Mythical Ice Creatures Novels & Stories

“Tell me about the gods and goddesses, Alaric.” “Well, there were twelve gods and goddesses, I killed three and you killed one, leaving them with eight. There is Ramiel, god of thunder, Haziah, god of Ice, Selene, goddess of Love, Azura, goddess of water, Hades, god of the underworld, Alinta, goddess of flame, Aron, god of Hate and Noel, god of Earth.”

“What does that mean? What kind of creature?” “It’s not a creature,” Maelor said. “It’s a concept. A will. A thought that devours. The first hunger. When the world was formed from flame and ice, it was what was not. And even the gods feared it.” “And now it’s here,” she said, throat dry. Maelor nodded slowly. “And it remembers everything that came before.” They both looked down the ridgeline.

Ragnar chuckled filthily. "Oh, Ragnar, please, that's too much," Magnus scoffed, but there was a smile on his face as he looked over his shoulder at Ronan. I was racking my brain trying to remember all my mythology. A selkie was a seal that could turn into a beautiful woman. If you took her coat, you could trap her in her human form, and she was beholden to you until you gave it back. A kelpie was a water horse, notorious for devouring humans and spitting their entrails back up on the shores of bodies of water.

It had been over a year since they began appearing everywhere, which was why all the major powers had mobilized massive armies to confront this grave crisis. Everything was getting closer, and many things were happening as a result; even Mu Huanhuan, who wasn’t supposed to get involved, ended up getting dragged into it because they truly had no other choice. In the desert, a monster with the body of a lion but three different heads—a snake, a lion, and a bull—has appeared. Not only that, but in three other places, long-dead creatures have suddenly come to life. For instance, in the Valley of Death, a creature called a hydra has emerged, possessing potent venom and being difficult to kill. Th

The vibrant blue hues of the ocean are illuminated by the glow of luminescent sea creatures, casting an ethereal aura upon their underwater kingdom. As Carissa descended into the depths of this otherworldly realm, she was greeted with the sight of mermaids and mermen gracefully swimming amidst the coral reefs and sprawling seaweed gardens. Their tails, shimmering with iridescent scales, propel them effortlessly through the water as they dance to the rhythm of the ocean's currents. The Aquatic Creatures, with their luscious hair that catches the light and their opalescent skin that glows in the dark, are breathtakingly beautiful. They possess stunning physical features, such as eyes that shin

For an old grumpy man like him to admire someone, that person must be so amazing. "I'm not sure if you heard her name before but she was the Legendary Archmage who froze all the northern land of the West Continent, defeated thousands of armies just by herself, and made a terrible snowstorm in the middle of the month of Fire (July). She was entitled as The Ice Goddess and Hellen of the Iceland.” Wow! That was such a cool nickname and title. She must be pretty strong and powerful. And it wasn't a shock that I didn't know her because she was from the west continent, it was only natural.

But then Gildeon realized they weren’t mere sculptures. Dozens, maybe hundreds, of frozen creatures stood embedded in the ice, lining the gorge like silent sentinels. Each one grotesquely unique—hybrids, twisted forms with mismatched limbs and strange features. Some bore partial resemblance to beasts he and his kind had once battled in the war centuries ago. Others had faces disturbingly mortal—eyes frozen mid-scream, lips parted in silent terror. They were living beings once, petrified in fear. Gildeon stared, breath heavy, steam pouring from his nostrils. A weight pressed into his chest. These creatures had been condemned.

It was an impossible situation, they were completely trapped, the boats were trembling under their feet and they barely kept their balance while the creatures kept on coming at them, munching on everything, flesh, bone, wood, metal, and even her ice. Her icy blades, just like her magic, were being broken down once touched by the sea water, and maybe that was what made the creatures that strong despite being significantly small, seawater! It wasn’t just the monstrous creatures that fed on anything, it was also the sea, the water she thought she could use as an infinite source to regenerate her ice was now another obstacle.

The people of Talos are standardized by the level of sorcery each possess. On javolt mountain leaves creatures that are said to be a mystery of identity to the rest of the world and surrounding though its said that once came out a pterocentaur with no reveal of the creature who really saw it. In the Gordon ocean leaves ichthyocentaurs, narwhals, gorgons, mermaid and sirens. In the ocean itself are two kingdoms. The ones led by the sirens and those led by gorgons. The closeness of the ocean with Agron makes these creatures immortal themselves.

After all, this kind of cold was bone-chilling to the extreme, and only creatures with ice attributes and unique physiques could survive this extreme cold. An ice raccoon—almost crystalline and as black as it can be, jumped and attacked me, but I slapped it away to death. To my surprise, these ice creatures produce black ice crystals. I collected the crystal and examined it. I was surprised at the pure energy it contains. My eyes lit up. The energy within was too little, but it was still beneficial for my cultivation. Many a little makes a mickle, after all. I continued walking deeper, and the temperature became colder and colder, but still bearable. Some ice creatures tried to attack me, bu