Flesh Novels & Stories

Bathed in the blood-red moonlight streaming through the dome, the face let out a vicious, manic laugh. He hissed, "Ignorant, insignificant humans, who gave you the nerve to trespass into my territory? Very well, let your flesh, especially the blood flowing through your veins, merge with my body." Massive tentacles covered in grotesque flesh bubbles shot out in all directions. Juno and Franz stood below the flesh mountain, desperately slashing at the incoming tentacles. Petra, acting like a human bulldozer, roared and swung his hammer against the flesh mountain, but

His organs, flesh, bones, and everything inside had been violently shattered. Without internal support, his body collapsed into an empty husk—soft, limp, and completely drained.

Instincts rooted themselves deep. The beast was back. Scarred, older, but whole. Not divine. Not feral. Just real. Pain followed. Real, mortal pain - tearing through nerve and bone. His body returned in pieces. Lungs seized. Muscles clenched. Blood surged. Skin stretched over reformed flesh. Every inch screamed. The world reassembled itself in sensation: stone beneath him, damp and cold. The tang of iron on his tongue. Nyxar gasped. One breath. Then another.

Flesh against flesh. The weight of him, brutal and exuberant. Every hard thrust created a spark that would soon explode into a million stars.

And then, the breathing begins. Low. Ragged. Hungry. They crawl forward, one by one, clawing their way out of the dark like maggots from a carcass. Eyes milky white. Skin grey, shredded, pulsing with runes stitched into their flesh. A she-wolf with a jaw unhinged like a snake. A man with limbs too long, bent the wrong way. Something with no skin at all, muscles pulsing, oozing black ichor that sizzles where it drips.

The mаѕѕіvе соlumn оf flesh wаѕ lеаkіng fluid, аnd thе tаѕtе wаѕ a lіttlе ѕаltу and not at аll unрlеаѕаnt. Phyllis рut hеr hаndѕ on thе cheeks оf hіѕ аѕѕ and рullеd hіm dеереr іntо hеr mоuth. She wanted tо be naked with him, tо feel him uр аgаіnѕt еvеrу іnсh оf her skin.

“...After a thorough research…it has been found that, the most suitable materials..for replacing the Synthetic chemicals materials…is the oddly Slime flesh…it has identical compositions as any flesh…be it monsters or Humane beings..very susceptible to many manipulations…well preserved…and not only that…it was very durable…with all the test that we have done…we find out that compared to the Human skin and Flesh…this Slime Synthetic materials..were even harder that normal flesh..that 9 millimeter bullets shot from 5 meter away, could only penetrate about 1cm deep!!…”.

Her long legs, which should have been slender, had been peeled into pale bones, without even a trace of flesh on them. The flesh on her arms and abdomen were cut off as well. It was a creepy scene as if part of a person's body had been grafted onto a dried skeleton. It was extremely gloomy and weird. Ordinary people would almost throw up the overnight meal in their stomach when they saw it.

Suddenly, a loud sound like the slamming of a door sent me into a full dash towards where I thought the bedroom door was. If could just reach the light switch that was next to it.. Sharp pain began to shoot up my leg, my ankle starting to throb. It began to give out, but that didn't slow me down. I ran across the room, keeping one hand along the wall to guide me. As soon as my fingers touched the light switch, I flipped it. I turned to greet the most horrifying thing I'd ever seen. It's leathery, sagging skin was so pale and thin it was almost translucent. The visible veins and arteries added a purple hue that cast shadows on its sunken face.

As the flesh monsters' hearts were pierced, they immediately dissolved into pools of rotting meat, collapsing to the ground. Even after a while, there were no signs of regeneration.