Creepiest Animals Novels & Stories

My blood ran cold, and I spun around, heart in my throat. Two huge, dark shapes loomed over Armani, their massive bodies covered in matted fur. They were bigger than any animal I had ever seen-like wolves, but grotesquely large, the size of fully grown elephants. Their eyes glowed in the dark, a sickly yellow that seemed to pierce through the night. Blood was everywhere-*her* blood.

Said Dr montoya pointing towards the ant on the board. He drew a spider"this is a spider, now a zombie. The wasp larva on its back controls the spider's brains. However it seems this has extended to larger animals, the cows for example. This isn't an unusual scientific fact. Even cockroaches allow wasp larvae, and then the babies devour them. Zombie fishes do swim around surface of water begging to be eaten. Beetles and crickets would pray mantises drown themselves in water. Rats get drawn to the smell of the pee of cats, and the cats devour them. However, this is a rearer case of humans. You hear the spider man story. He's a zombie, but they make him a hero. In reality, he wouldn't be able

They were acting like animals, worse than animals, caring about no one except themselves. A woman grabbed another who cradled her baby, balanced precariously on the roof of a four by four, tearing flesh from her arm as she wrenched her down to take her place of short-lived safety. She held her beneath the swelling waters, the bubbles subsiding as life ebbed away. His breath hitched in a sob as the body of the child was washed away. Behind, Am Heh whispered something in an ancient tongue as the shadows of long, serpentine creatures began to appear beneath the wash, wriggling in the maelstrom. They were too swift to get a decent look at when they rose up, seizing the weak or the dead.

Two eyes, bright yellow like burning coals, stared back at her, mirroring my fear. "Who's there?" I whispered my voice barely a tremor. The growling grew louder, and closer, sending shivers down my spine. A stench of damp fur and something wild filled the air, making my stomach twist. In the depths of the pit, something stirred, a hulking shape slithering out of the darkness with the silent menace of a jungle cat. As the moonlight glinted off its form, my breath hitched. It was a creature of nightmares all sharp angles and shadows. Razor-sharp teeth gleamed like daggers in the dim light, and its eyes burned with an eerie glow like embers burning in a forgotten fireplace.

These things feed on power and fear, the power that draws them to the strongest here, and negative emotions that are plentiful from the warriors who fear the beasts from the other world. “I’ll be fine,” I say, “I’ll take it-” A surge of sickening pungent darkness pollutes the air, and I jump back as another fissure opens in the ground and I see four crawlers that look similar to Azarakh rush forward. They are bigger than the others and look far more intelligent. They don’t care about power or attacking to kill all like the other crawlers. These have their dark, evil eyes fixed on me. “Hecate’s spawn…” one of them hisses before all four are in front of me, raising their knife-like claws.

He had long heard that the Secret Sect families in Capital City were infamous for raising venomous creatures and cultivating toxic worms to control their subordinates. "No! You can't kill me!" The elder was consumed by terror. Desperate, he burned his life force and summoned a pitch-black container. From it crawled an unending swarm of black-armored centipedes. The swarm spread like a dark tide, numbering in the millions. The centipedes surged forward, covering the ground and sky. A single bite from these creatures would not just poison the victim; it would consume their spirit, turning them into a mindless puppet. "Gold Devouring Voodoo Bug? So, you raise voodoo bugs. Interesting," Chase re

Cherie How can happiness be so fleeting? From being happy and content one second, to terrified the next. The beast in front of me snarls, its golden eyes pinning me with a look that sends bile rising up to my throat. I don’t know how one would describe the scent of death perfectly, but this monster is the embodiment of the word. It’s incredibly taller, even taller than Creed or Alpha Kai, covered in black fur, and standing on two legs. With claws the size of a grown man’s full hand, sickly yellow eyes, and scars littered all over its body, I know this is Creed’s Lycan.

The girl recoiled, choking on the suffocating stink of dog and sweat. A deathly blue light flashed in the darkness, and the werewolf, growling and howling, rolled on the ground, enveloped in a ghostly glow. With horror, Lesana saw a terrible animal head on human shoulders. The creature fell to all fours, arching its spine unnaturally. Tearing clothes crackled, revealing not human skin, but wet animal skin.

The battle was about to begin. From the shadows, they emerged – creatures born of nightmare, twisted parodies of nature itself. They were grotesque, their bodies a horrifying fusion of flesh and shadow, their movements jerky and unnatural. Some were vaguely humanoid, their limbs elongated and twisted, their skin a sickly, pallid green. Others were more monstrous, hulking behemoths with razor-sharp claws and teeth that dripped with a viscous, black ichor. They were the remnants of the ancient entity’s corruption, its failed creations, driven by a mindless rage and a thirst for destruction.

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...