Creepiest Animals Novels & Stories

Chapter one Ellie pov The air thickened with a graver silence at the sight of huge creatures before us, that even a drop of a pin would have been heard. The Anthrika werewolf. There is so much dreadful news about the Anthrika werewolf. They are ruthless, drain their prey of their blood, can cover a hundred kilometers in two seconds, have sharp ears, and active vision, and are very calculative and cunning in their ways. They are audacious! Lack of deference bowed to no one, and...

Their wails and sobs filled the air, a chilling symphony of sorrow that seemed to echo forever, as though time had no meaning here. And then there were the creatures. They lurked in the shadows, their grotesque forms slithering, prowling, or flitting just beyond the edges of my vision. One moved closer, its glowing, soulless eyes fixed on me. It resembled a twisted amalgamation of a wolf and a serpent, with elongated claws that scraped against the cracked ground as it slithered forward. My breath hitched as I stumbled backward, forcing myself to look away. I couldn’t stay here. The longer I stood still, the more vulnerable I became.

“What the fuck is that?” I sigh loudly. He is marching into Morvathuun, and he has no idea what is waiting for us on the other side. “It is a Draaghul Craven.” He wrinkles his nose in disgust. “What do they do?” “They are birdlike carrion feeders, with decayed human faces and glowing violet eyes. They are the bottom feeders of the Dark Realm, but if you see them, something scarier is lurking nearby.” He steps back. “So they are like a bad omen?”

Frustration bubbled inside me as I clicked link after link, searching for anything that felt real. Then I found it. An article buried deep in an obscure forum, titled “The Forgotten Threat: Nightwalkers Among Us.” “Guys,” I said, my voice trembling slightly. “I think I found something.” They crowded around me as I scrolled through the page. It described creatures that thrived in darkness, their eyes pitch black, their presence marked by death and destruction. The details were sparse, but the fear in the writer’s words was palpable. “This has to be fake,” Zane said, though he didn’t sound entirely convinced.

He said, still looking at me. I frowned trying to remember where I heard that name. Then it clicked into place and my mouth dropped to the damn floor because what the fuck. “You talking about The Darien Gap aka The Hill of Death? The relic can't be there, the place is inhospitable. Anyone who has tried to cross it never survive, mainly because it filled with drug smugglers and they’re the home of the most dangerous animals in the world; some being, poisonous frogs, snakes and scorpions the size of a tennis ball. Then there is the most painful fire ants and flies that lays eggs under your skin. I hope you're not talking about that Darien's Gap.” I said, in disbelief, because if it is than h

“The alpha of Golden Peak has confirmed the sightings,” Sean briefed Asher. “He said they resemble giant vultures, but instead of beaks, they have fangs.” Asher took in the information with a grave expression. These unidentified creatures had sparked mass panic among werewolves. Over 300 werewolves and animals were found dead in unnatural circumstances just last month. They were found mutilated, with organs ripped out and their skeletons grotesquely crushed. They were not just killed, they were tortured that defied the bounds of cruelty.

Waiting for his orders. Popobawa were horrible creatures gifted with black magic who fed off of fear. It's why you usually saw them coupled with hitmen or at the sight of natural disasters. I didn't think the AAs had enough clout to bankroll one of these rare creatures, but I guess business was booming. "You rang?" It never once had eyes for Q but continued to stare at me and Erika, lip curled back so we could see its gangrenous tongue as it feed from us. "What is it that you wish of me, Master Quinton."

’ Rieka tells me as we study our opponents for weaknesses. Their skinless bodies glisten in the light coming off of me, sickening to look at and even worse to smell. Rotting chunks of skin falls off of some of the smaller creatures, landing on the forest floor with a sloshing noise that threatens to make me throw up my last meal from earlier. Black eyes stare at me from the empty sockets of the creatures standing before me. How they are able to keep their eyeballs attached to their heads when there is no skin or tissue around the eyes is beyond me and only intensifies their creepiness.

I wink at her, just for the sake of fun. "They have their lands only because they're so dangerous, and no one can conquer them. I've heard that only one creature can kill them, but they are almost extinct, or maybe there aren't any left. The bleeders don't stop at feeding on blood. No, they love the process. First, they poke out the victim's eyeballs to make sure their feast won't be able to escape. Then, they skin them alive and inject a small amount of venom from their nails. The venom doesn't kill the victim yet- it keeps the blood fresh and the veins unaffected while the flesh slowly rots. It's a long and painful process. Finally, when they feel the feast is done, they rip out the organs

Everything was ominous, but one of the strangest things in the room was mortifying to look at. There were jars everywhere, large ones with different creatures in each. Most were deadly looking snakes, but some were of organs, human by the looks of them, and others were cats, different birds, and reptiles. The largest of the jars, at least as big as a chair, had the head of a dog in it, but it wasn’t a dog like I had seen before. It was all black and mostly hairless. The snout was skinny and long, and the ears pointed up.