Mythical Jackalope Novels & Stories

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.

Patrick asked me confused. “Sort of. He´s the one who triggered my first transformation.” I step forward. “Who are you? Why are you here?” The grey wolf approaches us, slowly transforming into a human. We are all shocked to see who it is. “Jack?” Lucas gasps in shock. It is indeed Jack. The one who trained the Knoxes. The man they call Old Man Lobo. “What´s going on, Jack?” Liam asked him, still confused of what is going on.

Eva had accepted her mystical wolf body on New Year's Eve. But there were those who could not accept their new consciousness. In the waterfall cave, Kael's pack had awakened and seen the pool of blood in the Sacred Oasis. Looking around, they had realized that the Madman Jack's sarcophagus was empty.

“Not to mention the shaving nightmare right after.” She actually shuttered! As if she couldn't imagine anything more appalling...! “Werewolves---!” I growled, but at the last second managed to stop myself. The creature she was describing was a Lupin, more commonly known as a Chupacabra; not a werewolf! And while they were closely related to werewolves, we had very little in common. Just like she said, once every full moon, they had to shift and find a heart to eat, but it could be the heart of ANYTHING! They’d only been caught attacking a human once and somehow the human had managed to blame us.

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.”

It was the jackal—Tabaqui, the Dish-licker—and the wolves of India despise Tabaqui because he runs about making mischief, and telling tales, and eating rags and pieces of leather from the village rubbish-heaps. But they are afraid of him too, because Tabaqui, more than anyone else in the jungle, is apt to go mad, and then he forgets that he was ever afraid of anyone, and runs through the forest biting everything in his way. Even the tiger runs and hides when little Tabaqui goes mad, for madness is the most disgraceful thing that can overtake a wild creature. We call it hydrophobia, but they call it dewanee—the madness—and run.

Heavy thuds pounded the earth as the race continued but only for a short time as Gillow closed in on the escaping wolf and grabbed him by the tail, truncating his run. The wolf stumbled, and Gillow pounced on him. Gillow returned an angrier snarl as other wolves surrounded the accosted wolf who immediately let go of his wolf, transforming into a male human. Gillow turned, returning to his human self, which caused the others to do the same. “Who are you?” he bellowed. “Why were you following us?” “Please don’t kill me.” “Speak before I rip you apart.” Gillow threatened. “I am Jack, scout of the western pack.” He grudgingly revealed.