Mythical Jackalope Novels & Stories

He could even put the old lady back at Garron’s pack to shame. As he told me about all the plants and flowers, I couldn’t help but be curious about this flower that I had to drink the nectar of to ascend. I somehow felt that he must know something about it. Thus, I asked, “Jack, by any chance have you heard of this flower that turns humans into werewolves?” Jack didn’t even look up and responded, “Do you mean the Blue flame?” “Huh” He pulled the mud out of the small hole he had been digging into the ground and replied, “Yeah, I think that’s the name.”

He drew the leather belt and attached the scabbards, “Have we identified the attackers?” Nerea fielded the question, “As a matter of fact we have. The dog people are called Adlets, they enjoy the taste of humans. The big wolf bear things are called waheela, they are wild animals as far as I have been told. As for the flesh golems, they are called Tupilaq, and they come with specific conditions. We'll get into that before we leave.” “This is your captain speaking, we want to thank you for riding the Dreaming Eagle. We ask all passengers to wait for the queen and her entourage to disembark first. That will be all.”

Catching my reflection in the mirror, I noticed my eyes were swollen, prompting me to ask Pearly for some ice to lessen the swelling. Once refreshed, I changed into fresh clothes and went to consult with the Lotus Pack's funeral director, a blind man named Jack Newton. Jack, a half-blood werewolf and witch doctor, claimed he had sacrificed his sight to the Moon Goddess in exchange for the ability to see the lost souls of werewolves and guide them to the afterlife. His age was so advanced that no one could truly confirm if his stories were factual or merely folklore. I needed Jack's assistance to prepare five crystal coffins, a tradition for the Alpha's family in our pack.

I asked, keeping my voice casual, though my heart rate spiked. Beside me, Liam stiffened slightly, his eyes flicking to the rearview mirror. "Yeah," Jack chuckled, finally looking up. "So you turn into... a dog?" I furrowed my brow, putting on my best confused face. "Like a Golden Retriever? Do you chase tennis balls?" Liam let out a bark of laughter, quickly turning it into a cough. Jack’s jaw dropped. He looked genuinely insulted. "Luna, I am not a dog. I am a wolf. A purebred, apex predator."

Jenny followed them with her car. Attention all over them. It was the time for another human being who discover their truth. “What are you doing here? What do you know about all this?” Jasper closed the gap in three long steps, clutching her neck. Her choked voice couldn’t let her utter the word correctly, but daring as she was, she discovered everything. “I know Zabbie was killed by wild wolves.” “And you are all supernatural creatures disguised in human forms.” Jasper was cutting the supply of oxygen from her windpipe.

Jackie dashed over excitedly, only to discover that the creature caught in the trap was indeed a wolf. But it wasn't a werewolf at all. That was a wolf cub! It probably got separated from the wolf group while playing and accidentally fell into the trap. Jackie had planned to sell a real werewolf for a good price. As his chance to make money was gone, he vented his anger on the wolf cub, viciously beating it. "Damn it! I was supposed to catch a werewolf, but you damn thing came to my trap! Since I can't catch a werewolf, I'll skin you and sell your fur for money!"

It was the day that Jack had been dreading. His birthday. He was 18 today. He had to leave the only home he had ever known, Old George Orphanage. Once an orphan had reached the age of 18, they were no longer able to stay. It was time to spread their wings and see what the world had to offer. However, Jack wasn't the only orphan being thrown out in the world today. His best friend, Jill, would be right there beside him. Today was also her birthday. 18 years old today. They'd been at Old George for as long as either could remember. Neither Jack nor Jill knew much of their past. Hell, they didn't know who they were or where they'd actually come from. Hence the names, Jack and Jill. Names given

they said with a little fear of their voice but again the clown head laughed. "Of all the werewolves here in howling Island he is the only one different, don't make the mistake of trying angry the werewolf who possessed those spiral crimson eyes because otherwise, even your soul will not survive" all of them stunned of what the clown head said. Maybe they know of what she pointing but still don't want to believe. I wonder who he really is? Why he's the only one who possessed those spiral crimson on his golden eyes? Why he is the most different?

" well I lied that used to be a goblin 1 year ago but after entering the mountain, that happened " ' that giant thing was a lovely being ? could this be another artifact ? if so lucky it's most likely my dark maze ,though i said maze it's just a stone rod that exchanges your consiousness to a stronger body at the sacrifice of the old pretty convient but it takes you back to a child state so it's a bit disadvantageous to humans but not demons though since they mature quickly' Jack was definely going but pretended to think about it and calmly said . " fine hand me the request I'll go now "

"She is both a witch and a wolf, which makes her existence here even more problematic. Despite her being your mate, this cannot be allowed. Please, reconsider." I froze behind the door, my breath catching in my throat. I carefully masked my scent, a trick I had perfected over the years, one even Jake hadn’t realized I was capable of. Eavesdropping wasn’t something I took pleasure in, but I needed to know what they were saying about me. I leaned against the cold stone of the doorway, listening intently. "I am a hybrid too," Jake’s voice cut through the room, cool and controlled. "Will you banish me for it?"