Four Arms Vs Humungousaur Novels & Stories

"As much as I am fond of you, I am a very busy man." Behind where the god of dreams is seated is a beige wall and two open windows that show the view of stars, galaxies, and random objects that are supposed to not be there, like boxes of chocolates the size of the moon, a statue of an angel floating around the windowsill, a decapitated robot, are those human bones?—, crumpled paper, and a lot more bizzare stuff. Surprisingly, it is quiet and calm despite the amount of random rubbish from whichever space the god was.

Even though he had been in a coma for several years due to his injuries, his arms still looked strong and powerful, and his hands were huge. He should be very tall. Aurora could not help but admire him.

I turned my attention back to the puzzle, fitting the T-Rex tail to the body, the legs to the hips, the tiny arms—ridiculously tiny for such a fearsome predator—onto the shoulders. “Why does the T-Rex have such small arms?” August asked, the question coming out as if he were pondering the great mysteries of the universe. “Because he didn’t need big arms. He had the bite.” “But if he fell, how would he get up?” “He didn’t fall.” “Everyone falls, Dad.” The sentence was so simple, so innocent, that it hit me like a punch. Everyone falls. Even monsters. Even kings. Even men who think they are invincible.

The creature that stepped out of the yellow, sulfurous fog was a monument to genetic agony. If the blind, scrambling Rejects that had just fled were the scavengers of this subterranean ecosystem, the behemoth now standing before Baraka was its undisputed king. It stood easily eight feet tall, its proportions a horrifying mockery of the human form. Its left leg was massive, swollen with dense, tumorous muscle tissue that dragged slightly with each step, while its right side was lean and corded like twisted steel cables.

He immediately exited the room and headed for the hallway, following his hunch. Justin's steps came to a halt when he saw a terrifying figure at the fire escape door. This creature has six eyes, two of which are common to humans, the other two are directly under each eye, and the other two are at the back of the head. Justin was surprised because his body was really like a monster. The creature had two legs that were exactly like those of a dinosaur, and its arms were as long as an octopus.

BOOMMM… Long Chen and the four-armed demon exchanged blows, causing a huge tremor in the area. Mu Huanhuan watched with some concern for Long Chen; she knew how powerful the four-armed demon was, but she didn't know how strong Long Chen had become since recovering from his severe injuries. "Indeed powerful! However, that is all. Coincidentally, I have three additional hands." The four-armed demon swung its second left hand toward Long Chen.

Right before he throttled her with his adorable human-like hands and ate her face. The larger creatures were less endearing. Some of them were a mixture of human and beast, and not cute like a cat-girl with ears and tail and sexy human body. More like a large cat that decided to walk upright and bulked up in certain areas to be able to do it. Massive thighs, elongated feet, extra girth around the waist for balance. They looked odd, but more than capable of kicking the shit out of you. Their hands tended to be the most human thing about them, and their faces the least.

Liquid fire pours across the underworld god's skin, seeping from under his armor reminding me of molten lava flowing in the depths of the darkest cave. In our past lives, when we fought Aodh I too didn’t remember him having four arms. This was new and presented a whole different challenge. The ambidextrous of Aodh, being able to use all four arms at once and still be able to block our advances was skill and experience. The hope inside me began to dwindle. But I would not break, and I would not give up. The three of us battled against Aodh with fierce intensity for what seemed like hours but was only mere minutes.

I gave Alexteris a look, indicating that how dare he not inform me of such information beforehand, and then turned to greet this scum uncle of the Queen Dowager. I saw a past middle-aged man of about forty-five. A lifetime of outdoors had weathered the face that resembled the Queen Dowager a little; and it had lost some of its aloofness. The many years of fighting had also marked his countenance with a harshness. But what really shocked me was his physique. He wore a hard steel that seemed to be hiding the explosive power of his honed physique. His corded arm muscles were far bigger than those of the boxers I'd watched on TV before. I swallowed with difficulty as I ogled at him. I had no dou

It was the most fucked up thing I’ve ever seen. Sculpted from porcelain or maybe marble, it stood seven feet tall, draped in a robe that was expertly crafted to look like actual fabric, spilling over the contours of a body underneath. Multiple arms protruded from the abdomen, some bent at the wrong angles, some ending in hooves, and some curved inward upon themselves like snakes.