Enfield Creature Novels & Stories

I laughed loudly, clutching my stomach as I chuckled at him. "Really! You're talking gibberish Dori. Those things do not exist, probably only in movies and what do you mean, they're closer than I think?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. Dorian's face hardened up and I began to her scared, "Eden, I'm telling you the truth. North Creekville Is a town filled with mythical creatures which you meet everyday." His voice was serious and stern. "How do you know that?" I asked. Dorian hesitated for a moment before answering. "Let's just say that I have some experience in dealing with these things," he said cryptically. "And if you want to know more, I can show you."

Katie Clyde answered after pondering for some time. The Old man's face became grim; that treacherous king of demons had escaped hell to be a lackey of someone. "Who is your boyfriend?" the Old man asked. Katie pondered for a long time before saying, "A werewolf." The old man burst into laughter before his face turned cold, and a chilling killing intent seeped out of his body, making Katie Clyde's face turn pale. He snorted coldly, "You may now die now." He was about to snap his fingers when Katie Clyde suddenly disappeared. His lips curled, and he taunted, "Marcus, how long will you keep running?"

What Edward had observed over those few minutes in the basement left me speechless. First of all, now he’d gotten a closer look at it, he agreed it was no demon from hell. In his supernatural eyes, it had a humanoid shape but moved on all fours, like a grizzly, and it was about the same size. We’d confirmed it understood my words, or at least their meaning, but he couldn’t tell if it was too weak to speak, incapable of verbal communication, or just didn’t want to even try.

The creature’s scream carved through the burning town like a serrated blade. It wasn’t human. It wasn’t animal. It was something engineered in the dark—something that had no right to breathe the same air as the living. And the moment Kiera heard it, the world around her tilted. Her pulse slammed against her ribs. Her breath vanished. Her vision blurred into streaks of fire and shadow. Ronan felt her panic spike through the bond—sharp enough to make him stagger.

As soon as we walk into the restaurant, I hear Citra, Jaiden, and Hawk deep in conversation with Bella, who’s back at the medic site. “Why are all these creatures circling the warehouse? It doesn’t make sense. They’re all loners, more animal than human. Why are they trying to get in with the Riding Hoods?” Jaiden asks. “There’s got to be a connection between them,” Bella says. “What kind of creatures have you seen?” Hawk starts listing. “Pixies. A rougarou. Several Loa. Kelpies. A goblin.” He trails off, eyes going wide.

When I was about to enter the car, I heard two pairs of footsteps exactly behind my head and then a strong hand covered my mouth with all its strength, while its other hand wrapped around my belly. Before I could make any sound, the strong hand picked me up from the ground as if he was carrying a doll and started stepping towards the opposite side of the road. I was struggling hard to set myself free from his grip but he possessed some monstrous strength. I couldn’t see the man who was holding me but I saw his companies. There were three more muscular men, all dressed in casual clothes without any warm clothes and their movements were as fast as light. I was trying to seek the attention of L

Rowan was helping Theo up. Seraphine had Elara. Evander was on his knees. Liora stood at the river. And between them— something rose. It was enormous. Human-shaped. Barely. Its body was made of roots, bones, soil, and pieces of old bells fused together. But its face— Mason stopped breathing. A little girl. Six years old. Tangled hair. Wide eyes. Liora’s face. The woman beside the river screamed. “No.” The creature opened its eyes.

Elena began. "What kind of dream?" Jess asked, suddenly interested. "I saw myself running through a forest and something was chasing after me. Then I stopped when I got a cliff and turned to see a hideous creature." Elena said then pause. "Were you able to make out the face creature? I mean can you describe the creature?" "Yes Aunt, it was a Manticore rare creature, it has a woman's face, unrecognizable through. The creature called out my name and asked me to come and it was then my sweet Eva woke me up for school."

"We gave it nothing." The chest of the beast heaved once, twice. Then its eyes—hazy, nearly colorless—rolled my way. "Eleanor." The name left its lips like a prayer and I flinched. Dylan stepped forward in an instant. "Do you know her?" The creature coughed, splattering black grime on the stone. The stench hit in a rush—salt, decay, and iron. Rhidian crouched. "Where are you from?" Its mouth moved, the words torn apart by a spasm. "...from below."

Holding the weapon out in front of himself, he began to move forward. "Stay behind me." He ordered as I began to move. As we moved, I took in the remnants of small animals that scattered the ground while images of those creepy scarecrow-looking things began to appear in my mind. "This is fresh." Elias murmured, stepping over a dead rabbit that was still spilling blood. "Looks like a wendigo." "Wendigo..." I repeated as the terrifying skeletal creature flashed into my mind. "Is there anyway to avoid them?" "No, unfortunately, they're excellent at camoflauge."