Eldritch Beings Novels & Stories

Bethel frowned for a moment, “Well from a baby really, she would summon cakes from the kitchen and she would summon Lady Persephone’s son’s toys to play with. It was quite amusing really.” Helga’s eyes narrowed, “Seraphina, you are such a mystery.” She shook her head. “What do you mean?” Bethel questioned. “Well if we just consider the facts first, she is a Dragon Dhampir, a Dhampir with a familiar is rare enough yet, to have a Dragon familiar? I know I don’t need to tell you how rare that is,” Bethel nodded at Helga. “She also carries Alexandria’s Genesis, she has the markings for spirit, she-” Helga’s face paled as a thought came to mind.

Kita replied, shaking her head while having her hand palm down on the earth. “What is a dorphan?” “It is a large, heavily set blind burrowing creature. It feeds on anything magical, roots, plants, and sometimes animals. It may have only attacked the scout spell out of a territorial move, they are rare encounters that not many walk away from,” Kita replied, her eyes darting around the clearing quickly, “Our tomes only mentioned the earth breaking open just before they attacked. None of the hunters that survived their ambushes recorded anything that told of lead up to their attacks, so we will be walking across this area without a way to know we are about to do battle.”

And at one point, very soon in my future, I would have to face my fate. The more I thought about it, the more it all started to make sense. The creatures who came for me in the woods. Lilith through they must be Vampires. The same creatures that Lucifer created with his own blood. The one enemy he created himself. They wanted to use me as there weapon in their fight to conquer the underworld throne. Even Darren, who didn’t even know my full potential, new that I was a big player in the scheme of things. His years of brainwashed were all to make me think I was playing for the right team. He never once assumed I would find out the truth.

The vast void beneath them churned menacingly as the shadowy hand, its fingers elongated like sinister tendrils, continued to climb higher, inching towards the floating platform. The very essence of the darkness seemed to drain the warmth around them, sending shivers down their spines. Elara, her eyes widened in horror, cried out, "What is that?!" The Celestial Being's gaze remained fixed on the approaching danger. "That," it said with a heavy voice, "is the Voidwalker, an ancient entity that feeds on the life force of the cosmos."

Then the center caved in—slowly, monstrously—and the world below revealed its teeth. Hell. The sinkhole wasn’t just a tear in the earth; it was a wound that bled fire. The air turned to ash, the scent of sulfur crawling up the stone walls. And from the depths—black shapes writhed. Hundreds of them. Maybe thousands. Crawling over each other in a grotesque tide of claws, wings, and eyes that gleamed with feral light. Maldric’s army. They had been waiting beneath us all this time. Waiting for the world to fall open.

Derora finally did what no dark mage had been able to do, the ritual ties your essence to the veratus and unless you have an essence that came from the immortal spring of chaos, you'd literary burn to ashes. A loud roar from the abyss brought her attention back to it, in a burst of flame and smoke, darathos the dratero, a dragon like being that looked like a cross between a sea serpent and a dragon with its long but muscular body and obvious sentience flew out of the abyss. Its skeletal wings flapping with flames and fury, it blew fire from the flaming animal skull head it had and burned in the sky. Derora watched as it gave an ear piercing scream and dove down while landing on the soft eart

From the depths of the portal, nightmarish creatures began to emerge—twisted forms of beasts that seemed to be born from the darkest nightmares. “Behold!” Drax’s voice boomed, resonating with a sinister glee. “You think you can stand against me? I will unleash a horde that will drown you in despair!” Xienma’s heart sank as she took in the grotesque figures that crawled forth—monsters with jagged teeth, eyes that glimmered like shards of broken glass, and bodies that seemed to distort and shift. The very essence of fear radiated from them, and she felt the weight of dread settle over her like a heavy cloak.

It would be foolish to risk him having a clue and shutting up. “We have always been there. Ever since good has existed, there has also been evil. Edimmu, Jiang Shi, Ghoul. We were called Draugr in the Nordic countries. They have called us different things through time, but we are the same and with the sole purpose of creating fear in people so that they appreciate the good and correct. Some of us, however, have been just a bit theatrical, Lamia and Lillith, for example”. "What has that got to do with the pact ?"

“A lich and a draugr? It would explain the monstrosities all being forms of undead and it would explain the need to avoid as much light as possible. But how long has he been working on this? How many failures before this? Both rituals have a high failure rate by themselves.” “A draugr that’s a word I have not heard in ages. Correct me if I am wrong but it’s a form of revenant? How did you come to that conclusion?” Rolo came back to the table and sat down in a chair beside Dean again. “Well, I couldn’t make out this word on multiple pages. He’s written it as he was excited or something while he wrote it so it’s very hard to read. But when you said lich it made sense when I was looking at it

Kael asked. "Chaos. Pure chaos. Beings with no form, no purpose, no loyalty to anything except their own hunger." Aldric's eyes grew distant. "They fought each other for eons, tearing each other apart, consuming anything that got in their way. Some of them were destroyed. Some of them retreated to the dark places between worlds. And some of them slept, waiting for the day when the moon's power would fade enough for them to return." "When will that happen?"