Snow Mythical Creatures Novels & Stories

It was the only thing in my life that belonged entirely to me. My mother owned my title, Varul owned my future, but the magic…the magic was all mine. And as my power grew, the quiet night dreams turned into vivid, waking hauntings. Almost every night, the moment my eyes closed, my mind was pulled into a frozen, stark landscape of towering pine trees and heavy snow. And there, beneath a glowing moon, I would see massive, ethereal wolf-like creatures with eyes that burned with a brilliant blue static. They would on the highest ridges, their heads tilted back, howling a song that vibrated directly in my marrow. A song that felt less like a threat, and more like a summons.

It was a revelation that left her spellbound. Astrid's journey through the pages began with the Werewolves, the very first Supernatural creatures, conceived by the Moon goddess Serene, whose celestial name is Luna. Over 200 million years of history unfurls before her eyes as she learned about the intricate hierarchy and the rich tapestry of their past.

“Maybe one day, with a good cup of wishes, we can talk about it.” She smiled boldly at the Succubus. “Better not...” I smiled back. “Let's go this way; we're close to the cabin.” We made our way, thinking about Nyxara's words. I had only discovered about creatures like werewolves, gods, Succubus, monsters, and shadows a few years ago. What else did I not know? How many more creatures exist in this vast world, as well as in other realms? We stopped abruptly when the roar of the beast erupted through the surroundings, sending shivers down our spines.

“That’s the Highcrest herd. Only found in this region. Legend says their eyes were blessed by a moon spirit—helps them see through blizzards.” Elora leaned toward the edge, shivering slightly. “They look like ghosts.” “They kind of are,” Marcus said, crouching to adjust his boot. “They move through storms like shadows. You almost never see them this clearly.” Daniella was only half-listening. Something in the trees beyond the clearing had caught her attention. It was like a whisper—not a sound exactly, but a feeling, a pull. A gentle, beckoning hum that threaded through her bones. “I’ll be right back,” she said suddenly, stepping away before anyone could question her.

The visions are so lifelike it’s incredible, almost as if I’m there with her, soaring through the sky, the earth a small spec miles below. “Do any other mythical creatures exist?” I ask, plopping my butt into the chair opposite from her. “Or did? I’m not really sure what the correct word is in this situation.” “At one time, mythical creatures ruled this realm.” Her answer is soothing and comforting, relief washing over me. “Fairies, nymphs, dwarves, centaurs, vampires, sirens, mermaids, sorcerers, and phoenix’s used to live peacefully alongside the humans.”

My vision blurred, and I could feel the pull of exhaustion dragging me down, but I was still alive. Still, even as I gasped for air, a quiet voice broke through the silence. One of the wolves, the last to wake, whispered something. I leaned closer, fighting to stay upright. “What did you see?” I asked. The wolf’s voice was barely a whisper. “I saw… Nyx. She stood in a place with three moons, a silver river flowing through the sky. Wolves without shadows surrounded her. It felt…” His breath faltered. “It felt like another world. Not here. Somewhere else.”

The big, tall, blue monster was seen fighting against four scorpion demons which were showing their true forms in four gigantic scorpions. “Isn’t that Hanny? Our Hanny Lin Rosenda?” Sumico was seen gasping for her breath. She pointed at the young lady still squatting on the floor. “Oh, for Venus’ sake… You’re damn right, Sumico…” Evania was also seen gasping for her breath. “The big, blue monster… Isn’t that a yaksha, Evania?” Sumico drew her conclusion looking at the big, blue monster standing in front of their best friend. “I think you’re right...” Evania agreed to her best friend’s conclusion.

Grant Gonas is the man the underworld fears and the business world admires. As the CEO of GONAS, a multibillion-dollar empire built over generations, he is known for his intelligence, discipline, and ruthless decisions. But beneath the image of a respected businessman lies a terrifying secret—Grant is the head of one of the most powerful mafia families in America. Feared as The Frozen Beast, he has no room for emotions, no patience for love, and no intention of letting anyone close enough to become his weakness. A high-stakes business meeting takes Grant from Los Angeles to San Diego, where he chooses to travel without the luxury and security that usually surround him. One rainy afternoon,

he jumps at her, restraining her to the ground stretching his neck slowly, bines crackling in it. “Dead?” he laughs, “We snakes have the ability to resurrect each other, thankful to our lord and master, The Nyami-Nyami, snake and river god!” he closes his eyes smelling the bloody atmosphere. Gwanhoya pushes all the darkness towards the dark clouds in the sky with all her might. With all that effort, her darkness just gets absorbed by the dark clouds. She is confused as to what is going on here, not even one of them displayed even half-way the power that she is feeling. She slowly vanishes reappearing floating in front of the rift. Genteel falls to the ground resting her nerves, exhaling soft

"Wow, i didn't know there were so many supernatural creatures" "There are more but i don't think they're all here". "Why are those places dark?", she asks. "Creatures that shouldn't be seen are there, especially those that kill with a glance". "Like the basilisk?". "Yes and also the gorgons, qalupalik, manticore, grootslang and so on". Someone walks up to the one of the judges and whispers something, then the judge walks up to the chairperson and whispers something in his ear.