Snow Mythical Creatures Novels & Stories

Mane asked with his eyes bulged out. You see, the Supreme was seeing something he had never seen in his life before, nor had he seen in any text. For before him were three creatures that could not be described by word of mouth alone. A snake, a wolf, and a fire giant. Their figures towered above the clouds and brought a chill to his heart, even though this was nothing but a memory. The emotions he felt were the Cold Emperor’s. He was feeling what the old man had felt when he saw these beasts. And Mane perfectly understood why someone who had lived forever was in fearful awe of the beings he was facing. For the three beasts were the epitome of terror and destruction. Their mere presence cause

This bit of information just makes me dislike him more. “I don’t really think you would be human,” Alexander adds, “Humans don’t normally come into the Lunar woods, and certainly not as far as to fall into the Genecy river that much upriver.” “Do you think I’m a shifter too then?” I ask, hope ringing in my voice. Alexander shrugs, “Perhaps. Or you could be another type of supernatural. Perhaps a nymph.” “A Nymph?” “Yeah, they are river spirits who live high up in the mountains,” Alexander smiles, “You actually look like a nymph. You have moonlight in your eyes.”

The color was a deep, translucent sapphire, but beneath the surface, things were moving. I saw the silhouettes of massive creatures—leviathans and ancient sea-wolves—trapped within the ice like flies in amber. But they weren't dead. Their eyes, visible through the frozen depths, were glowing with that same sickly violet flame of the Coven. At the edge of the ice, where the tundra met the shore, stood a forest of "Whisper-Posts." They were thousands of wooden stakes driven into the permafrost, and on each stake was a skull.

It was a thrilling experience, immersing ourselves in the lives of these magnificent creatures. With our newfound abilities, we continued our journey, exploring deeper into the heart of the realm. We encountered mythical creatures like the wise and elusive phoenix, the mischievous and quick-witted kitsune, and the majestic and ethereal mermaids. Each encounter brought its own set of challenges and lessons, but we faced them with bravery and curiosity.

“His name is Auroras Borealis Medley. They call him Roe for short.” Seneca gasps and looks up at me with wide eyes, not sure if she should believe me or not. “The bright lights you see in the winter, they that’s him. When the gateway between realms is at its most vulnerable, the howl of the winter wind is his call, he stands before the bright sky, searching for others like him, his heart aching to find a mate and trying to find his way home to a place he's never seen.” Indeed, another mortal did exist. Not only in this realm but in another too. I had a feeling that one day Seneca would find them both and they would both be part of her future.

Creed explained what sprites are, which I found out the tiny little not-a-fairy-man was indeed a sprite and does not speak our words. It was a relief to tell Creed that story. He wasn’t much of a fan of those little creatures, anyway. We passed by several ponds, where I found water nymphs that tried to jump out of the water and play with my hair. One growl from Creed and they all jumped back in, screaming.

LYRA* I'm not sure how long I have been in this dream world of mine. I think I will stay here, though. Who wants to go back to a broken brain and a broken body. Not me, that is for sure. I am content right here in my mystical fairyland filled with creatures you only read about in books and watched in movies. The only time I was out of this dream was when Vega was here. Once she left, I went right back into my dream state, a place where unicorns, dragons, centaurs, fairies, mermaids, and even creatures like werewolves and other shifter beings resided.

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

The white light coursed through his veins there. "It's better than just our plan." Aiden said before he faced the Dark Witch and Godfried again, "Listen, old man." He noticed Godfried's ears twitch, "We don't need to do this. You don't need to do this." "It's already too late." A guttural voice came from Godfried as he let out a high-pitched howl. Out from the thick shadows of the trees behind them stepped forth the hideous creatures they knew. Most were quadrilateral beings, while only a few were on their hind legs. Grey skinned, hairless monsters with soulless eyes and ichor streaming down from their jaws. They screeched and snarled. They clawed at the snow with eager temptation. Aiden lis

Seconds later, the sound of large wings disturbing the air drew Nya’s eyes skyward. He appeared over the moon first, as he always seemed to do, pausing there, silhouetted by the silver light, his red and black scales glimmering. Looking up at him, it was hard to think of him as anything other than a magnificent winged creature, a legendary, mythological being of mass proportion. Nya’s mouth dropped open as she gazed up at him, her awe temporarily disturbing her mission.