The Book Of Mythical Beasts And Magical Creatures Novels & Stories

She came running into the kitchen with a big book and slammed it down open, making both Jensen and I jump with a grin on her face. “So,” she said excitedly, “The world is littered with all kinds of curses, and spells and prophecies. Some are so old that they could have been written by the original Alchemists themselves. There is one though that is so old it’s almost forgotten. It’s about the creation of a new supernatural species.” She turned the book and showed me the page that she was looking at. There was a crude drawing of a dog-like man, like how werewolves are shown in some of the TV Shows and movies out there.

“It shows us evil creatures beyond the wolves ' understanding. Beings that skittered through the soil when power is being altered.” I frowned, trying to find a reason for calling the book absurd as Briony sprawled each page open. “And you think….this is what's happening?” Briony bit her lip before pressing into a thin certain page of the book as though she was more visual than us. “The great beast is missing.” She exclaimed, her statement making me more confused. “What is that?” I asked, my tone already trembling. “The beast found in page 119 of this book had only once escaped this book, which led to the ruining of an entire clan seven hundred years ago.” Briony's words stinging fear into my

Although this information is well known, mythicals are still a mystery to the rest of civilization, if encountered, don’t stare into its gaze. HM, what bullshit. Slamming the book, I huff before pushing it away from me and stare at it while it joins the other books on the floor. I stand and stretch my legs that have been sitting under me for the past 2 hours. This library might be helpful at times, but comfort is definitely not one of its strong suites.

she asked, her voice barely audible above the thrum of anticipation that swirled within her. "Here," Cassandra said, running her fingers along a row of books before selecting a particularly worn volume. She placed it gently in Lyra's hands, its pages crackling with an energy that seemed to hum in tune with her own heartbeat. "This tome will introduce you to the various beings that share our world, both seen and unseen." As Lyra opened the book, she was met with intricate illustrations of creatures she had only ever glimpsed in her wildest dreams: winged serpents that coiled around celestial bodies, ethereal spirits cloaked in veils of shimmering starlight, and many more beyond her imaginatio

Asena mused, clearly amused by Adira's display of magic. "And scary," I replied; her magic felt more powerful than anything I had ever experienced. Or was it? "Perhaps it's time to reconsider what we thought we knew," Adira suggested, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and excitement. A strange sensation began to build in my shoulders, only to suddenly race down my spine like a shiver. I had seen stronger magic before, very different from what I was witnessing now. "This volume contains a record of all creatures created by the moon goddess," Adira said, capturing my attention. She slowly waved her hand over the book, and it opened. "Those that still walk the earth, and those that do not..."

Every story has a beginning, some good, some bad, mine has never been a happy one, no matter who, or how I tell it, nobody will believe me. I can't rely on the people in my life, My parents ignore me, or are cruel to me, my friends are unreliable, and aren't trustworthy either. So what happens when I turn 16 years old, and run away from my problems to another world, only to find myself in the same magical world I played make belief in as a kid? With heartbreak at every turn, and a possible new relationship on the horizon, what could possibly go wrong in this world that hasn't happened to me on Earth?!

They didn’t sound spoken, they felt remembered. “Aetherborn was the world of all magical creatures, the way Earth belongs to mankind. Its lands thrummed with living energy, its oceans glittered with molten light. The skies were home to dragons, and the seas whispered with spirits older than the moon. Here, every being, witch, fae, vampire, dragon, beast, or djinn was born of the same essence: Aether.” The scenery bloomed around her as the voice spoke.

Refusing to be broken, Brook snarled, "The Bayzee leader uses cloaking magic. I will hunt him down myself to balance the ledger." Debora’s smile went completely cold. "Make sure you don't become the prey." She turned her attention to Lucien, her eyes dropping to his heavily scarred thighs. "I consulted the flesh-weavers in the old country, Lucien. They believe a blood-transfusion from a purebred captive might restore your full Lycan speed." Lucien tapped his knee, his voice dropping an octave. "I have broken enough weavers to know their promises are hollow. My seat remains steady."

Yesran walked along the shelves with wide eyes, her steps were slow, and then, not wanting to waste time, Yesran began to browse the books on the mythological shelf. Vampire. Nymph. Elves. Siren. And many more non-fiction books that tell the origin of mythological creatures from various continents. As many people know, vampires are blood-sucking predators, Elves are fairies who have extraordinary powers, and sirens are mythological creatures who guard the sea. Yesran put the book about Siren back on the shelf, then her fingers moved to the next books. Yesran's fingers stopped moving. Yesran's eyes narrowed when she saw the writing on the dark blue cover book.

Debby soothed her and Lilly was very grateful for her best friend's caring attitude. "This may the book you are looking for, kitten..." Finn gave her an old book and she read the title on its brown cover. “Dryads, The Heart of The Forest…” She read slowly. “Dryads… You mentioned it once to me.” Lilly looked at the three of them and they nodded their heads. “Hm. What you are looking for may not be all there. If you want to ask something. We are here…” Luca stroked her head. She smiled, saying thank you. She took the book and Declan put two more books that he brought, on the table. The books looked thicker than the one Lilly was holding. She read one of them and it was a book about mystical cr