Mythical Creatures Stories Novels & Stories

“Hurry up and tell Anna the rest.” Shaw nods, eager. “After Prasad’s downfall, the forbidden animals—those who knew called them that—went into seclusion. With the help of a witch spared from Prasad’s wrath, they built a sanctuary. But when humans tried to chain them again, the beasts retaliated. Thousands died. The survivors carried the curse of the bite—humans doomed to share body and soul with the beast that bit them. That’s how werecreatures were born.” The room hums with silence, the weight of the myth settling over us. Anna’s eyes widen, breath shallow, as if the story has carved itself into her bones. Even the clink of cutlery seems too loud, too ordinary against the enormity of what s

“I’ve lived long enough to know there are things no amount of books or lessons can replace. But curiosity… that’s universal. You have it.” Our conversations often turn to the forgotten. The trinkets and ancient tomes Ramon keeps speak of extinct supernatural species, myths and legends barely remembered. One of them is Athiera, my Ailuranthrope, her story woven into ancient fables. “These creatures,” I murmur as I flip through a particularly worn book, “they were real?” “Once,” Ramon replies softly. “A long time ago. They were one with nature, guided by instinct and ancient magic.”

Maybe I’m just dreaming and need to pinch myself, and I’ll wake. I’m rudely interrupted by being tackled to the ground. We tumble over each other, and soon, I’m face to face with a creature I’ve only heard of in stories. Bloodshot eyes and sharp fangs drip with blood from their last victim as their pale face stares down at me. “Ah!” I scream.

Yesran walked along the shelves with wide eyes, her steps were slow, and then, not wanting to waste time, Yesran began to browse the books on the mythological shelf. Vampire. Nymph. Elves. Siren. And many more non-fiction books that tell the origin of mythological creatures from various continents. As many people know, vampires are blood-sucking predators, Elves are fairies who have extraordinary powers, and sirens are mythological creatures who guard the sea. Yesran put the book about Siren back on the shelf, then her fingers moved to the next books. Yesran's fingers stopped moving. Yesran's eyes narrowed when she saw the writing on the dark blue cover book.

Enzir looked forward and saw the sapphire blue of the lake. “Beautiful, Lankko!” Enzir shouted as he felt Kora glide lower as she went down the mountains and over the trees bordering the lake. “Peaceful. Serimang’s in a good mood!” said Lankko. Enzir heard of the tales about the giant creature that inhabited the lake. There had been rare sightings of the creature, but Enzir had not really known anyone who had seen it. When he was a boy, he used to ask his advisers to tell him stories of the lake creature and he would marvel at the fantastic tales told him. As he grew older, he realized that there were too many versions of the story. When he asked his advisers and storytellers about the creat

"I haven't. And if I have it doesn't matter. Sometimes Old Nan would tell the same story she'd told before, but we never minded, if it was a good story. Old stories are like old friends, she used to say . You have to visit them from time to time." "That's true." Meera walked with her shield on her back, pushing an occasional branch out of the way with her frog spear. Just when Bran began to think that she wasn't going to tell the story after all, she began, "Once there was a curious lad who lived in the Neck. He was small like all crannogmen, but brave and smart and strong as well. He grew up hunting and fishing and climbing trees, and learned all the magics of my people." Bran was almost ce

She tells me. “What do you mean?” I asked her. “Well, a three-headed snake is called a Hydra, but a Chimera is a fire-breathing creature with the head of a lion, the body of a goat and the tail of a snake. But I can see how you mixed up the two of them; they're both part of Greek mythology. But why did you ask about the Hydra? Don't tell me you saw one?” She asked me. “Not really.” I say, and then I wait until we are in the library before I explain I don't want to risk anyone hearing us.

Yet I can tell that everything is related to him because everything here may be about mythical or legendary creatures like vampires, werewolves, witches, or even magicians as they call them. Who then possibly argues that those things are fake? These creatures are the subject of myths and legends that might attract anyone's attention, but that doesn't imply they aren't true. What served as the inspiration for individuals who created these myths and legends? Perhaps they have already experienced these animals, allowing them to dismiss them as myths when in fact they are real. I pick up the book that was previously on my bed and place it on my lap. I can tell there are illustrations, quotes, an

“How sure are you if you haven't been there?” “You're right, I'm not quite sure but I’ve read a lot about it.” A big fat and humongous lie. “What have you read about this place?” His hands worked on his jaw, he gazed all over me. “I learnt there are a lot of mythical creatures, the type you know of; werewolves, warlocks, witches, vampires and many more. That's where magic rules, they believe anything and everything is possible. It is possible to live forever, so they said.”

Her heart rate dropped but not by much, this whole 'Mythical Beings existing amongst humans' thing still had that bit of a screeching turn-table effect on her. But then again, her uncle did inform her that the Mythics populous, mostly the Dark Mythics, still roam the world. Werewolves, Serpentine, Minotaurs, Mermaids, Goblins, and even Ghosts. However a few existed in an other-worldly dimension - created by Merlin but ruled by the Vampire King himself, or so he illiterated. She didn't ask about that.