Mythical Creatures Stories Novels & Stories

“Spirits caught between deaths. Some gentle. Most not. They live in the cracks of grief. They rot in places soaked in tragedy.” I saw a girl in a hospital gown, her face blank, floating through a dark hallway that never ended. “Giants,” Bibi said. “Buried beneath your mountains. Slumbering beneath ice. Waiting for war.” I saw a hand, huge, ancient, emerge from a snow-covered cliffside, fingers curling with life. “Merfolk,” she continued. “Not your storybook princesses. Not fish-tailed angels. But creatures of tide and hunger. Their songs aren’t lullabies, they are traps. They drag ships under, for fun. For vengeance. For a different kind of delicacy.”

"Oh! The snatchers." I had seen their paintings before at the fortress. Selma had told me that they were cruel and violent mythological creatures that were sent by Zeus to punish humans. The birdwomen in those pictures looked ugly. Why does Laelia have to look pretty even as a beast? Her wings were so majestic and her hair was gorgeous.

I saw it going up, my refuge, in a haze I lost it all, I lost it in an inferno, ablaze." "What do you think?" Aelanor looks at her companions. "It has to be some kind of bird, wings, plumage, feathers," Saayan offered. "Thunderbirds, Griffin, Adarna, there are so many." "Those are mythical creatures, Princess Saayan, they don't exist." Aelanor said. "They do, indeed, Princess," Pylaieus broke in. "What is myth in the human world is history in our world."

Erica nodded subconsciously because really they were doing the shittiest job of the century. Jade sighed and began, "Look, Erica. What they mean is that in this world, there are not only humans that exist, there are...what humans call 'mythical creatures' or 'supernatural beings' such as werewolves, vampires, witches, faes, mermaids which exist as well." Erica took in every single word with a blank expression on her face. The only thing that was going on in her head was, 'What is this nonsense?'

"I happen to read one of your books last night before going to bed, a book of mythological creatures captured my eyes and I felt that I have to get and read it." "Then...?" Amelia raises her right eyebrow and forks a slice of pancake. "And then I red about the werewolf, mermaids, half-human half-horse with long tough legs, and the beasts which separate their upper torso from their lower body after they spread heated oil into their arms and legs. Are those creatures true Mommy? "Of course not honey, those are writer's wild imaginations." Amelia cackles. "Well, I think that a person cannot write clear stories like that if they did not experience it on their own." Phoebe answers while she pours

said Leon. "Look at this," Leon said as he typed something on his keyboard. Suddenly an image appeared on the largest monitor screen. “There are still many monsters in The Myth that haven't appeared. While in The Myth, we only face a few monsters, right? The rest of it focuses on illusions, hallucinations, delusions, whatever," said Leon. The screen displays pictures of monsters in mythology. “Dragons, chimeras, fire birds, cerberos, there are many more that have yet to appear. Do you know why?" asked Leon.

she seemed unsure of saying what she wanted to. “Of being capable of speech?" I offered. “Well… um yes." she nodded. “What are the stories then? I mean beyond that, I’m a monster that loves to eat the flesh of humans?" I asked. Her eyes dart to the pile of bones and the dried blood on the table I’m leaning against. “They say Poseidon cursed the Queen to take the form of a cow by the light of the moon and that she bred with King Minos’ prized white bull. And the product was a hideous monster that was half human and half bull. They hid the minotaur away, and after it ate a servant King Minos had the labyrinth designed to contain it and started to send criminals to their deaths inside to feed t

I asked him, panic thick in my voice as I suddenly looked around in fright and waited for whatever this evil may be to suddenly attack me since I was aware of its existence. "Tis a tale, is it not?" he casually spoke with a shrug and I shook my head. "There is truth in myths, Abigor. You of all people should know that," he was a man of intelligence, no doubt a man that should be aware of truths in all matters myth or folklore, "and what you have described...only one mythical creature is capable of sucking the blood out of its victims..." Master Abigor looked down at me, his eyes emotionless yet eager. The left corner of his lips slightly raised as he gave me a slow blink, "and which mythical

"What is the story of the Silver Werewolf?" Jeremiah opened the book, revealing faded illustrations and handwritten text. He cleared his throat and began his tale. "Long ago, before the time of kings and kingdoms, there existed a powerful and mythical creature known as the Silver Werewolf. Legend has it that the Silver Werewolf was born under a rare alignment of the moon and the stars, granting it incredible strength, speed, and wisdom." I listened intently, captivated by Jeremiah's storytelling. The room seemed to fade away as his words painted vivid images in my mind.

“The Hero Era is just a myth, a story to tell children. Hybrids are just mythical creatures.” “And so, once, were Kraken,” the Technician explained. “And Giants, and Fae. And yet in this world all exist. The Moon Dragons are called Elves, yes? Do you know that the term comes from human mythology? Giants, Kraken, and even Dragons are all mythological creatures. Our race, Gaietians, came from another world. Our biology wasn’t suited to this planet, so we pulled our forms, our final forms, from their stories. We became their myths, their monsters. But we couldn’t do that without studying them and…taking a bit of them into ourselves.”