Eldritch Monsters Novels & Stories

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.”

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I felt a cold pit start forming in my stomach; I already knew where this was going. “But the most troubling part of that vision was that these horrific creatures were coming from the East,” he said in a grim tone. Grimhold finally unrolled the scroll and slid it toward me. “I had asked our seer to draw what he saw, and this is what is headed our way.” I stared at the drawing before me; there was no mistaking it. Charred-skinned, hollow-eyed beasts with elongated limbs that ended in claws, and distorted jaws filled with jagged fangs. It was exactly like the corrupted creature that had attacked and almost killed Mace.

Earth changed and new human-like beings appeared, these had the ability to control the most primal aspects of the earth, humanity called it magic. The human-like beings called themselves Elves. The Elves associated with human beings exchanging the knowledge of Magic for science. At this point in time, the Dragons, an almost forgotten creation, have managed to successfully hide and reproduce silently, until the point where new species of dragons appeared, and there's another surprise, they were not immune to the TDW-A01. This created a monster among monsters, the first time it was seen, people called him death itself. The next plague, The Death Dragon, an extremely dangerous being, which coul

she told him. ​ Achilles looked grateful as he took the book and started reading through the pages. “Is it worth reading into more about King Xaveris’s dragon and abilities?” Achilles asked Helga. She shook her head, “No, I’ve read every material we have available on King Xaveris, maybe try and concentrate on texts about Dhampir’s with familiars though, we don’t have much research available, they are so few and far between,” Helga sighed. ​

" Dennis gave a nod and ran in the direction of the glistening entrance that denoted the edge of the gap. I supported Damon as we stumbled after Dennis, helping him to his feet. The surrounding world was collapsing, fragments of the twisted, terrifying terrain plummeting into a limitless emptiness. "Go forward! With each stride, my legs burned as I pushed. I looked back as there was a deafening roar. The enormous shape of the Void monster was tearing through the crumbling rift as it pursued us. The air was pierced by the shrieks of shadow creatures that gathered about it. It's getting closer to us! Damon screamed as he tightened his hold on my arm. Aelric stopped quickly and replied, "Not if

I pulled the golden energy inward, wrapping it around the child and my own heart, creating a silent, internal furnace. Suddenly, Silas halted at the front of the line, his fire-blade held high. "Wait. Something is moving in the quartz." From the translucent walls, figures began to emerge. They weren't Void-Wolves, and they weren't Frost-Walkers. They were small, grey-skinned creatures with elongated limbs and eyes the size of saucers—The Echo-Dwellers. They were the scavengers of the Under-Realm, creatures that lived off the memories of the things that fell into the River of Shadows.

“And who are you?” “The man standing between you and him.” Jax’s voice turned lethal. “If you want Eli, you’ll have to go through my corpse first.” The Dreadlord laughed. The sound was wrong. Too deep. Too hollow. Madness echoed inside it. Then he snapped his fingers. The wall beside the living room exploded inward. Jackie screamed. I froze in absolute horror. A horde of wolves crawled through the shattered opening. Not normal wolves. Twisted things. Their flesh hung rotten from exposed bones. Their eyes glowed sickly white while decay dripped from their jaws. Some were missing patches of skin entirely. The smell alone nearly made me vomit.

Trixie looked at Dradon as he took a step back. “Oh yes, I am real. I’m not just a story told in the bible as one of the creators first creations or a folklore to you half breeds.” The monster said as he stepped out of the darkness. He was almost the size of Dradon’s dragon form, he looked like a dragon too, but had two long horns that curled backwards, his teeth were sharp, and long like a human arm. “Ooohhh, shit we about to die ain’t it?” Trixie whispered to Dradon, as she looked at the monster that wanted her. “Yea, we might be.” Dradon whispered as they both took steps back.

Gen snorted. Monstra Fidelis – Monster Fight Club Advisor: Commander Karrin Vorax Summary: Unofficially official. First rule: don’t talk about it. Second rule: absolutely talk about it. Night duels. Monster form combat. No magic, just raw, feral brawls. Watchers can place bets. Winners gain power, respect, and invitations to secret GraveGalas. “Okay this one’s screaming my name,” I whispered. “Also, secret parties? Hell yes.”