Gnawsher Lair Novels & Stories

Gina breathed. "In the flesh, though given the current neighborhood vibe, probably not for long," Trevor panted, his shirt torn and his face covered in soot. He had a massive hunter’s crossbow slung over his shoulder. "We found the secret entrance through the cellars. The whole place is crawling with those red-eyed freaks!" "Where is Lyra?" Gina asked frantically.

Watching. “Step carefully,” I whispered, signaling a halt. Elizabeth crouched beside me. “We’re near.” Behind us, Jareth and Mila moved silently. Both had earned their place here. They gave me curt nods, weapons gleaming in the dim moonlight. The entrance to Thorne’s lair was barely visible, just a narrow fracture in a crumbling stone wall, masked by tangled vines. But as soon as we slipped through, the air changed. Denser. Pressurized. Like walking into the belly of something ancient and breathing.

A low growl rumbled in her throat—a sound too deep for an infant. Elara stood, her heart racing. “What is it, little one?” The pup pointed a chubby finger toward the west, where the Whispering Caves loomed beyond the pines. Her lips moved, but no sound came out—only a strange, pulsing hum that made the mark on Elara’s wrist burn. Lira burst through the door then, her face ashen, a crumpled scrap of cloth in her hand. “Found this clamped in a wolf trap. It’s from Gareth’s pack.”

Shane and our leading scouts form a tight perimeter around the open hatch, their heavy arrows raised and aimed down the pitch-black stone steps that vanish into the earth. The golden beam of light continues to pulsate rhythmically, casting long, distorted shadows that dance across the interior walls of the subterranean stairwell like writhing serpents. From deep within the bowels of the mountain, a low, tectonic groan echoes up through the shaft, followed by the unmistakable sound of heavy machinery grinding to a halt and the distant, haunting resonance of an ancient wolf howl.

I shrieked, spinning around just as the center panel of the oak door exploded inward. A massive, terrifying creature forced its way through the shattered frame, tearing the iron hinges completely out of the drywall. It wasn't a majestic, proud wolf like Silas or his warriors. This beast was a living nightmare. Its grey fur was matted with dried blood and filth, torn away in raw patches that exposed angry, infected scars. Its jaw was dripping with thick, foamy saliva, its yellowed canine teeth bared in a permanent, rabid snarl. But it was its eyes that made my blood turn to ice—they were completely bloodshot, rolling wildly in its sockets with a mindless, starving madness.

Turning back just in time to have Sarah cold-cock me. Laila took over with such speed I had no chance at stopping her. Black hair sprouting from her arms. “You hit me!” She growled. “You geriatric old bitch.” Her feet spread out like plateaus, massive claws the size of my hand stared growing from her huge paws. Sarah winked at her, placing the key in the lock and swinging the door open. “What the fuck were you thinking?” I screamed out Laila’s elongated snout.

Entering the clearing, and seeing the black monster of the Night Soldier laying in the ground unmoving gave Edwin some concern, would it be alive, was the question that was on his mind, with his sight he noticed the black goo that was gushing from a wound of teeth. Then he heard a whimpering, that sent shivers down his spine his vision caught sight of a massive moon white wolf lying in the ground.

There surely wasn't anything on the cliff wall that might pour slime on her-wait…cliff wall? Kiran gasped, her eyes snapping open as the memory of her misadventures in Lahnthea jolted her awake. To her horror, she found what seemed like a giant lizard head staring straight at her. Its skin was a translucent light brown under the bright morning light, and its wide curious eyes were like pitch black pearls intent on devouring her.

With a heavy gait, he headed towards his lair. A huge building of the former metallurgical shop, a long-sold machine-tool plant, a loss-making business, a suburban area. It looks like an abandoned gray building with huge workshops and a bunch of rooms, spacious basements, communications are connected and functioning, it would never occur to anyone that there was a werewolf den. Alud, with the last of his strength, reached the territory of the plant, let out a summoning howl and lost consciousness.

the figure said. They looked. Beneath the cracks in the earth, something was moving. Something massive. Something that hadn't seen the light of day in thousands of years. "It's not a drone," Richard whispered, his face turning grey. "No," Joshua said. "It’s a Gravekeeper." The first Gravekeeper clawed its way out of the earth, its metal limbs grinding against the stone. It stood ten feet tall, its eyes burning with a cold, blue fire that made the drones look like candles.