Creature Books Novels & Stories

"Chesca's great-great-grandparents, the founding Alphas of Steelheart pack, had them brought over the sea from the temples before they were destroyed. No one has read them for centuries, but I'm sure they say something about what you're dreaming of. Even if you don't find out anything for certain, it might be helpful to know that others have experienced similar things." "Thanks," Ariella murmured and began lifting a small book from the shelf nearest her eye level. The scrollwork on the worn leather was intricate and intriguing. Otherworldly. For the next half hour, she paged through drawings of different creatures, ancient wolf portraits and sketches of extinct animals. Some were obviously e

She motioned to the lifeless body of the creature. Staring at it something popped into my mind. "Oh, My Goodness!" I got up wiping my tears away. "What?" She chuckled. "Lexi, that's not what we think it is." I told her. That explained everything, why the antidote wasn't working and why its heart was so small. "What could this be." I got another book that contained different creatures and their names. Turning the creature that was lying face first, I studied it and looked for what it was but to my dismay, it wasn't in the book, only had similar features with a witch and vampire.

“Now you’re almost grown, and almost grown means curious, which means dangerous.” I cross my arms. “I am grown!” I shout. She doesn’t hesitate. “There are bonehounds. Starving, half-dead things with skin stretched tight over broken skeletons. They smell blood and chase it for miles. There are whisperers, creatures that climb inside your head and convince you to walk off cliffs or drink poison. There’s a woman made of smoke who turns into a bird and pecks out eyes with her beak. A man with bark for skin who collects girls and grows them into his tree.”

I vowed to do everything I could to protect Alex. Eric had forbidden me from leaving Dixonville till morning. So, I went to my room and took out an ancient book from the shelf and settled at my study table. It was titled ‘ How To Protect Yourself from Creatures of Hell’. It contained rituals, spells, and objects that could keep various creatures like vampires, werewolves, energy shifters, etc.

“The World of the Unknown. A book to die for.” My mother used to tell me stories of Vampires, Werewolves, Demons, the Orramoths, and the worst of them all, the Darklings. Most of the creatures she told me they blew out of proportion. She said writers did this to make a dollar or two, and some did it to scare the shit out of their kids and make them listen. My aunt would laugh because she said that I was a different breed than most. The minute I heard about them, I buried my head deeper into books with excitement. Little did she know I also discovered Daddy’s old box in the attic, and ‘The World of the Unknown’ was in it.

I got my notebook, to write down the information I found on the page. —Thursday, 7th Possible creatures the thing that bit me could be. The Wendigo, a Native American myth. These monsters were supposed to be something like evil spirits. They are said to be half-beasts that could look humanistic or more monstrously. These creatures were believed to have been born from those who’d practiced cannibalism. It’s also said that these creatures crave for human flesh. It’s said to be tall, thin, and sunken in eyes.

"A purple-Mantis, purple-Horn beetle, purple-Steel bug, and a purple-Slime" Creed kept on murmuring multiple theories in his head. "If these four beasts are born from the eggs, it will prove that the soul crystals somehow retain the DNA of the beasts I hunted yesterday." "That means these eggs are technically the children of the beasts I hunted yesterday," Creed came up with a concrete evaluation. "But I also have to check if I can recreate this process. " Abruptly a creepy grin appeared on his face. "This ring has so many mysteries behind it. With this ring, I suppose I just might... have a chance!!"

running my hands through my hair I sighed, “What if all we know about the creations has somehow been obscured by the truth, I mean- all of our research aims at the creations being a cruel and barbaric kind of species, and yes I won’t lie that’s exactly what I assumed when they attacked me in my apartment. But the second time I saw Rafe, something weird happened. His black voids turned into blue orbs, his whole demeanor changed and shifted from this hard and cold thing to someone who didn’t possess those traits at all. Don’t you want to know why that is?” “No Mel, I don’t want to know why these fucking things have a soft and squishy side, nor should you. They have been invading earth for cent

The harsh bite of the uncompromising words of Elphame cut the pirate queen to the quick. The slide changed and a hideous fleshy creature appeared. It was like a mythical creature mixed but rotted and wrong, “I don't what you call this, but we know them as Flesh golems. I suspect they are much more complicated than that. Each one is constructed out of animal parts, and listen to one master.” The slide changed to large bear wolf hybrids walking on all fours. Most of them looked unhappy to be in the presence of the dog people, “They have mounted division, again I don't know what these are, but they look strong.”

She was neither gentle nor nurturing. She slammed her hand on the table. "Enough! You will listen to me. Whether you choose to believe it or not, there are creatures similar to us that still kill for sustenance and sport. They revel in becoming the very monsters that haunt human nightmares, using their grotesque and often misshapen forms to amplify the terror just before they strike their victims. Once they fully transform, they are nearly impossible to kill, recruiting new members by slaughtering humans. And do you know what happens when they are reanimated? They become insatiably hungry." Their food of choice? Human flesh and bone."