Mythological Griffin Novels & Stories

Baron whose back was facing me turned around, the sight of his glowing eyes came into my view than the Griffin that walked and stood beside him. The creature's body tail and back legs were of a lion; The head and wings were of an eagle and the eagle's talons as its front feet. It looked at me, more likely inspected for any upcoming danger but it found none I saw the blue glowing in its eyes fading. Unlike every other griffin Baron's griffin did reside in his body, it was born with him and that gave him superior control over the powers he had. He was born with the abilities that differed him from every other Griffin.

But, it is not like I can’t say that it is a natural way to survive in this kind of environment wherein our capabilities are constantly being tested and questioned. Maleficent sighed. She placed her familiar’s egg on a soft and cottony pillow before heading to the bed. Drawing the drapes, she climbed onto her bed with an occupied mind. She was thinking about the third Halfling, who got the Gryphon as a familiar, Sylvia the daughter of Satan the Angry. The creature called the Gryphon was a gigantic creature with a body of a lion and the face and wings of a hawk. Its offensive skills and flexible ability due to its wings were comparable to the Hydria and Basilisk. Unlike the Basilisk that was

The griffin, its golden feathers catching the shimmering light, strutted proudly beside them, a symbol of their arrival and perhaps, a bridge between their world and this one. As they walked, the figure explained the history of Aethel, a hidden haven for a race of beings known as the Luminians. Legends spoke of a portal that connected their world to another, a portal guarded by a loyal griffin. William's obsession, his desperate search, had finally borne fruit.

Instead of sticking to that dud, she’d rather receive knowledge. “No, they aren’t. There are many kinds of creatures here. There are harpies, ruled by the Harpy Queen, Orcs led by the Orc Lord, and even griffins protected by the Griffin King.” Delores answered smoothly, her expression unchanged as she spoke of the monarchs of the various races. Klie didn’t find her disinterest surprising given that she was someone that regarded dragons are mere lizards. How could such a person care about orcs and harpies. What Kylie did find interesting though were the griffins.

Theria made a clawing motion on the word bestial. “Yeah. It’s like we are becoming one.” “The anchor’s job is to help make the separation easier. Once the anchor is chosen, it is for life, because griffins mate for life. Do you understand? Archon may be a spirit, but when it chose the griffin form, it also took on all of the griffin's traits, and habits.” “So I am looking for the rest of my life?” Warren tried to wrap his mind around the concept. “Yes, I am afraid so.”

A shadow streaked across the sky, moving at blinding speed before swooping down toward him. The ghost-winged griffin, a martial nirvana-tier demonic monster, lunged with its fangs bared. It was aiming straight for Chase's throat! Chase raised his spear in defense. But the griffin's jaws clamped down, and his spear snapped in half instantly!

I stopped against the Alpha's body when a shrill roar echoed in the maze; the ground trembled as if something gigantic was coming our way. "Yali…" the Alpha said between his fangs. “Let's go this way!” He pushed us down another path in the labyrinth, and we ran following him until I noticed the walls closing in with shadowy arms trying to grab us. “CURSE!” roared King Lycan. “Alright, I'll distract the Yali; you guys keep following the blood trail.” “What is this creature?” I asked, confused. “It's a giant griffin; it usually tends to be protective... Everything indicates that our direction was correct and that it is guarding the place!” explained the young wolf.

she said to the griffin, placing her hand on his neck. Flying was not exactly my thing, but I would do whatever I needed to in order to get to Allissa. I swung my leg over the griffin’s broad back, gripping the saddle that was forged by enchantments. It swiftly ascended into the sky, the ground disappearing beneath the clouds. The griffin’s powerful wings cut through the sky, and the wind whipped past me.

Griffins. With wings of gold, blue and green, the rare creatures of lore swooped down upon the battlefield, swiping their claws, lashing their tails, and flapping their wings. Their roars alone caused many Elves to back away, but it was those who rode on the backs of the griffins that caused Elves to instantly run or lay down their arms. The priests of the temple of Emenasari held golden staffs with intricate designs and twisted shapes in their hands. They leaped from their griffins before the creatures even touched the ground, and swung the staffs with ease, using their other hand to control the environment around them. The priest, Kharis Traeliorn, jumped from his griffin near the Queen, a

Maybell Smith Mythicals- A rare bloodline that people inherit from God, Dalion, that he personally blessed with the ancient dragon spirit. It is given to those who have been close enough to touch the white veil. Although this information is well known, mythicals are still a mystery to the rest of civilization, if encountered, don’t stare into its gaze.