All Scp Creatures Novels & Stories

"Shit! We're not getting out of here!" Scoop looked pale. Abel felt despair. These creatures were so durable and nigh-unkillable that they would have become the apex in a world where Sublime Bodies didn't exist. 137 of such creatures altogether was as much the sign of death as any. The monsters had gotten close enough that the crowd could now see them better. They spotted a large wolf head, yet they were bipedal. They had human feet and wolf claws as hands. "L-Lycans!" "Impossible!" Jester retorted, shaking his head. "It can't be!"

Vampires, mermaids, aliens… and werewolves. In the file written in detail what they have done with the discovery. They captured the creatures and conducted a series of trials on them. The more Scott read, the sicker he felt. So far, humans have always considered mythical creatures like Scott to be cruel creatures. Which cannot coexist with them and will only bring chaos. But reality says otherwise. The humans in the Blood Dawn organization seem to have an obsession with possessing the same abilities as other creatures. They want to have sharp fangs, only need to drink blood, be strong, and don’t need oxygen like vampires.

The crabs finally realized that something was amiss after sustaining heavy casualties. Soon, their anger faded, replaced by fear. All living creatures feel fear, including Victor. If Victor were to encounter something with a combat power of over 10,000, he would be scared, too. After one of the crabs let out a screech, the horde began to scatter. Having only killed less than 2,000 crabs, Victor wouldn't let them get away that easily, but after chasing them for a while, he stopped. "I'll collect the Source Crystals first."

The insects had stopped their chirping, and the wind had died down to a stagnant breath. From the darkness of a hollowed-out oak, two glowing, amber eyes ignited. It wasn't a wolf. It was a Scourge-Bear—a creature corrupted by the dark magic that bled from the Shadow Packs to the north. It stood eight feet tall, its fur matted with a black, oily substance that smelled of rot.

He stands as the solitary living werecat, holding the potential to safeguard their ancestral bloodline. This subculture of Supernaturals was as diverse as it was majestic, boasting a lineage that included weretigers, werelions, wereleopards, werecheetahs, and even some domesticated cats. Astrid marvels at the intricate web of their creation, attributed to the Sun god Helios.

Something about them looked off. "Sharra will see you now," Scotch said. His voice was entirely void of character and his brilliant orange wings had faded to dull umber. Worse, he mentioned Sharra. Rave and Scotch had become Akuma, soulless demon creatures. Rave took hold of Jesse, but Jesse forced himself from the gargoyle's grasp. "Let me go." Scotch tried to grab me, but I scooted out of the way as Troy half shifted and ripped off the gargoyle's arm. He didn't even flinch.

I'd taken a step charged with energy, using it as a momentum for charging through the air, right after I sent a few telepathic words to the Scorpion Tail Chameleon which caused its eyes to glow in anticipation. * * * The Scarlet Ape was a savage beast known for its dominative power in extremely rural places. In the early days, people had identified this beast to be both an assault and agility-type savage beast. It had a high offensive and defensive power, such that left other animals avoiding its territory as much as they could. However, one thing that was more significant about it was that, it was an all rage no brains! It struck according to instincts, never taking the time to evaluate a b

In her smiling, educational way, she gave a succinct description of what scavengers are, and explained that Brandon’s invitation for entities to use his energy had compelled one to attach itself to him. “What happens then?” asked Brandon, sitting in front of her while Trisha and I were still by the Quabbin. She talked about the node in the back of our neck, how feeding on living energy transformed scavengers into parasitic demons, and the intelligence and skills they developed as they kept feeding on living humans. “And what are the consequences for the host?” “Health problems, that get worse over time, which can include also mental health issues. Sudden mood swings are indicators of their i

Being unable to stand beside Brock in battle because of my pregnancy felt like a cage. "Brock and the other Alphas were ambushed at an undisclosed location, the King of Wolves among them. Serena has already rushed to their aid, and I'm sure Sapphire could pinpoint their whereabouts if needed. You should be warned, though—there are creatures there of terrifying size, resembling giants. They bear the stench and appearance of death itself and are frighteningly strong; even when slain, they resurrect mere minutes later." I reached out through a mind-link to Sapphire, the pack witch, and a valued member. Despite her not being a wolf, our mind-link connection was just as strong.

It looked around snarling and snapping it’s teeth as it does, many creepers came from each of the three portals giving off foul smell altogether. One portal later appeared behind where Frankenstein and his underlings were. “--Creepers?!” “What are they doing here?” Many among the tribe’s guards who recognized them uttered. Sniffia with Peirce stealthily retreated back while Lazarus moved forward as his wrist reapers glowingly forged. Jamal looked at the pink lake from afar. We were always safe from them because they never had the ability to swim... I see, these wild creatures were created by this being! He’s dangerous...