Eldritch Beings Novels & Stories

“Did… did that thing just bow?” “Looks like it,” the Immortal replied. King Aldric, who had just arrived at the wall in full armor, stared at the creature in disbelief. “What in the gods is that?” The Immortal crossed his arms. “That,” he said, “is a Voidborn.” High Witch Elowen gasped behind them. “Impossible.” Seraphine glanced back at her. “You know what it is?” The witch’s face had gone pale. “Creatures born in the realm beyond the Veil,” she said slowly. “They serve ancient cosmic beings… older than our world itself.”

“Why here? Why Rutland? Why now when we were close to reinforcements?” Ralta joined August and looking into the woods. “Fascinating idea.” “As I said in my report,” August said. “There’s a huge graveyard of bones under the earth not far from the tiny tunnels. Maybe this land is near a sacred place to them.” Malitus grimaced. “To who? The beasts or the druids?” “Maybe both?” August sighed. “If the theory is that Drust is using the beasts,” Ralta offered. “That he may be playing them as he has played us, then it makes perfect sense for him to want to lead us deeper into their lands,” Ralta stretched his arms, flexing them.

I pulled the golden energy inward, wrapping it around the child and my own heart, creating a silent, internal furnace. Suddenly, Silas halted at the front of the line, his fire-blade held high. "Wait. Something is moving in the quartz." From the translucent walls, figures began to emerge. They weren't Void-Wolves, and they weren't Frost-Walkers. They were small, grey-skinned creatures with elongated limbs and eyes the size of saucers—The Echo-Dwellers. They were the scavengers of the Under-Realm, creatures that lived off the memories of the things that fell into the River of Shadows.

“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?”

“What kind of creatures?” Dorian replied, his eyes narrowing as he recalled the reports. “Murkbeasts, primarily. They thrive in the dark and often hunt in packs. When fueled by resentment or fear, they become more aggressive. They’re drawn to individuals like you, Eliza, those who possess latent power. They’ll see you as both a target and a prize.” The uncertainty wrapped around my heart like a vice. “Latent power? I’ve only just begun to touch the surface of my abilities.”

"It seems that the events we've experienced are but a prelude to something far more dire." Elena's brow furrowed as she read further, her heart heavy with concern. "The texts speak of an ancient being known as the Eclipsed One. A creature of darkness and chaos, whose return threatens to unravel the very fabric of our world." Kael nodded gravely, his gaze fixed on the words before him. "The Eclipsed One seeks to exploit the vulnerabilities in the realm's balance our fears, doubts, and divisions. It feeds on our uncertainties, growing stronger with every moment of unrest."

“Yes, child. What you see is not an illusion. These people are real, even if they cannot see you. This realm exists. It is a creation of the Old God, the Supreme. This world is unique. Sacred.” Delilah slowly walked down the streets, taking in the beauty around her. Families laughing, friends talking, life pulsing through every corner. But beneath her admiration, an unease lingered. Suddenly, the skies darkened. The ground trembled. Delilah stopped. From the far end of the city, a monstrous figure emerged. Towering, grotesque, with eyes of molten fire and claws that tore through the earth like paper. Screams erupted. The beast moved with speed, swinging its massive arms, crushing buildings l

The air stank of sulphur and ashes. Aosoth dropped her hands and the fissure in the ground closed up, swallowing the band of light and plunging the whole cathedral into thick shadows. The only illumination came from the. Around them the shadows churned with demons like a poisonous stew. The creatures that surged from the ground were human-shaped creatures but with scales and bloody saucerlike eyes and tentacles for hands. They were as much as twenty. They moaned loudly as they regarded Aosoth for a moment Then they turned their orb-like eyes on the witch.

A silhouette emerging from the void. The moment I saw it, cold spread through my chest. Because it wasn't trying to become something. It was trying to become someone. The outline shifted continuously. Faces appeared and vanished. Bodies formed and dissolved. Species changed every second. Wolf. Vampire. Human. Witch. Warlock. Back again. Like reality itself couldn't decide what it was looking at. Beside me, Eldric cursed softly. I turned toward him. The ancient warlock looked horrified. "That's impossible."

I screamed into my pillow. Images flashed on my haunted sclera, turning bloodshot: The charcoal furred, leather winged Beast. Me bleeding my heart's grace into a grimy tub, none of the royal trappings of my father's kingdom about me. My black Helish blood came out in thick tar clots, cursed as the rot inside of me. Nothing was sacred in this place, and I was not whole. After all, I am draugr, zombie – undead.