Eldritch Beings Novels & Stories

"[Hold up…is Lich really a monster?…]" [To be exact they are…but they were sentient and sometimes posses a high level of intelligence…it was safe to say the were the same as Elder Dragons…but sometimes…the being that dwells in the darkness have a chance of being insane and filled with madness…]. (T.A.S) ".…well..this is certainly interesting…Bina, you continue that works of yours..as for the Dynasty Altar..I will personally check them out…". My sudden decisions do shock the entire room but, they don't really put their thought too much into it as I can definitely handle myself. To me, I wondered if I can discover something interesting in there.

Uncountable body parts and inner organs and red-black blood soaked most of the ground as far as the eyes could see. “How many creatures of darkness have you left? Nyarlathotep? You should know that I’m a god of matter and I could birth my lovely dark young infinitely no matter how many you have killed.” The lady in red smiles creepily at the butler in front of her while raising her hand. A dark creature with many black tentacles slowly gives birth from the pile of corpses behind her. Its hideous feature and many mouths bleated out a bleat like a young goat calling its mother.

Ena smiled at my little comment, " you don't have to worry because, firstly, according to what I read is that, his counter is usually someone who has some sort of higher power, it could be a god" "Like death" She looked at me confused. "Edwin said a golden dragon fell for death creating his species, the liche" "Aah, he is a liche dragon?" Ena asked surprised as she glanced at Edwin. I nodded. "Yes, a god, or an elf, or a hybrid, a being that could handle his power, we don't need to worry about that because beings like that in this realm are few and surprisingly rare. " This calmed me down a bit.

“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."

Elena demanded, crossing to the table, her voice cutting through the noise like a blade. Mira stepped forward, her voice shaky but gaining strength as she spoke. "The creatures match descriptions from an ancient text I found in the hidden archives. They're called the Hollow Ones—beings of pure darkness that were created during the first age of magic. They were supposed to have been destroyed centuries ago by the first mages." "Supposed to have been?" Elena's voice was sharp, cutting through the murmurs. "They're clearly not destroyed. They're here. They're killing our people. They're destroying everything we've built."