Eldritch Beings Novels & Stories

Drake __FLASHBACK__ Two days earlier. “What did you find?” Dad asked. “They were hunters but not human,” I answered. “They were what Drazian has created,” Dray adds. We had caught a few of the creatures and killed the rest. They had come onto our land chasing after something or someone. They are vile creatures. They had been created by a hybrid. He was half-dragon and half-vampire. He has been capturing all rare and powerful supernatural species for years now. His favourite target is the rare and powerful gemstone dragons. He has been capturing other supernatural beings and experimenting with them. He is pure evil

They were something far worse. Creatures summoned by Malachar, the dark sorcerer in service to Lord Vortigern. Beings without names, made of smoke, coagulated blood, and pure malice. They had a vaguely humanoid shape, but their bodies were elongated and twisted, with limbs ending in crooked claws. Their mouths were slits filled with irregular teeth that never fully closed. The three red eyes — one in the center of the forehead, two smaller ones on the cheekbones — never blinked. They had seen everything.

Suddenly, a furious roar sounded from behind the evil living being, but it sounded weak. Hetsema, who was sitting in a lotus position, spread his arms. Dozens of amethyst-red figured shadows appeared and turned into terrifying heads. Then, an eerie scene appeared. The dozens of heads began to absorb the living beings. In the next second, the living beings cried painfully and begged for mercy. The scene was horrifying. Before an hour had passed, the dozens of heads had consumed all of the living beings at the peak of Yuraeceon Daelm Rank's Ninth Tribulation.

Evelina looked just as clueless. The ground between the pillars cracked open, separating Evelina and I, revealing a swirling pit of darkness. From its depths, a creature could be seen slowly rising to the surface—a monstrous being that seemed born from nightmares. Its body was a twisting amalgamation of jagged obsidian and sinewy shadows, its glowing red eyes scanning the clearing above with malevolent intelligence. Long, clawed limbs scraped against the stony sides of the crevice it was trying to crawl out of, and black smoke billowed from its gaping maw with every breath. The pillars began to emit a soft glow, their carvings illuminated. The words and letters of the riddles began to shift

I intoned, casting rays of light toward the creatures surrounding us. The brightness revealed more of the labyrinth, exposing a grotesque, skinless being with exposed viscera, devouring the flesh of one of the wolves that had stepped out of the protective veil. Its mouth dripped blood along with black saliva as it slowly retreated, keeping its eyes fixed on the Alpha as a clear threat. “King Lycan, was that?" I noticed the younger wolf shudder. “Shadowraiths, ethereal beings that hover between the shadows, attacking silently and feeding on the blood of their victims?”

[Elara's POV] [Lost her memory of past few days] I backed away as the creature launched its attack. Clutching the sword from the temple, I struck at it, but the blade passed through its misty fog as if it were nothing. I knew it wasn’t my mother. The Echo Wraith always appeared as a familiar face—a loved one, a long-lost friend, or a figure from the victim’s past—only to grotesquely distort and morph into a disturbing mask of anguish or malevolence. The expressions on its face are exaggerated and twisted, reflecting the lies and deceit it preys upon. One moment it might seem sorrowful, and the next, it could sneer with malevolence. Its misty form occasionally shimmers with an eerie glow that

Chapter 46: POV Anne The canopy above us felt less like a shelter and more like a cage. "Stay down, Lilly," Silas commanded, his voice a low, gravelly rasp as he shoved the little girl gently but firmly behind a thick outcrop of moss-covered rock. I didn't need to ask why. The air had turned foul, thick with the stench of rotting copper and old graves. Out from the dense thicket slithered Draco’s hunters. They weren’t human—not even close. These were the dark, twisted things of the deep Fae realms, creatures of ash and malice who hunted the fringes of our world. My stomach violently turned as I looked at them. Everyone knew the whispers. Everyone knew these demons literally fed on half-born

“Every member of the Secret Abode swore an oath with both their wolf and their true soul to the Sacred Order. Their lives are pledged in allegiance to our cause… and to you.” His conviction left no room for doubt. “Then how do we explain the attack?” I questioned. “The Abyssal Beasts are creatures born from darkness,” Karl explained patiently. “They dwell within the Void and possess the ability to travel through spatial fissures and shadows.” A gasp escaped my lips. “Does that mean… they can appear anywhere?” “Theoretically… could they simply invade a pack and slaughter everyone?” The mere image sent a chill crawling down my spine. I imagined entire villages drenched in blood before anyone e

Its fur was replaced by interlocking obsidian plates, and where a wolf’s mane should be, a crown of glowing, bioluminescent tentacles drifted in the air like kelp. "The Trench-King," Sif whispered from the doorway of the roof, her face pale. "The first of the Old World gods has woken up." The Trench-King didn't attack the building. It looked up at the roof, its massive, milky eyes fixing on Elara. It let out a roar that shattered every window on the first ten floors of the Apex Suites. The resonance sphere Elara was holding flickered. The gold in her veins dimmed as the sheer presence of the Alpha's discordant frequency threatened to tear her Lullaby apart.

My eyelids try to close with all their might, but I resist and slowly manage to open them, although everything is blurry, I see that I am on the ground, lying. When I close and reopen them, Azael's face appears in front of me, watching me with a frown, with his piercings and his black shirt through which his tattoos peek out and spread across his neck. But when I blink again, there is no sign of him. As if it was part of my imagination.