Snow Mythical Creatures Novelas e Histórias

"-okay, werewolves. Are these the only two kind of supernatural beings I need to know about?" "Yes." I studied him with narrowed eyes. "Okay, let me put it this way - how many different supernatural beings are there?" "There are the werewolves, the witches, the vampires, the faeries and the dragons." My eyebrows raised. "Okay," I nodded slowly. "Tell me a little bit about each of them."

They were on their knees, bowing and chanting. They were interesting looking creatures. Their hair truly looked like flames, floating off of their heads. They all had different colored hair. It was kind of intriguing. Their skin shone like diamonds and reflected the tinted blue light. Their clothes were simple and were definitely hand made. “So this is where everyone is.” I muttered. “What are they doing?” Posy asked. “I think it’s a ritual.” Oz answered. “Fiery Lynxes are incredibly spiritual creatures.” “I don’t care, I want my girl back.” I growled, pushing past everyone.

I almost fell down as I tried to keep with her. I swear I do not know which was about to give in. My ears or my foot as she kept on talking on and on about the forest and the spirits living here. “Manta is a snake spirit. He may look intimidating but he is really nice. He offers apple! Hailo is a Falcon, she’s very grumpy but you can trust her when you want to find something.” I almost tripped when she hopped over one huge log and ducked to avoid another. I looked back at the princes and saw that they were cautiously following us. Keeping a safe distance so that Serena would not bother them. Even my familiars are walking at the same pace as them.

I hate the way Sienna shrinks from me, the way Maya looks like she is about to cry, the way I’m suddenly the worst scum in the room. “You don’t,” I admit. “All I can do is tell you what I know.” I pause, remembering. “But this year—” They look at me expectantly. “—This year, it hasn’t been us. I’ve seen something else in the woods. Creatures with pale skin and sharp teeth. They have eyes that glow at night. They don’t hunt deer. They watch. I’ve felt them. My men have seen them, too. We avoid them, but…” I shrug helplessly. “Maybe your wolves are running into them.”

"I believe you've never really seen your legions of demons, majesty," Octavius said with a giggle." Witches exist in hell, as well as most of the creatures that humanity repudiates. Hyenna's aquatic creatures, for example, are monsters feared by humanity and exiled by nature itself. You must never have seen the giant and ancestral beast that watches over the waters of the territory of envy. There is much more about hell, besides the creatures you found wandering around your castle.

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.

The next moment, a dazzling amethyst-gold light streaked through the air like billions of shimmering stars, suffocating the surroundings with its overwhelming temperature and terrifying aura, sweeping across the heavens and earth. “It’s here,” Yukha sighed lightly. Frowning, James saw a massive amethyst-gold monster with the head of a bird and the body of a human from within the light. Its wingspan immediately engulfed the airspace, shrouding the vast surroundings in darkness, and making it impossible to see anything. Within the darkness, countless points of light dashed toward James and Yukha. “What are those?” James asked anxiously. “The spirit beasts,” Yukha replied. “They’re coming for y

I needed to be clear-minded right now more than ever. "You are not alone in the world, you only think you are. There exists more creatures than can be imagined, the gods are not as boring as you may think, they have proven to be very creative in their work. There are humans, werewolves and vampires and many many more, most of whom lurk in the shadows hiding away from your kind." She paused, pushed away the scarf I had wrapped around my neck and took a good look at the healing scar caused by Hoff's attack.

"We don't know. Our trackers can't follow its trail. Our warriors can't catch it. It's like fighting smoke." I studied the territory map she provided. The attacks formed a pattern—always near water sources, always on moonless nights. "Water spirit," Nyx said when I described it. "Rare. Dangerous. They hate werewolves specifically." "Can we kill it?" "If you can find it. They're incorporeal most of the time. Solid only when feeding." "Then we catch it while it's feeding." We set a trap. Used Soren as bait—which nearly gave me a heart attack, but he insisted.

"To make sure they remember what happens to those who steal from the goddess's chosen." As a silver light began to appear, like smoke, in the shape of a Cobra. “What actual fuck?” “Oh, I think that’s the land itself telling you and your friends to fuck off. NOW before it strikes.” I said with my hand holding my face in thought, “I’m not doing this.” The silver cobra made of smoke coiled higher, its ethereal form weaving through the air with hypnotic grace. The Northern Alliance wolves stumbled backward, their eyes wide with terror as they watched something beyond their understanding manifest before them.