Creatures Of The Abyss Novels & Stories

Hearing that, the man with the scythe finally stopped shouting. “Tell me what exactly this place is.” The man replied, “This is Abyss Lair, and these stones are actually the original forms of those exotic abyssal beasts, but they haven't hatched yet.” Philip frowned. This never occurred to him. These exotic abyssal beasts were really strange, hatching from stones. While the man told Philip about the forbidden abyss and the situation here, his hands moved imperceptibly all throughout. Some dark red powder floated out of his hands, which fell on the stones and started corroding them.

"That's a no. I see little tendrils. Almost like... Oh shit, she didn't." "What?" Eli blinked. Kali sighed. "Have Len come in. This isn't good." Kali sat between the two beds as she studied them. This looked like Abyssia's doing. When Len and Eli walked in, Kali sighed. "It's a case of abyssal toxemia narcosis." They both stared. "Right, you guys need classes here. It's an abyss disease that turns blood to poison and makes a body reject a gem. It's Abby's doing. She was using it to make puppets from these two."

Lowering my gaze towards my tiny little bump I hadn't even realized I had, I suddenly feel an ache within my heart that will never be able to self-soothe itself. My baby will never know his or her father, he or she will never know how wonderful he is or how strong and brave he is. Instead, if I'm lucky and I get out of this thing alive, I'll hopefully be able to hide somewhere where the creations will never find us, where other humans will never find us. That's a tall order if ever I thought of one, how can you disappear from humanity when you're living right on their planet. How do you hide away from monsters like the creations when they have made it their sole mission to find you and destr

The receding tide had left the harbor floor exposed, and now, rising from the kelp and the wreckage, the Leviathans of Oceanus appeared. They weren't fish. They were nightmares of bone and coral, sixty-foot-long serpents with rows of serrated teeth and eyes that glowed with a cold, bioluminescent blue. They didn't need water to move; they glided through the air on membranes of pressurized mist, their bodies dripping with the black sludge of the Abyss. "Iron and silk," Félix cursed, drawing his daggers. "They’re coming in under the dome!" "I can't drop the wall to fight them, Félix!" I screamed, the strain of the tsunami making my knees buckle. "If I let go for a second, the Spire is gone!"

a gelatinous form of the Sombra that moved like mercury. "They aren't 'Sovereigns' and they aren't 'Refugees,'" Tommy observed, pointing to the swarms of Abyssal-Shrimp and Giant-Tube-Worms that were moving in a "Macro-Pattern" that defied standard predatory behavior. "They are 'Integrated.' The entire trench is a single, 'High-Pressure-Cerebellum.' It’s the 'Hydro-Symmetry.'"

I needed to tell Susan to get a dozen more for the weekend, or I would suffer withdrawal symptoms. “Did he tell you anything else?” I asked, bringing her coffee and the cupcakes to the table. Trisha sat down opposite her. Amy raised her eyebrows, like gathering her thoughts through the fog of exhaustion in her head. “He was born there when the asylum was still open, and remained there after the courts closed it. Plenty of bad vibes around to feast on for centuries. He’d never paid attention to the living until our lovely Haunter came around. Looks like he started calling on any and all entities around. He invited them to use his and his teammates’ energy to manifest. Kujo thought why not try

Claire withdrew her hand and took a step forward. “He may not look as good as Mason, but we found useful antibiotics in his blood. The necrosis of Tracy’s cells has been suppressed…” “…He does look ugly.” A chunk of flesh with bulging blood vessels. I could only describe this new creature as an animal. It was nothing like Mason’s perfect and miraculous creation. It looked more like a random mix of different animals stitched together. I felt bored and uninterested. “Claire!” I called out to the woman who was circling around the glass incubator and admiring the new creature.

Slowly, the abyss began to crumble and Lady Noelle pulled my hand. The Immortals say these creatures are born from mortals’ negative energy," the woman said. "Negative emotions give shape. Resentment, grief, rage. When mortals are consumed by hopelessness, their souls fracture, and from that fracture, these creatures crawl. They linger in forgotten roads, near battlefields, in places where screams outnumber laughter." The air grew cold as she spoke, as if the shadows themselves had drawn closer. Alpha Nicholas looked down at I again. His face was calm. His lips curled into the faintest smile, as if he dreamed of something pleasant. She truly envied him sleeping soundly like that.

No, it was a gaping maw, an insatiable abyss eager for the consumption of all that lay before it. From the depths of this abyss emerged the Devourer, a creature woven from the fabric of nightmare and despair. Autumn had experienced glimpses of hollow entities in her restless dreams before—twisted remnants of lives long extinguished, grotesque phantoms that mirrored what once was. But this… this entity was a manifestation of raw, ravenous hunger, a sinister hunger made flesh.

I'd been fucking her for minutes until, “Ugh! Fuck! Take that! Take my seed!” I groaned, plunging into her hard as my manhood twitched, releasing ropes of cum into her. “Daddyyyy” she screamed, her eyes rolling backwards in their sockets before she passed out. I knew she had cum on my cock. Burying my face in her neck, I could feel the flicker in my eyes, and the sharp teeth sticking out of my mouth. My fangs had elongated!