Mythical Jackalope Novels & Stories

"don't touch." He took his hand back, worry written all over his face. "I'll make them save you, Blair." "Blair is gone, Blair is gone, no more Blair." Jack sat there thinking for a second, staring deep into my eyes, searching for answers to help them. "Luna Wicken, you are strong stronger than any other magical creature. The stroys tell the tale of how you are worshipped and feared by all. Make those stroys true and fight" he put his hand on my knee.

“Are you flirting with me?” “Nu-huh,” I take a deep breath, propping my hands up on my knees. “They…They are fucking huge.” “Who?” he asks, a little bit too bored, if you ask me. Skyrocketing back into a straight posture, I point to the woods out of the window. “There was a huge beast. And man. What are you eating over here?” “A huge beast?” he furrows his brows. “Was it a wolf?” “That wasn’t a wolf!” I shout, taking a step forward while throwing my hands up. “It was a mythological creature!”

"Why is it that you have the same aura as him?" "Who's Nigga?" Ace suddenly came out of nowhere and hit me on the head. "It's Nagga, you dimwit." "Ow! You don't have to hit me, bastard!" "Nagga was once the king of Gija's animal spirit." The queen said. "He was a golden brown wolf just like this one. Only bigger and powerful. A rightful partner for a king. His massive jaw can cut an enemy in half. It's speed matches a werewolf and a vampire. Some say Nagga is faster."

I walked in, my jaw-dropping, eyes wide as I looked around at the art before. Turning my head I came face to face with a huge poster of a giant beast. I winced, my heart almost jumping out if its cage in fright. "What the hell-" "It’s a Minotaur," Ally replied walking towards me, “A mythological creature that's most famous for its feature in most Greek maze mythology stories,” she informed straightening the poster with a satisfied sigh. I glanced at her calm face before turning around to inspect the other odd pictures, taped to her wall.

Drake says. “Does it say how you will change the world, bringing the broken factions together?” I ask. He frowns at me. “Did you read it?” “No, I didn’t have to. It’s what you’re doing.” After the first night, the tension goes away and over the next week, we meet GoldMoon, the Ceryneian Hind from Greek mythology, the techrechauns, the trolls, and finally, we got to meet Lucero, the unicorn.

he said, his voice low. I scanned the surrounding trees, but I couldn’t see anything beyond the endless green. Then it appeared. A creature the size of a small horse emerged from the underbrush, its body a strange mix of reptilian scales and fur. Its eyes glowed an iridescent green, and its long, forked tongue flicked in and out like a snake tasting the air. “What the hell is that?” I asked, stepping closer to Jake. “It’s harmless,” Jake said, his tone more amused than concerned. “Probably just curious.”

An adjudicator—the one who gave me a good beating before—unlocked the shackles and I stood up, fatigued. "There has been multiple sightings over the past month of these creatures but non as clear as your encounter Kaldar," She said at last. "So the legends—all of them," I said. "Indeed, we have to come to a conclusion that all the legends are in fact not myths. The tales of another alpha creature is real. The Lupine humans are as solid as we are, intelligent, sentient and powerful," She said the last word with force. "For now I advise that you lay low and keep this between us," The woman at the extreme right said. I had never heard her talk, I didn't think she could.

He sent Jackson Emery to handle the cleanup. Jackson Emery had been our high school pack’s elite champion fighter. The elders used to call him 'The Behemoth' because of his monstrous physical strength, his thick muscular frame, his midnight-black fur, and those piercing sky-blue eyes. During our third winter, the pack trainers were already grooming his beast for the elite league scouts, hoping Jack would secure a high-ranking position within a major western territory. But a brutal knee-shattering blow during his final warrior trials demolished his career, forcing Jack to abandon his dreams and crawl back to finish his education at the local community outpost.

He tried his best to conceal the panic in his heart. When Jack first arrived at the scene, he was immediately attracted to the stone chest, and at the same time, he saw the texts on it. Jack was once an elite of the Mouse Sect. He had seen many antiques, and he knew many archaic words. However, Jack knew that the person in front of him was a cruel man. He would lose his life the moment he told him the truth. "You don't know?" Donoghue frowned; he could see that Jack was flustered. 'Yeah, this kid must know those words.'

When she looks down, she saw a furry creature running towards the sleeping lady and about a handful of what looks like a squirrel gathers around her bed and staring intently at the visitor in the house. “Why are they looking at us like that?” Ariadne ask. “They protect her.” “How? They are squirrels. What can they do?” As if on cue, the so called squirrels hiss at them with their jaw spread open and sharp fangs lined up horrifyingly on their gums. They look like creatures form hell with the way their eyes glow. “They are not squirrels. They are Zlokha. Sacred creature raised by my kind to protect and became companion. Like dogs but they are more vicious.”