Creature Oc Novels & Stories

Then she put a journal inside it, an old map, and a medallion. Deadrei was no ordinary girl who grew up with a group of merchants. This group of people goes around the country to perform various acts in a show called “Occultatum Creaturae” which means “hidden creatures”. Their leader’s wife found Deadrei in the woods, he was just a tiny baby back then. The leader knew that this is no ordinary girl for the woods is home to vicious creatures and will not hesitate to devour a baby left unprotected. She was wrapped in a black cloak and is being surrounded by fireflies as if these tiny creatures are protecting her from any harm.

“No!” ********

His son, Ben, was my best friend, as our parents were before us. It was Darren Richards who filled in the blanks for me. He put my memory loss down to childhood trauma. That witnessing my parents brutal murder had been the trigger. My mind blocked out everything as a way to protect myself from the pain of loss. The last thing I know, is that we are not alone in this world. That living amongst us are all manner of creatures that would do us, humans, harm. That the Hunters were created to protect humans from these creatures. I found this out when I turned 10. Darren brought me and Ben to his headquarters, he explained to us that it was creatures that killed my parents. That if we wanted to, we

Inside this ball of flame sat a living, breathing creature that almost took his breath away. As Creed peeked at this creature, stared back at him. Creed had absolutely no idea what kind of creature this was. In fact, his appearance was so uncanny, it made him realize how little he knew about glitches and the beings. Yet, every cell in his body screamed terror when he realized this abysmal creature was staring at him as well.

Soon the creatures joined their dead counterparts. Their clothes were stained with blood, and their breathing was ragged as they stared at the Coyotes on the ground in the forest, watching them combust to dust. “Is it supposed to be like this?” Harold asked, confusion evident in his expression. “Because they are not real. They're just a fragment of the real millennium creature called the Coyotes,” Rayne explained to them as he walked deeper into the forest, the rest following him. “Then is this a trap?” Mateo asked, his eyes showing keen interest in what was going on.

I hummed, watching part of Orion’s army continue with their duties. At the corner of my eye, a person with green skin picked up a lifeless body to move to the others. He was tall, obviously green, with tusks protruding from his jaw. If I didn’t know any better, he looked just like an Orc from Dungeons and Dragons, except prettier? He didn’t strike my fancy, but I could see some human women might like him. “Creed,” I pulled his arm, pointing to the creature. “Who are they?”

"How were you able to identify it at all?" Dennis seemed to remember then that she was still fairly new to the operation and he calmed himself down to explain. "You see, Miss Months, every item in Olympus's storage has been tagged with a Doomsday beacon, which as the name implies, is only activated when said item is activated in a such a manner as to be classified as a doomsday.

[System Message: You have tamed the elite monster, the ] [System Message: The (Elite) has become (Tamed)] [Please give the a name.] Kirou sat down next to the giant creature that was lying on its belly and ran his hand through its coarse fur as he tried to think of a name for the creature. After spending a few minutes trying to figure out a decent name and failing, Kirou took another look at the system prompts before a name jumped out in his mind.

Darrion said. Jai tried to imagine what the creature looks like in his mind, but what came to him was ostrich. “Like an ostrich?” Jai unconsciously said out loud. It was Darrion’s turn to frown. “What’s an ostrich?” “I think that kind of monster is helpful as mounts, don’t you think the same?” Jai distracted the blonde. Darrion nodded. “Oh they do. Aeronvein actually has these bird monsters as well, you know? Maybe you just don’t remember.”

I swallow, sensing the threads around us the web of power, fate, magic, memory and the creature’s aura slips right into the pattern. Recognition flares in my chest. “It’s not here to kill us,” I murmur. “It’s here because of you.” Clara laughs once. Harsh. “Great. Another cosmic stalker. I’m so popular lately.” But she’s scared not of the creature, but of what it might mean. Ares shifts his weight forward. “It’s not wolf. Not spirit. Not a familiar.” “No,” I say softly. “It’s older than a familiar. Younger than a god. Something in between.”