Snow Mythical Creatures Novels & Stories

Argel asked back. “No, I don’t have such thoughts.” “Then what is it? As long as I have the power and ability I will grant it.” “It’s simple.” Soon they heard several howling in the wind, they all looked outside the wooden tunnel and looked up at the sky that was clearing as the sun lightened it up. There were so many dragons flying up in the sky, soon the bushes rustled and the werewolves and lycans. Many other mythical creatures also appeared and of course the forest spirits, the fairies danced around the Argel and Carell blessing them with the protection of the forest.

He appeared with a questioning glance, so I pointed towards the strange lights. "Fucking hell," he curses and disappears. I look over at Quinn and Layla has him in the water with her body wrapped around him protectively. I heard a strange high-pitched noise that hurt my head. I see two wolves in my yard, one is huge and black with bright blood red eyes, the other smaller and silver. Nyx reappears with Keran by his side. Keran's pissed, his eyes are glowing and his black hair is whipping around him. Adria appears a blinding white, her eyes glowing purple. "Go inside McKenna, NOW," Nyx yells at me as I see a giant multi-dimensional creature climbing over the hill. My mouth dropped and I hurrie

Erica nodded subconsciously because really they were doing the shittiest job of the century. Jade sighed and began, "Look, Erica. What they mean is that in this world, there are not only humans that exist, there are...what humans call 'mythical creatures' or 'supernatural beings' such as werewolves, vampires, witches, faes, mermaids which exist as well." Erica took in every single word with a blank expression on her face. The only thing that was going on in her head was, 'What is this nonsense?'

Her compassion and wisdom guided her pack through the most treacherous moments. She offered words of encouragement, reminding them of their shared purpose and the strength that lay within each of them. Together, they became an unstoppable force, fueled by their unity and unwavering trust. The land of Fire and Ice seemed to sense their unwavering determination and tested them further. As they ventured deeper, they encountered mythical creatures that guarded the ancient artifact they sought. Enormous fire-breathing dragons circled overhead, their majestic wings casting shadows on the icy landscape below. Snow wolves, with icy blue eyes, prowled through the frozen forests, ever watchful and rea

The aura I sense belongs to Nyaminyami, a serpentine creature who once saved me from the brink of death in the raging Savannah River. Once again, a heavy downpour descends upon the Royal Crescent Moon Pack, enveloping my people in a deep, tranquil slumber. I know so because I cannot seem to mindlink the pack. Yet, I am the only one who remains awake, a solitary figure amidst the sleeping pack. In the midst of the storm, Nyaminyami, the serpentine being from what I considered a hallucination of my past, materializes before me, his presence shimmering with ethereal energy. His human head and hands are a striking contrast to his serpentine body, covered in shimmering fish-like scales. Despite t

This time around, a girl raised up her hand. "Yes Joanna?" "We have the Rakshasa." "And what are they?" "Rakshasa are creatures that eat the flesh, they sleep on a bed of dead insects and are great at shapeshifting." Joanna said. "Correct, we all have different types of Supernatural that King Roen rules, we have, Fairies, Hellhounds, Witches, Centaur, Leviathans, Wolves, Vampires and a lot more." Rae suddenly raised up her hand.

The not-an-ordinary-wolf part, I believed, but saying she wasn't like us, was wrong. The Shaman claimed she was closer to the goddess, but we knew that only Spirit Wolves were that way, and Sam did not have metallic coloured fur to classify her as a Spirit Wolf. Was she a crossbreed? The shaman said spirit wolves don't crossbreed, so it left us with a huge dilemma.

I will send my underlings as backup! As soon as Albus answered Edmund's request, snowflakes fell from the sky. The snowflakes have a healing effect on Dragons, Elves, Dwarves, Humans, Human Beasts and all Magica’s race. However, the same snowflakes weaken the power of black magic and have a toxic effect on demons. Edmund knelt, tilted his head up to the sky, and opened his mouth wide, letting the snowflakes fall into his mouth. He spread his arms happily.

Lowena walked back with Caspian, the rain easing til the sun came out to play. "It's amazing how you can do that," she admired. "It is mother nature; us fairies are bound to her in one way or another. Many are known to you as mythical creatures, such as the phoenix, griffins, and sirens. You may have seen them at the celebration last night," he explained. Lowena's cheeks blushed, and she confirmed, "There were these two women I first met; they looked almost like bats."

His mask gleamed with frost, his breath slow, ragged, waiting. “I’m not ready,” Fenric said. “No one ever was,” Syra answered. “That’s why they made myths instead of truth.” She touched the water. It did not ripple. It opened. Light poured upward, not bright, but heavy. It fell in silence around them, weaving through the air like strands of smoke and silver thread. Images began to form—not memories, not visions, but echoes. Wolves without names, running from flames. Packs turning on each other. A child standing in a burning grove, arms outstretched, screaming as her Shift refused to come.