Picture Of The Abominable Snowman นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I looked up to find the two of them looking at me. "You knew me. We knew each other." I called out and stared down at the photo, then flipped to reveal yet another one. Here, it was winter, and we were posing beside a huge snowman with a big tall man behind us. The man was a spitting image of me and the sight of him opened a flood gate to so many emotions.

“What is it ?” “He has sent me this picture of a bronze plate from Sweden, it is over a thousand years old”. He puts his tablet in front of dad. “Look, it’s a werewolf. It looks exactly like Luca”. Almost like we move as one, everyone leans over the table to look at the screen. The picture is showing a man with some kind of hat on his head and a spear in each hand. It looks like he is running with or dancing with.. a wolf. On two legs. He is right that it kind of looks like us.

Evan shook his head. I knew she wasn't asking me so I didn't bother to answer. I could feel her glaring at me but instead of exchanging glares, I looked at the room. It was simple and elegant. There was a vase sitting at the side of the room, filled with colourful plastic flowers that were in contrast to the white wall adding to the beauty of the room. There was a beautiful painting on the wall, near the bed. It was a painting of a beautiful woman holding a demon baby in her hands. The baby had furs sprouting out of the skin on his chest hands and face, and its eyes were red and a dark vein lined his clear skin. It was so scary and ugly but the way she looked at it made me see the cuteness i

Next, a white silhouette leaped into the carriage along with the snowstorm, shaking the entire carriage. At that time, Caspian finally saw the strange being's actual appearance. It appeared like a white gorilla, and it was a head taller than an adult man. Moreover, its bulging muscles were filled with energy, and it had hideous features. As it showed its upturned fangs, the strange creature was full of a terrifying aura. It was a monster! From the corner of his eye, Caspian noticed several shadows flashed outside the carriage. Other monsters attacked the vehicle!

And on the fluffy snow, it was a little odd unless it was something too heavy to break a fallen branch that couldn't be seen under the white carpet. My ears pricked up and I looked in the direction of the noise. It was what I expected to see. First Abell. In the form of your gray wolf. And right behind him, Bruce in the form of a man, who appeared from behind the trees along with dozens of wolves in pursuit of him.

Eventually, the electricity stopped, and the pictures began flickering again. I breathed heavily through the pain, forcing the tears to keep away. Just as I was able to catch my breath, the pictures stopped again on another grotesque image of a dead wolf. Only this time, the wolf was hanging upside down from a pole. Its bottom half was that of a wolf, but the top half, the arms and chest, was human. The human head sat on a spike next to the body, only it had large fangs poking out of its open mouth. It was gross, sad, and scary. It made me want to cry again. I closed my eyes tight and tried to shake my head.

I asked. The old woman laughed with the rest, while the young man took a phone out of his pocket and after a few seconds showed me a picture. “You might be scared, but that's how we are,” he said. As soon as I saw the image, I was completely stunned. Damn! That beast was huge compared to the trees behind it. It had gray eyes and white fur, and you could clearly see its huge canines, while its body seemed to have shiny veins that blended in with its fur.

Sarah said triumphantly, practically bouncing with excitement. I approached it slowly, feeling as though I'd stepped into some bizarre dream. The snowman had the classic coal buttons down its front, stick arms extending outward in a welcoming gesture, and a carrot nose. But the eyes—I leaned closer—the eyes were made of dark moon berries, not the traditional coal. "But where did the snow come from?" I murmured, reaching out to touch it. It was cold and wet, already beginning to melt in the spring warmth. "Someone must have brought it down from the Northern mountains," Emma suggested, circling the snowman with a critical eye.

It snowed all the time there, and the steep mountains on either side made it easy for heavy avalanches to bury someone. Even worse, you could only see half a meter, and it was stormy all the time. Not only that, but the place was said to be full of snow demons that could easily grab you from behind and drag you into a very deep burrow from which you'd probably never find your way out. They would then put their legs in your skin and eat your flesh while you were still alive. You know, it's a very, very good situation.

I was busy spoiling my eyes with the natural beauty of the forest when I noticed something… a figure. It’s standing in the center of the forest and bathing under the moonlight like it was absorbing all the energy from above. I stepped closer to get a better view of the weird figure. That's when I realized that the figure I was seeing was a wolf. Not just any wolf, but a creature of pure, ethereal beauty. It’s snow-white fur resembling the purity of the moon, shimmering with otherworldly glitters. Its eyes, deep blue color, seemed to hold the depth of the universe.