Crawler Demon Novels & Stories

These things feed on power and fear, the power that draws them to the strongest here, and negative emotions that are plentiful from the warriors who fear the beasts from the other world. “I’ll be fine,” I say, “I’ll take it-” A surge of sickening pungent darkness pollutes the air, and I jump back as another fissure opens in the ground and I see four crawlers that look similar to Azarakh rush forward. They are bigger than the others and look far more intelligent. They don’t care about power or attacking to kill all like the other crawlers. These have their dark, evil eyes fixed on me. “Hecate’s spawn…” one of them hisses before all four are in front of me, raising their knife-like claws.

Judging from the carcasses, and dried blood platters, this where mother hid her research specimens, and successful chimeras. The place was silent, but for sure I could feel killing intent in all directions. In a sense, these were all my indirect siblings… nevertheless we were made directly through mother's own flesh and blood, furthermore, our race was made with the best materials, two of which is the reason why I'm here. I walked slowly and saw a Dracaena Ghoul, a carnivorous monster that sneakily attacked me from behind. I deflect it's metallic tentacles with my sword and dash across it, skill was activated.

"There were so many bugs, what if one of them got Bettany?" "Mango wanted to go over to take a look, but Tristan held onto her tightly." "You must believe in Bettany. If Bettany can't handle it, everyone here may die." Tristan was definitely not exaggerating. Mango's face suddenly turned pale. What on earth are those? Why are they that terrifying? "Mango had rarely seen such a scene, so her legs couldn't help but go weak." "Tristan whispered, ""Tomb Crawlers.""" What? Those worms are called Tomb Crawlers. I read about them in the Hikasa Manual before. They were used to protect bodies and coffins from tomb thieves. I didn't expect them to be here.

The Devourer rose from the cracked earth like something born from nightmares. Its body was long and sinuous, covered in dark scales with pulsing purple veins that glowed brightly in the night. Its eyes fixed on my belly with pure hunger. The pull started immediately, a strong invisible force tugging at the pup inside me. I cried out in pain and fell to my knees. It felt like something was trying to rip the baby out of me. Damien roared and threw himself between us. “Get away from her!” he snarled, even though he could barely stand. Blood still poured from his wounds, but he refused to back down.

From the depths of the portal, nightmarish creatures began to emerge—twisted forms of beasts that seemed to be born from the darkest nightmares. “Behold!” Drax’s voice boomed, resonating with a sinister glee. “You think you can stand against me? I will unleash a horde that will drown you in despair!” Xienma’s heart sank as she took in the grotesque figures that crawled forth—monsters with jagged teeth, eyes that glimmered like shards of broken glass, and bodies that seemed to distort and shift. The very essence of fear radiated from them, and she felt the weight of dread settle over her like a heavy cloak.

Lyle put an arm around her to steady her, but I noticed his eyes came flickering back to me. A drow is a type of dark elf that are known for their otherworldly abilities. They are said to have a connection with the underworld. A regular elf connects with life and mother nature, while a drow connects with death and darkness. Two different sides of the spectrum.However, a drangel is something even more rare. They are winged elves that were greatly reduced in number due to conflicts with the dragons years ago. They are serious-minded and considered ruthless. I remember when I was reading a book, I confused them with fairies, but my mother told me they were nothing like fairies.

Edzar's father. Ariesta Collison is a beautiful princess with a unique face. It stands at 170cm, the figure most women dream of, weighing just 48kg this month due to post-traumatic stress. Her exotic yellow skin has become even more pale since he's been living like a vampire for months. Sunscreen. It still hums from its thick lips.

he said as he stroked his younger brother's head and stared at his face. "And during those times, Darenn's mother arrived; aunt Rose was already pregnant when she showed up. She didn't want to remain here and disliked my father. She's the first mortal brought here by our father," he said, and I looked at sir Darenn. Does that mean sir Darenn is half-human and half-vampire? "And we only spent three months with her, but within those three months, we felt the love of a mother from her; it was only a short time, but we were so happy during those days," he said, creasing my brow.

“What kind of creatures?” Dorian replied, his eyes narrowing as he recalled the reports. “Murkbeasts, primarily. They thrive in the dark and often hunt in packs. When fueled by resentment or fear, they become more aggressive. They’re drawn to individuals like you, Eliza, those who possess latent power. They’ll see you as both a target and a prize.” The uncertainty wrapped around my heart like a vice. “Latent power? I’ve only just begun to touch the surface of my abilities.”

“Dm!” Windy felt scared when he had to hunt with Ezra; he involuntarily cursed. Since hunting with Ezra was very risky and laborious, it was not according to standard rules but special training. The prey they caught must not die; it must be alive. The prey they just caught will not be kept but must be released, and they have to track down the prey they have just seen. And that will repeat many times until Ezra stops.