Cryptids Stories

All Great Ones needs a child. It is a primal, inevitable truth that Ellen Nightwood, the newly ascended Great One, was starting to truely realize. She shouldn't be surprised, Flora, the Moon Presence and her now self proclamed new mother had warned her about. So, like all her bretheren before her, she move her gaze back towards the Waking World where she hope to find a suitable "partner" to create and birth her child. With a bit of luck, her offspring will grow strong enough to pave the way for her towards a new purpose. Something she lost when she ended the nightmare and the hunt. Ps : There is NO human form here ! I have read dozens of monster Izuku story and every single f***ing time he is mostly in a human form so what is the f***ing point ?!

Hi, this story is about a male skinwalker named Emerto, a male wendigo named Wenda, and a entity named Horns (You will learn more about them in the introduction) in this story you will discover the forests secrets and meet new characters. My only warning is that in the story there will be angst, violence, gore, and some swear words. Thank you, enjoy!!!!!!

Dear reader, I, by the virtue of fate, the divine deity, know all future paths scattered on all useless holy papers to crush down people with information that they can't defy, yet try. Truth obliterates us all, something we don't want to accept but are bound to see, that such truth has become our own tragedy of fate. Existence, written to only be flawed by puppeteering, yet I wrote characters hoping for them to rewrite endings that I already foretold and saw. Hoping that one day they will save or defeat my ending of truth, so that I no longer will need to walk through the ruins of places I once cherished deeply, knowing that I can't stop traveling down memory lane. These characters were my sense of pride and joy; now they've emerged into my literary world. Although they won't see it as a curse, I do. I don't think they'll fully understand my perspective; however, they are in the theatre of lies and truths scattered around. I'm not the eye of the beholder or beauty, but most definitely the cruelest of all. I'm a curse that knows all types of endings, has seen it all from different viewpoints, and still has a feeling I don't want to make it to the end. I really wonder if I'm truly in control of myself, or am I the puppet being decided for by someone else? I truly apologize for the fates I've read for a few people who met their end in slow wave tides of dread. Caring about how one should end up, but that's not my place, is it? I merely see past what others seem to miss. I can't control how one should live, but why does it feel like humans place their trust in me to actually do that? I'm not inside their perspective; I'm outside, living, trying to uphold my own emotional dam that's about to explode. My feelings aren't considered, nor my boundaries, though I'm still needed selfishly. I can't live, so I put fictional, layered prints of words that I wish to be my rebirth, my start to my own deity duties and life.

In Gotham, there was a rumor. A rumor, saying that the Bat was the coalescence of their sins, come to punish them (they said that, due to the Batman being formed of their sins, it could not kill them, lest it be weakened). The Bat was formed of the night, and the lines between it and the night blurred, to the point that it became all but invisible in the shadows, only able to be seen by the glow of its eyes, or a shadow blotting out the little light of the moon as it flew in the skies, surveying its territory. The Bat was eldritch, a myth, a tale told to children to frighten them into behaving. 'Be good, and the Batman won't snatch you away to join its brood'. By day, a ditzy socialite, CEO of Wayne Industries, by night, a vengeful shadow in the dark, punishing criminals and doling out justice, the Bat was real.

15 year old Cage's life was flipped upside down when he discovered that buried within his soul is Kisei Suru Takusan, an ancient, godlike entity whose power shook the world for thousands of years. When Cage begins awakening strange spiritual abilities, he's pulled into an unseen war fought by Practitioners and Cryptids alike. But neither side sees Cage as an ally. To them, he's a threat. Cage has to resist Takusan's pull as he grows stronger and comes to understand more of the violent world he's been forced into. Every battle brings him closer to mastering incredible power, but also a step closer to losing himself entirely. As unlikely allies, ruthless enemies, differing ideologies clash around him, Cage must decide what kind of person he'll become, and how he'll survive an ever-changing world that's at odds with him, just as much as he is with himself.

A cancer patient suddenly remembers childhood summers spent with a strange, non-human entity named Boris, and the price that the 'friendship' of Boris entailed. This story originally appeared in The Dimming Days, a short story collection that can be found on Amazon.

Dusty has inherited a crumbling house on a cliff top. She just wants to get her money and get out of there, but the house holds many secrets and dangers wait just off shore... Contains swearing Also to be published on Royal Road.

Alex just wants to live the dream: wearing loud Hawaiian shirts, journaling, and running the finest stationery shop in the Pinecrest Square Mall. Until a "mermaid" interrupts this quiet life of gel pens and washi tape.

Fictional Horror Story of Wendigo

CrepNaut tech agent 3rd degree Pythagorean Savant's report of the first encounter with the TF 808 and its eventual retrieval.

Atsumu seems to be a human in a world where music determines if you are human or not. everyone has an animal form; they transform into when they find the song that triggers it. seems easier than it actually is. doesn't it? and trust me is. everyone thinks it's so simple, but do you know how many songs are out there? and in how many different languages? it's near impossible to find the one song that triggers your form. people are just lucky little fuckers. 2/??? chapters

Skinwalker Story

"If I could be with you tonight I would sing you to sleep Never let them take the light behind your eyes" ▫️▫️▫️▫️▫️▫️ THIS IS A JOKE FANFICTION THAT ME AND MY FRIENDS WROTE PLZ DON'T TAKE THIS TOO SERIOUSLY AHSJAJAJAKA im so sorry

I....honestly don't know what this is. None of the pictures are mine, and the writing is...well not sure. But enjoy~ Not sure when more will be done, it's all a mystery

I used to write essays for fun, and this is one of them. It was an argumentative essay on the existence of cryptids or monsters like Bigfoot and Nessie. I'm not one of those nuts who believe this stuff, except for the Jersey Devil and The Lizard Man of Lee County. Also, is it weird that I like to write essays for fun? WARNING: This essay is NOT my best work

Hikers and campers are mysteriously disappearing along the Swamp Fox Trail in the National Park. Can Jase Young, with the help of a conservationist, reporter, and county sheriff find and stop the Horror of Hell Hole Swamp and recover a missing child?

A man settles down in Alaska and prepares for the longest polar night yet. The calm of the night is broken when a sharply dressed boy emerges from the forest being chased by an axe wielding psychopath. Can he defend his new home and the child?

Not all outside it safe. Sometimes something out there might be out to get you. Perhaps it may even be something sweet. Sometimes adults do know best...

A spine-tingling real-life encounter with a canine cryptid in Russell Springs, Kentucky.

"My brother and I hit a deer on our drive to The Cliff Lodge in Snowbird, Utah. The poor creature scampered back into the woods after the impact and my brother being the animal lover he is, went after it to put the creature out of its misery. It's been nearly an hour and he hasn't returned." _______________________________________ ☆☆This is a creative nonfiction short story I wrote that won me a spot as a finalist in my college's literary awards contest ☆☆