seen one before but according to the books I've read, it has the head and wings of an eagle and the body of a lion. It's literally the same with this creature we're seeing now. So I'm sure it's a Griffin!" Leanna explained while panting.

Growing more curious, I began to move forward in an attempt to peek inside, only to run into Tristan, who was coming out with a set of reigns in his hand. Stopping in place, I looked on with wide eyes as a large beast with the head and upper body of an eagle and the lower body of a lion emerged from within. "This..." I stammered, lifting a hand to my mouth in awe. "Griffins!" "That's right." Tristan beamed, beginning to make his way towards me. "Beautiful, isn't it?" "I almost forgot that they existed here!" As I took in the beast, flashes of my past experience with them began to appear. Having ridden with Vladimier and being held tightly in his arms as he guided the creature through the air

I stopped against the Alpha's body when a shrill roar echoed in the maze; the ground trembled as if something gigantic was coming our way. "Yali…" the Alpha said between his fangs. “Let's go this way!” He pushed us down another path in the labyrinth, and we ran following him until I noticed the walls closing in with shadowy arms trying to grab us. “CURSE!” roared King Lycan. “Alright, I'll distract the Yali; you guys keep following the blood trail.” “What is this creature?” I asked, confused. “It's a giant griffin; it usually tends to be protective... Everything indicates that our direction was correct and that it is guarding the place!” explained the young wolf.

Hecate smiled, her finger dropping, looking at Apollo. “The Griffons, your people, died out because they could not find their mates. They are very emotional creatures. They also liked to live alone. The secretive creatures they were made them die out. No other supernaturals would help because they had no clue what you were. Your kind wasn’t the friendliest to newcomers.” Apollo nodded. “You came from an ancient race. Once more and more supernaturals arrived from Earth to run from the persecution of humans, griffons hid. It isn’t anyone’s fault. Your forefathers were doing what was best for their mates.” Hecate brushed the side of his beard.