Dreamcore Monsters Novels & Stories

He wrapped the towel around his waist, walked out of the bathroom and went up to the window. The army of the dead was increasing and drawing power out of him. He felt more and more of the undead were emerging from their metal-bound coffins with every minute. More and more of the higher undead: draugrs, strzygas, blood-rakers, ghouls and other creatures of the Dark. Yes, they required a lot of magic. But one monster of this kind was worth a dozen, sometimes even a hundred ordinary zombies.

he stretched his hand forward again. "No! No!" I cried out and moved to the back until I got to the edge of the bed. "Brother! What happened to her?" She glared at Arnold and shifted her gaze back to me. "Calm down! Monica!" She got close again and pressed her hand on my cheek. "He is your hus–" "No! He is a monster," I wrapped my hand all over her tightly again. "He will do that again, I don't wanna see him." She wrapped back.

Rain's position with the creature was too close. Rain could hear a low growl that reached her ears as if rumbling across the plank floor. "There's another tonight, another monster," Rain said in her heart. "Jace Dauntess is indeed a monster, but the person before me is more of a monster than Jace himself. Who exactly is this figure?" The growl sounded again. "For the sake of the saints!" shouted Rain. "This creature is hungry! And he looked at me. He thinks I'm his food tonight."

They emerge from a hole in the ground, a dark and menacing opening that seems to be the very gate to the underworld. The Drider, an equally terrifying entity, accompanies them. Its appearance is a grotesque blend of spider and humanoid, with a body covered in dark hair and long, sharp legs that creak with every movement. Its eyes, a bloody red, reflect pure malice and an insatiable thirst for power. Together, Drider and the Skinning of the mind are the embodiment of horror, a sight that could chill the bravest of souls to the bone.

then Ingrid rushed off. ★★★★★ (Outside evergreen pack_Cave) Drake balled his fist and clenched his jaw as he watched the masked man mixing some chemicals, he averted his gaze from the masked man and let his eyes settle on a group of newly created creatures. His eyes wandered around until they landed on a group of pups and teenagers, they were chained against each other, with very thick chains that maybe only acid could break -that's if there isn't a key. They all looked so scared, dehydrated and starved -after all, they've been kept here for many days.

That night, the doll suddenly activated. Its soft, stuffed arm shot straight into my throat. I jolted awake, clawing at my neck, trying to call for my mother, but no sound came out. By the next day, I had a raging fever and couldn't stop throwing up. I cried, trying to tell my mother what happened, but all that came out were broken, garbled sounds. She tossed me a pack of cold medicine. "If you can't even talk, then be quiet for once. I'm exhausted after work."

DESCRIPTION OF THE REALM OF DREADOR Dreador is a mystical world inhabited by witches, wizards, dragons, and werewolves. Every century, a king is chosen from each part of the realm: the Head Sorcerer, the Dragon King, and the Alpha King of the Blood Moon Pack. Although these mystical creatures can travel to the human realm through a portal, they are only allowed to do so for a limited period.

a voice filled with rush fall on my ear and next he grab my hand but before we move light come again turning me almost blind. But the scene in front of stop my breathe. Everyone turns into zombies. Their eyes are dark red , veins popping out of their skin. They take unsteady steps here and there . Blood oozing out of their mouth, the sight is bone chilling. How this happen my brain stop working as I stood there numb. I flinch when Damian pull my hand but he gag my mouth with his hand. "They can't see so move without making sound." He whisper lowly and we take slow and steady steps towards exit. Sweat trickle down my head as some of them are quite near to me. One wrong step an....

Another monster lurched through the fog—this one leaner, fast, and made of what looked like glass and shadow. “I got the screamer!” I yelled. “I’ll take the creep!” Damian responded, ducking a black tendril as the beast shrieked and swiped for his throat. Norma hurled a potion that exploded in a flash of golden fire. “INCOMING!” It hit the third beast that had tried sneaking in from the left. The potion melted half its skull. “You’re welcome!” she added. The Rift pulsed again. Four more creatures crawled out—one slithering, one winged, two just... teeth.

Said David with a hint of nervousness, his unit complied and started to draw back towards the open wall slowly, but they started to sustain more and more injuries as the attack was relentless, the cries of the little rhino were drowned by the animalistic growls of their foes. Stranger creatures started to appear, a jellyfish with 3 fingered hands at the end of each tentacle floated down from the sky, those “arms” started to stretch and grab all the corpses and living monsters that were unlucky, just 2 seconds passed before they were devoid of any blood and crumbled into ash. A mass of black flesh filled to the brim with screaming faces slowly crawled up from the forest, leaving behind a trai