White Red Legendary Creatures Novels & Stories

I ask, "What are the colors?" "Gold for Fae/Fairies. Brown for Lycan/Werewolf. Blue for Merpeople. Green for Witches and Warlocks. Red for Vampires. Purple for Dragons. Black for Zombies/ Ghouls/ Goblins/Demons. White for Angels. Yellow for Humans and Pink for Nephilims/Giants." Whoa, I've only read about things like this!

He hesitated before sitting down on the couch. "Centuries ago, a prophecy was made by one of the oldest seer in the underworld. He predicted the birth of three powerful creatures. The first one is the Silver beast which is made up of two people. The second one is the Chimaera which is very powerful and dangerous. Theo, here is the Chimaera. Even though he's a human now, it's been predicted that his powers would return to him soon. Then, there's the third creature. The Red Wolf. It's a very powerful creature too, a wolf with magical abilities that takes the form of a human. That's where you come in, Liam. You are the Red Wolf" Liam stared, eyes wide.When he still didn't move for two more minu

It was a massive cheat that only the Legendary Class possessed. However, Legendary Class Beasts were very rare. At least from what Mane had read, in the entire history of this world – although it was short – there had only been a single sighting of a Legendary Class Magical Beast. That beast was a Winged Serpent. Although the inhabitants of this world eventually managed to kill it, they paid a hefty price. The information on the Legendary Class was based on this one creature, so it wasn’t to be relied upon. After all, it was likely that the serpent was weaker or stronger than the normal Legendary Class. In other words, the information wasn’t enough to accurately judge the strength of a Legen

“Your wolf is nothing like the ones the rest of us carry. She is the legendary White Wolf—a creature as breathtakingly beautiful as she is rare. However, her nature is a complex one; she is deeply shy, a trait she has carried through the ages,” Valerius explained, his voice resonant with the weight of his experience.

Muhammad and Susan exchanged a nervous glance, then followed, hesitant steps down the confined passage. At the end of the corridor, a vast, doorless room loomed before them. A crimson glow, like boiling blood, pulsed outward, the air grew scorching, and sweat dripped freely from their foreheads. They stepped inside... the ceiling vanished, revealing the night sky screaming with stars. The polished black stone walls reflected the firelight like infernal mirrors. In the center of the room yawned a vast pit where the endless flames raged, producing thick smoke that clawed into their lungs. From within the pit rose a **legendary**—its height reaching the heavens, soaring over eleven feet. Its bo

“Lissa and her friends called me wildling in school, but I didn’t know they meant that.” I stroke her arm up and down as she dives back into her memories again. “Those packs are the smallest, but all seemed so happy and calm,” I explain, reassuring her that is not a bad thing. “Hmmm, that sounds weird. Did they have red eyes?” her brows furrow as she asks. That question is very specific. Is there a chance that she is from a wildling pack? “No. But not brown, either. Their eyes were burgundy and mahogany, somewhere between the shades of red and brown.” I reply, watching her reaction closely.

They gave birth to powerful witches who in turn created powerful covens. By the turn of the new millennium, other creatures had appeared. Created by other forces. Werewolves hunted alongside vampires in the night. The Fae, the most mysterious of all creatures resided in the dense forests within their fairy rings or in the still waters of the lakes and ponds in the forms of water nymphs. Gnomes and leprechauns set up home in the hills and wetlands. Other creatures which once roamed the world a plenty were becoming extinct. Creatures such as dragons and unicorns each were hunted to extinction for the magical healing qualities.

Dina's POV He repeated the question, but all I could do was gape at him. I tried to form some words, but my mouth just opened and closed, not making any words. I knew what he meant... Some werewolf legends told of wolves with unimaginable powers. White Wolves were immune to silver and even had the ability to heal others. Dire Wolves were huge beast-like wolves, that could snap a man in half with their strength. Lycans were werewolf legends, rumored to be the children of the Moon Goddess herself, and were the type of monsters that nightmares were made out of. Even Bloodlusted Wolves were more or less considered a novelty, although it wasn't something a wolf was born with. They said it was a d

"I had a dream soon after the death of the White Stranger." He sat in front of Anarungu."It was a dream about the Red Bird and the Blue Lynx. About their friendship. The Lynx and the Bird were the most respected creatures in the land. The Lynx roamed the forests. The Bird, with its sharp red beak and wings, ruled the skies, singing songs.

I contested, strongly. Such responsibility, the fate of two kinds in my hands... I didn’t know how to feel. Lazarus tilted his head, studying me. “You could be right but call it a feeling.” He jested. “Really?” I glowered; sarcasm laced on my tongue. “I’m supposed to trust your intuition on this.” He chuckled, amusement swirling within his orbs. “Ma Cherie, I’ve seen alot of wolves and Melody is unique. White wolves are a rarity; her fur reflects light blue under bright lighting.”