Eldritch Beings Novels & Stories

Aphelion asks, a look of confusion on his face. "It's more than just a sludge," Luka speaks up, his mental shield so intense I can feel it pushing against me, but still, my powers manage to find a way to wiggle in and caress his. "That black substance is called Eitr. It is neither dead nor alive. Eitr is the origin of life. Jörmungandr created dark Etir as a weapon to destroy the Norse Gods. Eitr, both light and dark, was supposed to have been destroyed with the destruction of Asgard. The substance that came from Beckett was a fledgling Eitr; when in its full form, it can shift into any dark beast; a basilisk, an Oshi-Oni, a chimera, a Kraken, even a Medusa type creature. Its shapeshifting i

It was. He didn’t know how long he’d been walking. Time bent here. He remembered the shoreline—remembered running, the salt wind burning his lungs, the chanting of the cult at his heels. He remembered Marla’s eyes, hollow and shining like mirrors. And then the water had claimed him. Not drowning. Not quite. It had welcomed him. And then he’d seen it. Varethkaal. But not as Clara or Emily had known it. No, what Drift saw was only a sliver of the thing’s truest form. Something older, vast, and split across realms. Something beneath even the dark—the living will of a god that had not yet finished being born.

“But not just soldiers… something more. Something unnatural.” The dark silhouettes advanced methodically, emerging from jagged ridges and snow covered valleys. Eldric’s signature energy pulsed among them, guiding and binding his army. Constructs, twisted beings of shadow and corrupted magic, moved with terrifying precision. Eldric himself hovered above them, the silver mask gleaming faintly, radiating calm menace. Kael clenched the pendant. “He’s studying us, testing our limits. Every move is a probe. He wants to see how far the Heart can stretch, how far we can stretch.”

“Then, do you know what would have happened to you if what you said were true?” “I would have become a fallen elf.” “Then, can you tell me what a fallen elf is? I assume you do not know, otherwise you would not have said such a lie.” “I am sorry Mother Lelyah.” “I see. I overestimated your ability to study by yourself.” She looked directly into my eyes. “A fallen elf is one who have lost Mother Jörð’s blessing. In other words, you lose your divine mana. Without it, you are nothing more than a mere beast, you cannot use any magic and you cannot cross the village’s barrier.”

The sky was falling. No metaphor. No prophecy. No riddle spun by the mystics of the high courts. It cracked like brittle glass, the Veil splitting wide above Eldoria. And through that jagged wound, twilight poured like ink, dripping void-stuff and half-formed horrors onto a city that once believed itself immortal. Rivers of shadow slithered down from the heavens, not water but writhing bodies, creatures made of tooth and scream and memory long lost. Their cries echoed with the voices of those they had consumed, a cacophony of pain recycled into terror.

Jay cuts in. “It's like another plane of existence not known to many because it's within Velthra.” I take up the explanation since my Fae, who would have done it, is not in a good frame. “Dedrago is the closest any mortal can get to Tophet. In Dedrago, the only thing separating you from Tophet is nothing but a tiny layer of space. Only mighty Netherlords and…” I look at Olyon, “Incubi can go there and make it out alive.” “That explains why you look this way,” Mosley murmurs.

I wondered why Vincent was in the past three hundred years ago. He walked towards a group of people, who seemed like they were casting spells, just like the people in the forest. They also seem to be training, and I knew immediately that they were witches. It seems whoever they were fighting was an enemy to all of them. "The war that is coming, who are they fighting against?" I asked Selene, who I noticed was also following me. "They are called Gryden" "Gyrden, what are they" "They are creatures connected to hell, they are known as the underground creatures"

The priest, who now had been killed, foresaw the tragedy to come and had enclosed their world, making it disappear from the face of the earth, yet in existence. When this had been done and another vision instructed that the people would voice out complaints to move to the new world, the other druids, came together and created the ‘Mylanthrope’- a misty cloud that takes one to the outer world under his wish. Their long-time counterparts heard of so and by the help of the demon, enclosed their own world, preparing ardently for Aberdeen so as to strike and lock them forever in the ancient land and make them slaves. They prepared, with snatches of upsetting Aberdeen. And on many occasions, the p

“A what? I haven’t got a clue.” “Imagine a patchwork of flesh from living supernatural creatures mixed into a disgusting mass. They’re created by rogue mages or even liches for fighting on the battlefield. There’s no way to explain them to someone not with our knowledge. Imploding them is better than leaving the mess behind. You try explaining it to the mundane authorities. If you know anything about the game, Dungeons and Dragons. They’re influenced a lot by the image of these creatures. The best description I can give you a mad scientist put together leftover bits and pieces from other test subjects. Placed tentacles and eyeballs. Too many claws and teeth. Often their teeth and claws deliv

Below them stretched a vast canyon carved into the land like a cosmic scar, its center spiraling downward into an abyss of swirling black and silver. Black lightning forked across the sky. Glowstorms erupted from the ground. Fragments of ruined structures floated in midair—twisting, turning, but that wasn’t the worst part. Kael pointed. “Oh, stars… Alessia, look.” She already had. There are creatures. Dozens of them. Corrupted beings from the Architect’s realm—shadow beasts, bone serpents, and twisted humanoids—are emerging from the edges of the Rift, crawling over the land and howling at the skies.