Abominable Figure Novels & Stories

I could hear my nephews crying and I couldn’t get past where I was before this creature took hold of my three nephews and launched at Elsa thereby taking out her intestines and eating them all at once. “What the fuck was that?!” I whispered gently covering my mouth. I was so scared, knowing fully well that I could not take the creature alone, I hid behind some of the trees and watched him take up my nephews and hand them over to someone who also looked like it. Suddenly a light that took the shape of a bulb shone brighter on my nephew and they became untouchable, their light almost blinding the abominable creatures. “What is this?” The creature asked surveying the whole place.

The figure answered, who appeared like Anita's mother, but she was somehow different to Anita. It seemed like half of the figure's face had melted, giving space to only one eye and a half lip, including a half burnt arm, with a battered leg. One side of her was rotten, unpleasant, disfigured, and disgusting, but not to Anita, who was earnestly staring at her. " I have been waiting for you." The figure laughed in a demonic tone and gestured for Anita to come close .. " Come my child, join me in this abyss, or don't you want to join Mama? I miss you, you know. Days here have been sweet and hellish!"

He shuddered with excitement and anger. Andras lazily threw over his back: - Abomination, how long have I been with you? - and added a step, not waiting for an answer. — How should I know? the freak snorted. - It's neither day nor night. Only people. Only food. Squishing sounds and a heart-rending scream forced the demon to turn around, grimacing. Swollen to the size of a cow, the Abomination dug its thin, curved teeth into a human chest. Who lies on the ground, a man or a woman, can no longer be made out - a skeleton covered with leather. He threw up his arms, jerked his legs, tossed his head from side to side, and flapped his sunken, toothless mouth, loosely sewn up with thick threads.

The Figure asked when The Image stopped. Silence. “Who are you?” The Figure’s skin was moist. “I am your god.” It said. The Figure’s face wore confusion. The only illumination in the empty space; the bulb, went dead. The whole room was swallowed by darkness “Confess me as your Lord and Savior.” “NEVER!” A sudden chill filled the air. “Pity.” There was a thud. The Image screamed. “Stop it! Why are you tormenting me?” “If only you had agreed from the beginning, you would’ve still been whole. But now, you are… below human. Why do you prove to be stubborn?”

was a mass of writhing snakes. Her skin was a stony, greyish-white, covered in fine cracks, as if it might crumble at any moment. The second figure was even more terrifying. It was a knight, stitched together from the parts of different people. Rusted armor barely covered the seams, and heavy chains hung from his body, clanking horribly with every step. The live comments, which had gone quiet over my relationship with Damien, lit up again. [HOLY CRAP! It's Medusa and a Stitched Abomination!]

I frowned in confusion but did what En just said. My eyes went wide as I saw a somewhat humanoid figure. It was massive and taller than any mountains I have seen. Its body was rotting and some of its flesh had fallen off. Its head was like a tree but withered and black goo was seeping out like sap from a tree. A large mouth was located near its abdomen, it whispered and howled incoherently, eyes dotted all over its body, some had rotted off while others were crying the same black goo that was seeping out of its head. The black goo pooled near its feet as it slowly turned into the miasma.

I was expecting a tall demon Armageddon style but a humanoid figure stepped into the house. I shuddered, not from the cold but at the sight of the most disgusting thing I have ever seen – it looked like an unfinished man, missing mouth and nose, and having its skeletal bones for body while its flesh were its insides. Yet enough without a mouth, it managed to roar out my name. “Phoebe Woods.”

Yet, they aroused a feeling of a dark, untenable evil, death, and an infinitely boundless abyss of savagery. Once he was out of the pool of blood, the Bloody Red Humanoid Figure levorotated it's neck twice, before it spoke, "I've been in this hell of a place for so long, thanks to this blood offering I'm finally revived. Hump! you Lords Of The Skies, just you wait for me. I'm going to be the end of your race and the doom of your descendants." From the way it spoke and the emotion reflected in his voice and face, it was clear he had an intense hatred for the one's it called 'Lords of The sky'.

After all, other than the Lich that was known as the Emperor of the Abyss of the Sacred Demon, who else had the strength to destroy the world? At the same time, a figure slowly appeared near the bronze tower. The figure was not tall, but it was as tall as an ordinary person. However, even the space could not bear the horrible aura that seeped out. It kept shaking and trembling. As long as it was near the figure, the universe and the five elements were all swept away... The figure was the only one in the world! However, if one took a closer look, one would discover that the appearance of this figure was not shockingly frightening. Instead, it gave off a gentle and elegant feeling.

“Abominable witchcraft?” She stopped. “Abominable?” she grinned. “The abomination happened a long time ago. I was a victim of it. The Goddess didn't save me. I had to seek power from the dark one,” she points a finger at me. “You, wolves are the abominations.” “Well, you can try to use me. It wouldn't work.” A sadistic grin took over her face. “Oh poor child,” she tutted, running her nails over my face. “This is just the start.”