Creatures Of Sonaria Novels & Stories

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I ask. He holds his index finger up and warily looks around the open area. “We should─” The floor rumbles, followed by a deafening roar. Rising up, I take his hand as the roof begins to shake. Sounds of screams and rushing footsteps reverberate below us. Fallon grips me tightly and releases his wings to fly up, but several creatures appear around us before we can take off. I look cautiously as the creatures raise their sharp-clawed paws. They look like a mixture between a cat, a bird, and a gargoyle. Their bodies are grey, and their back legs look like they belong to gigantic birds.

Arielle The sky didn’t close. It collapsed. A pulse shivered through the air—deep and final, like the world itself had taken a breath and was now holding it. The rift above me split wide, and from it poured the creatures. Not shadows. Not illusions. Real. Ravenous. Writhing. Built from anguish. Shaped by old magic that had forgotten mercy. And they were coming for everything. Lucian lay behind me, bloodied and barely breathing. The amulet burned against my skin, its power cresting—swelling like a tide that had nowhere left to go but out.

--- The creatures are not alive. Skeletons clad in sand-armor, their ribcages cradling pulsing violet fungi. They move in silence, scimitars of bone gleaming under the twin suns. Eden's crows dive, but the sand-armor dissolves them, acidic grains eating through feathers and flesh. "Run!" I snarl, but the city answers.

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...

Run! The children scattered. Selene's universe began trembling. The older Lyra screamed: She's waking everything! What? Every creature that ever existed. Every monster. Every failed creation. Every forgotten god. They're coming. The sky filled with thousands of creatures. Some had wings. Some had horns. Some had dozens of eyes. Others had no bodies at all. The Mother Before Creation smiled. I created them before I created your universe. Lyra stared at the army. Why? To destroy anything that refuses to obey.

“I suspect she was Alva’himar, Master.” Kolton frowned, and the First Commander said, “Indeed? We had thought the Alva’himar long vanished.” “The Na’Himara have had suspicions about a resurgence of that order. There has been a worrisome increase in incidents involving Dark Magic, in addition to the increased activity by the Goblins. And the strange Minotaur-like creatures -” “The Moran’kaar,” put in Caulan, his voice laced with disgust. Keyla nodded. “They are a direct result of the use of Dark Magic.”

They were probably confident no one could ever escape or survive this place. We climbed up a stone staircase, moving quickly and silently. I was holding the Xenodermus babies we had rescued. We only stopped when we saw light ahead, and the exit from the arena. There, we saw a group of wounded Tarragons battling a huge monster—it looked like a centipede, but more vicious, with spikes along its back. Its many legs were sharp, and its head was massive with enormous, jagged teeth. Vestaria looked at me. “What’s the plan?” she asked. I smiled. I handed the Xenodermus babies to one of the others we had freed. My claws extended, surprising them, and I knew my eyes were glowing.

The ground was uneven and cracked, and in some places, the soil was dark as if it had been soaked in blood long ago. As they moved forward, they encountered underworld creatures hiding in broken ruins and behind large stones. The warriors eliminated them one after another. One leaped toward Aria from the side, its claws stretched forward and its mouth open wide. She reacted quickly and lifted her hand, releasing a strong wave of energy that struck the creature in the chest and sent it crashing against a fallen pillar. Before it could stand again, Lyrian stepped forward and drove his blade straight through what looked like its core. They noticed that each creature had a core that varied in co

He set his palms flat on the table, his rings catching the firelight like tiny shards of storm. “These creatures,” he said slowly, voice weighted with age and power, “are not ordinary beasts. They are remnants—shadows born of the first wars between gods. When balance falters, they wake. They have no souls, no true flesh. They feed on chaos, on fear, on the unraveling of what was meant to stay whole.” Serenya shifted uncomfortably. “So, they’re like… nightmare monsters?” “Nightmares given teeth,” Malrik corrected, eyes glinting. “They cannot be slain as one would slay a wolf or a dragon. Steel will slow them. Fire will scorch them. But what truly kills them—what undoes them—is harmony.”