Eldritch Beings Novels & Stories

“Tonight, they will learn how fragile their walls truly are.” Draven bowed slightly, then gestured toward the far end of the courtyard. There, an iron-bound gate led into a subterranean passage. My shadow-wolves blocked it, standing silent and still. Beyond them, in the gloom, waited my secret weapon: the creatures I had wrought in the depths of the old caves. Beasts born of nightmare and dark ritual, shapes half-wolf, half-mist, eyes blazing with unnatural hunger.

she smirked. “Let’s see if your sword can match it.” The battlefield was a nightmare painted in blood. The red mist pulsed like a living thing, muffling footsteps and screams. Dreadshade priests stood in a protective circle, chanting around a portal of writhing black light. Tendrils of shadow stretched from it like claws, seeking form. In the mist, twisted creatures slithered—half-wraith, half-flesh, their eyes glowing like coals. These were not soldiers. They were abominations.

The appearance of the "Void-Architect" in its true form turned the Deep Shadow into a landscape of terminal reality. The creature was not a living thing; it was a "Geometric Deity," its body a series of intersecting grey planes and silver angles that denied the existence of curves or warmth. Its "head" was a solid, glowing mercury-orb that pulsed with the "Liquidation Frequency," turning the violet-gold twilight of the North into a flat, scentless static.

But she could feel it—the cold, gnarly fingers curling around her ankles. Something—or someone—was dragging her. She was unconscious, yet her soul stirred. The creatures that held her weren’t human. Their claws scraped stone, their breath reeked of sulfur and rot. They were massive—beasts of the Underrealm, formed from shadows and spirit, towering as tall as castles. “She is not one of ours,” one hissed. “But her blood sings of ancient sins,” another replied. “Let the High Ones judge her,” said a third. They hauled her through a shimmering veil—a rippling portal carved from stardust and bone. The Spirit World was not what stories made it seem. It was not heaven. Nor was it quite hell.

Gods were funny! Aware of the Diti's eyes in him. He quickly unlocked the box. That was the last thing he ever saw or acted on. The dark shadows which emanated from the box engulfed his body, covering it totally at first it looked like a cloud of dust. It comprised of tiny insect-like beings, like locusts. Only uglier and more deadly. "My children!" Diti laughed. Revelling in the hellish dust. "Toshani!" Rudra shouted and grabbed her hand before the dust could touch her body.

The moment the door shut, Cedric Phillips turned to me and said, “Austin Belmont is suspected to be part Druid wolf and is being monitored for any unbecoming behavior.” Rolling my eyes, I frowned. “He is my marked mate, so nothing is going to come from it. He won't go rogue or cause any issues by going on a crazy killing spree,” I asserted, and he gave me a rude grunt. “You know what a druid wolf is, Miss Gibson?” Nodding nervously, I explained that I learned about them from my pack school, but he furrowed his brow and then shook his head. “Don't lie to me. I'm well aware that druids are extremely rare wolves and not a subject of study in your prior classes,” he growled, causing me to swallo

Aunt Drucella says, pushing the book in front of me. I stare at the picture in front of me. A creature, built like a man, with the head of a wolf covered in scales with tiny furry hairs sprouting from its hedges. A primate with claws instead of fingers. I still can't understand. “What am I staring at?” “A Monogroth, A creature of darkness magic, created by Behemoth. It was last seen during the great war.” Greg says. “And was killed by your ancestor,” Aunt Drucella added.

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

With her staff, she blasted the creature with a blast called ‘eldritch blast. Eldritch blast can be used by white clan witches to fight off their enemies without killing them. Eldritch blast is a beam of crackling energy streaks that is targeted at an enemy within a rage. When a creature gets hit with an eldritch blast the creature takes up minor damage that will knock them off their feet for some few seconds or minutes depending on the type of creature. As the creature got knocked off its feet, Bonnie quickly run to Lucas to help him up. “Are you alright?” she asked expressing concern.

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.