Eldritch Monsters Novels & Stories

[You summoned the following Monsters] [Skeleton Soldier (Normal-Rank+++)] [Skeleton Soldier (Normal-Rank+++)] [Skeleton Magician (Unique-Rank)] [Poisonous Scarab (Normal-Rank+++)] [Skeleton General (Unique+)] [Giant Desert Scorpion (Unique)] [Skeleton Priest (Unique+)] [Elder Treant (Mythical+)] [Infernal Gazer (Mythical+++)] Ten new creatures emerged before Chaos, as he glanced at them with wonder. There were more skeletons this time, it seemed that they were the most common monster. There were some generic soldiers, a mage, and then a General and a Priest, who seemed rather strong. The General wielded large and heavy armor, while the Priest priest-like clothes and was… adept to light magic

“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

Oh no, not again. "Fuck!" Erix caused, apparently seeing the mist at the same time I did. "Come on!" Alix shouted, jutting me from my frozen state, but didn't budge, I was strangely suddenly calm and filled with the need to move forward instead, just as the swirling mist expanded and suddenly began dropping six feet tall monsters with hoofs and forked tails, along with other monsters I had never seen before. "Shit!" Erix's voice sounded far away.

Said David with a hint of nervousness, his unit complied and started to draw back towards the open wall slowly, but they started to sustain more and more injuries as the attack was relentless, the cries of the little rhino were drowned by the animalistic growls of their foes. Stranger creatures started to appear, a jellyfish with 3 fingered hands at the end of each tentacle floated down from the sky, those “arms” started to stretch and grab all the corpses and living monsters that were unlucky, just 2 seconds passed before they were devoid of any blood and crumbled into ash. A mass of black flesh filled to the brim with screaming faces slowly crawled up from the forest, leaving behind a trai

Rain had begun to fall not the gentle rain of mourning, but a harsh deluge that turned dust to mud and made the stones slick with a mixture of water and blood that pooled in every crack and crevice. Aldric's generals twisted beasts of curse tore through what remained of Hollowshade's defenses like wolves through paper. These were not the shambling dead I had faced before, but creatures of pure malevolence, crafted from the darkest corners of the Cursemaker's imagination and given terrible life by Aldric's will.

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.

Lyle put an arm around her to steady her, but I noticed his eyes came flickering back to me. A drow is a type of dark elf that are known for their otherworldly abilities. They are said to have a connection with the underworld. A regular elf connects with life and mother nature, while a drow connects with death and darkness. Two different sides of the spectrum.However, a drangel is something even more rare. They are winged elves that were greatly reduced in number due to conflicts with the dragons years ago. They are serious-minded and considered ruthless. I remember when I was reading a book, I confused them with fairies, but my mother told me they were nothing like fairies.

Silently I cast an [Appraisal] on the dead corpse. {Name: Seed of the Deep Ones Threat Level: 3 Type: Undead/ Parasite Description: A parasitic monster that latches onto a host and slowly draining the life of their host, gains the strength of 2/3 of their host. The seed of the deep ones was a monster that feeds on souls and mana, prefers living environment was underwater, only able to stay out of water for only 24 hours. Classified as a hunter and a collector for a Deep one: Chutlusia, lord of the underwater.}

—monstrous hybrids with elongated limbs, patchy fur, and eyes that held the terrifying, liquid gold of a soul that had been harvested and then discarded. They didn't howl. They shrieked—a high-frequency, electronic sound that made Lyra’s ears bleed. "They’re 'Glitched', Silas!" Lyra shouted, stepping between Kaelen and the approaching monsters. "The 'Synthetic Divinity' is clashing with the 'Real World' shift! They aren't wolves... they're 'Deleted Data' that refuses to die!"