Creatures Of Sonaria Novels & Stories

"We were stressed when we heard the tremors." Liam bowed his head. "It shall be done, Luna." As Liam and the others ventured deeper into the mines, Aveline, Killian, and Elder Brandt examined the fallen creatures. Their bodies were unlike anything they had ever seen, a grotesque fusion of animalistic features and otherworldly elements. "They're not werewolves," Killian observed, his brow furrowed. "Nor are they any creature I've ever encountered in the forest." Elder Brandt, his eyes filled with a deep sadness, knelt beside one of the creatures. "They are a reminder," he said softly, "of a time long forgotten, a time when magic was wild and untamed."

It sizzled against the wool of his coat. "Move!" Tristan shouted, shoving Saoirse forward. The ceiling exploded with movement. Five pale, spindly shapes dropped from the darkness. They were humanoid, but elongated. Their limbs were too long, with extra joints. Their skin was translucent, showing the black organs pulsing beneath. They had no eyes, only gaping mouths filled with needle-teeth. Crawlers. One landed directly on Jora, the scout. It didn't bite her; it wrapped its long limbs around her, crushing her ribs with a sickening crack.

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.

“First, tell me why they were never spoken about in the pack.” “It’s no serious reason; your father didn’t believe in their cause.” “And so, he thought keeping me in the dark would contribute to bringing them down?” I asked with a cocked brow. I know it doesn’t make much sense, but he didn’t like talking about them. Maybe it’s because they believe in a so-called ‘mind-made-up’ god they call the god of light." Aric said. “The Aureonnas had come to bring to Alexander’s awareness the danger that lies outside their ‘walls.’ They call the strange creatures ‘flesh eaters’—odd beings that feed on living flesh,

The door was sealed with a dull thud. Aria and Selene stand fully alone against the three shadows. The courtyard trembled as the creatures regrouped, their forms growing sharper, more defined. Smoke rose around them like a veil. Selene’s voice sharpened. “These aren’t just shadows. They’re constructs, extensions of Erevon’s actual dark essence. He’s watching through them.” Aria’s jaw clenched. “Good. Let him watch.” The first creature lunged with unnatural speed, claws extending into elongated black blades. Aria sidestepped, spun, and thrust her hand forward. Silver light detonated from her palm, slicing through the creature’s torso.

It bore one word: “Vael.” The Wastes of Vael. Where nothing lives. Where no magic flows. Where the moon has never shone. Because something buried beneath it once devoured the light. “Only one being has ever walked there and returned,” Myra whispered. “The Broken Beast,” Theron said. “The last creation of Serenya. A creature born to end gods.” Aria nodded. “If she’s going there… it’s not to run.” Orion’s eyes narrowed. “It’s to awaken it.”

Hidden beneath the sands of the canyon floor was a massive abyssal creature, bound in chains, its eyes glowing with a malevolent light. "It's a trap," Liora whispered, her voice filled with dread. Before we could retreat, the creature stirred, sensing our presence. The chains binding it started to unravel, released by unseen forces from the outpost. It was not just any creature; it was a Leviathan, an ancient beast of destruction, long believed to be a myth.

"Don't come near me!" Sona sighed, then put the mirror away. "I just want you to look at reality and accept it. Serena, you're not ugly, you're not hideous, you're not disgusting. You are still our Serena." I was stunned, like a robot with no energy, and stared at Sona with red eyes. "Sona, please stop talking." Sona didn't stop; she walked up and pulled up her shirt. My eyes opened wide, not taking my eyes off her long, winding scar. It stood out on her white skin like a waterfall, like a sleeping dragon.

It was a revelation that left her spellbound. Astrid's journey through the pages began with the Werewolves, the very first Supernatural creatures, conceived by the Moon goddess Serene, whose celestial name is Luna. Over 200 million years of history unfurls before her eyes as she learned about the intricate hierarchy and the rich tapestry of their past.

THE SMELL OF shit and urine wafted in the air. Terah scrunched her nose in disgust. She was in Hancia (for a couple of times) again, hoping to find any clues of Mariah's whereabouts. Hancia looked like the reflection of the human world, except the creatures that lived here were powerful ones whom human thought existed only in books. In addition, in this place, kingdoms existed like the kingdom of Ebrosirka, ruled by a powerful werewolf. But the creatures living in that kingdom were not werewolves but those individuals rejected by society. It ranges from witches, mermaids, fairies, and anyone.