Eldritch Beings Novels & Stories

The white light coursed through his veins there. "It's better than just our plan." Aiden said before he faced the Dark Witch and Godfried again, "Listen, old man." He noticed Godfried's ears twitch, "We don't need to do this. You don't need to do this." "It's already too late." A guttural voice came from Godfried as he let out a high-pitched howl. Out from the thick shadows of the trees behind them stepped forth the hideous creatures they knew. Most were quadrilateral beings, while only a few were on their hind legs. Grey skinned, hairless monsters with soulless eyes and ichor streaming down from their jaws. They screeched and snarled. They clawed at the snow with eager temptation. Aiden lis

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.

"Of course. You must be careful. They must be looking for the Grail of Immortality and Youth that disappeared a long time ago and I don't think they've ever performed a ritual with it. While they only have the chalice of flames." The chalice of Immortality, that's what was kept in the secret room. Chaz was right, those mystical grails were indeed the most sacred objects for the black magic world. Elgar and Kathleen began to prepare everything before heading to the witches' hideout. Kathleen is very good at making potions, and I didn't expect her to find such a deadly poison. I guess they really wanted to use their abilities to do good. "Do you trust them now?" I asked Alden as the two of the

They usually disguise themselves as humans when they are in a crowd, the real form of these creatures is creepy, they appear to be the ugliest of creations when they are in their real form. They have hunchbacks, long tongues, and slitted eye pupils. I pulled off my gloves and discarded them into the waste bin, my gaze drawn back to the lifeless body on the embalming table. In an instant, before our eyes, the body began to disintegrate, crumbling into a fine dust that mingled with the air. Nothing remained of the once tangible form, leaving only a haunting emptiness in its wake. Slitters are created with potions and spells by the dark witches, so this is what happens a few hours after it's de

"What are they." "A group of dark mages who made pacts with malevolent entities centuries ago" Eldric said. He turned his book around so I could see an illustration on the page. It showed a figure surrounded by swirling darkness. "They traded their souls for power. In exchange they gained abilities far beyond normal magic." "What kind of abilities" I asked. I studied the illustration. "The ability to move unseen" Eldric said. "To bypass magical wards and physical security. To use dark magic that normal weapons cannot touch. And most importantly the ability to feed on human suffering and grow stronger from it."

Ashren asked, exchanging a look with Silas. "The thralls," Drax whispered. "They aren't just reanimated corpses. They are cultivated. Darius found the old books. The ones the First Alphas burned." He coughed, a wet, hacking sound that brought up black bile. Silas wiped it away with a grimace. "He is using the Void," Drax continued, his voice dropping to a terrified whisper. "He infects them. He hollows them out. And then he fills them with a hive mind. They don't eat meat, Elara. They eat magic."

Goliath's voice sounded cold and a bit harsh, but the critters only stared at him. "Pay attention to what he is going to do, then replicate it," David ordered his minions, who promptly nodded and started to pay attention to Goliath's actions. "First, we'll start with a history lesson. Abyssal druids believe in the will of Nature. That all plants and animals have a soul on their own. But we also believe that the Will of the Abyss is greater than Nature's and that it should bend to fulfill the Abyss' and our wishes." Goliath nodded and put the crystal against the log. "Oh, mighty abyss, lend me your aid, bend the will of nature to my desire!"

A sharp, stabbing pressure filled the temple—like reality itself bending. And then— A form erupted from Elias’ chest. It wasn’t like Azazel’s or Thal’rean’s elegant manifestations. This one was monstrous. Liquid shadow made flesh, with no eyes, no face—only shifting glyphs that whispered in forgotten tongues. Tzareth. He howled. Lucian’s nose bled. Dorian fell to one knee, clutching his chest. Kai growled low, trying to shield them with his energy. But Gabriel and the Oracle stood firm.

“Something that has been waiting. Something that can’t be controlled.” She stepped forward, her eyes sharp as she met Caitlyn’s gaze. “We’ve been watching the deep woods,” she continued, “and we’ve seen... creatures. Red-glowing eyes. They don’t register as wolves, spirits, or Forsaken. They’re something else. Something that shouldn’t be here.” Caitlyn felt a chill spread through her as she absorbed Selene’s words. The darkness was spreading—she could feel it, even here, in the sanctuary of Eldoria. Something ancient was stirring.

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.