Eldritch Monsters Novels & Stories

They rushed through the pools of blood which lined the streets, uncaring to tread upon it as their dark boots became covered in the thick red liquid. The sound of the screeching of night terrors and the powerful beating of their monstrous wings could be heard from the skies above Elkshire. They were large dragon-like creatures, living shadows born of darkness. Their eyes were black as their bodies, and they moved like arbiters of death through the night, drawing near and raining fire upon the city below them. These creatures would, on occasion, dive down, plummeting towards the earth with a swift and silent descent, and they would fall upon men, tearing them limb from limb as the beasts rele

Scarlett asked, still feeling a little bemused. "Well, yeah. There's the good Mythics - the magic users; Wizards, Fairies, Nymphs, any sort like that. But they're all mostly extinct. While Vampires, Werewolves, Serpentine, and others monsters...are the bad guys. The Dark Mythics. Ever heard of Van Helsingr?" He asked her. "As in...the old school legend Dracula killer? That Van Helsingr?" Scarlett rose her brows in amazement.

Uncountable body parts and inner organs and red-black blood soaked most of the ground as far as the eyes could see. “How many creatures of darkness have you left? Nyarlathotep? You should know that I’m a god of matter and I could birth my lovely dark young infinitely no matter how many you have killed.” The lady in red smiles creepily at the butler in front of her while raising her hand. A dark creature with many black tentacles slowly gives birth from the pile of corpses behind her. Its hideous feature and many mouths bleated out a bleat like a young goat calling its mother.

"What are they." "A group of dark mages who made pacts with malevolent entities centuries ago" Eldric said. He turned his book around so I could see an illustration on the page. It showed a figure surrounded by swirling darkness. "They traded their souls for power. In exchange they gained abilities far beyond normal magic." "What kind of abilities" I asked. I studied the illustration. "The ability to move unseen" Eldric said. "To bypass magical wards and physical security. To use dark magic that normal weapons cannot touch. And most importantly the ability to feed on human suffering and grow stronger from it."

' Spectral wolves materialized from the mist—ghostly forms with glowing eyes, fangs bared—lunging at Drake, dragging him back into the dark. 'Fight them!' I screamed, pulling off the cock, cum bubbling from my lips. The specters tore at him, howls echoing, suspense ripping my heart as the warriors kept fucking me, lost in the orgy. Drake vanished into the shadows, Selene's laugh following, the grove fracturing further under Mira's spell.

My best friend tells me, her voice trembling with worry. Quickly, I squeeze my eyes shut, tightening my grip on Cora's. I'm slowly losing my mind, unsure of what's going on. There are still students around, so how are we being attacked right now? Cora's back collides with mine, our fingers entwined. "What are those things?" I ask her. Her voice shakes when she speaks, her trembling fingers squeezing mine. "They are fearwraiths," Cora whispers. "Creatures that feeds on fear. The more terrified you are, the stronger it becomes. And when it takes enough fear from you... you fall into a coma. Then eventually..." Her breathing shudders, "...eternal sleep."

Alaric braced beside me, his sword drawn now — gleaming silver and runed. “Here we go,” he muttered. The rift tore open with a roar. From within it poured creatures I’d never seen before — jagged-edged beasts with silver-black skin, spider limbs tipped with blade-like claws. Their eyes glowed bright blue. The knights didn’t hesitate. Neither did I. The first monster lunged, and I met it with a blast of lightning that split it down the center. Blood and smoke filled the air. Alaric was a blur beside me — sword slashing, one hand raised in practiced control over his mana-infused strikes.

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.

“Every damn monster Draven’s dug up. Corrupted wolves, shadow things, stuff that shouldn’t see daylight. The forest’s crawling with them, Alpha. It’s like a black wave. And leading the charge…” “Draven himself?” Kale jumped in, jaw set. She just nodded, looking like she’d seen hell and then some. “Yeah. But he’s bigger. Wrapped in shadows that move on their own. Not alone, either, he’s got these creepy robed weirdos with him. Smell like old bones and worse.”

Chiri could hear their malicious whispers. Dhryzic’s were abominations for mages. They were criminals that possessed no dark magic lineage, but who had the audacity to use it for their own purposes. Unlike elemental mages, anyone that displayed even a remote affinity for magic could become a dark mage through study. However, to do so without descending from a family that held a long tradition of dark magic was forbidden. Considered, the bane of pureblooded magic mages Dhryzic’s were abominable creatures, only deserving of the lowest positions within their society.