Grimm Creatures Novels & Stories

There were goblins, the creatures with green wrinkled skin, pointed ears, and their pointed teeth where their saliva is already dripping. From the rocky side of the field, Golems were given a life. Their bodies were made of massive rocks from the filled, and they were few meters high as they stood. They stomp their stone feet making the entire ground shake. Once again, the hole emits black smoke and a humanoid figure was materialized into the miasmatic air. They have a physique similar to humans, but they can't stand properly for their spine were exposed at their backs. Their long and thin tongue is stuck out as if they are already craving human flesh.

I frown. Then my pulse rises. “So, I’m dead? And this is punishment before I ascend to Heaven?” Sin’s beautiful face scrunches. “No. No, you are not dead, November. Stop thinking that, it drives me crazy. Just listen to me.” He pants. “Ghouls, the things that attacked the mansion the other day. I created them during my first attempt in creating life. Then came the Fairies. They were nothing like humans, so I continued. Then came the Minotaur, then Trolls, then the Goblins, and then, Djinn, the Centaur, Cyclopes, Ogre, then the hilarious looking ones, the Leprechauns.”

“This, dear Emma, is Kaliratri’s Embrace. A sacred chamber, inspired by the night of the goddess herself. Here, creatures of myth come to feed, fuck, and fight.” Below, an Asura—a hulking demon with molten skin and four arms—was being ridden by a Maenad, her wild hair lashing about as she screamed in ecstasy and madness. On the next platform, a golden Satyr lapped at the feet of a six-breasted Yakshini, her laughter hypnotic and sweet. Emma blinked. “Are those…?” “Greek and Hindu creatures, yes,” Terra smirked. “This is Grimkeeper. All myth is real here, and all hunger has a place.”

What Elizabeth saw was not a common artesian fountain, in which everything was static and water flowed, but statues of all kinds, shapes and sizes, winged horses, angels, sea creatures you could not even imagine if you did not see personally, and many other human or less human creatures made up the fountain, moved freely playing with water making it run continuously in various ways. Furthermore, those statues moved their body, as if they were not built of stone, but had joints and were made of flesh and bones. However ... they were petrified. “Gargoyle”, said Mrs. Harmony. “Magic statues came to life. You will meet them everywhere. In various forms ... Human, or mermaid, or fantastic creatur

Cent’s wary reaction earned her a pat on the head from Steffan. “Silly girl. This is absolute talent, I tell you. By the way, what are these? I get that these horned ones are demons, but what are these small creatures?” Cent was about to answer him that she did not know and only saw these creatures in her dreams, but she was stopped midway when the shadows hissed the names of the creatures. “Goblins,” said Cent. Steffan whistled from her reply. “You got some awesome imagination, Maleficent. You keep on surprising me.”

Unlike others he is not wearing a helmet, his lower face is covered in dark black beards only left in place now revealing an evil smile. Hairs hanging on each side of his face are a bit longer than his neck. The right eye is usually brown but his left eye is pure black without any round eyeballs. A reflection of white light from the thunder moves from right to left in his shiny black left eye. The cart stops near the raised platform near him. The short man steps down from his horse and opens the gate. "Time to die, bitch," he spits out. "Can't bear me any longer," mocks Alicia.

The white light coursed through his veins there. "It's better than just our plan." Aiden said before he faced the Dark Witch and Godfried again, "Listen, old man." He noticed Godfried's ears twitch, "We don't need to do this. You don't need to do this." "It's already too late." A guttural voice came from Godfried as he let out a high-pitched howl. Out from the thick shadows of the trees behind them stepped forth the hideous creatures they knew. Most were quadrilateral beings, while only a few were on their hind legs. Grey skinned, hairless monsters with soulless eyes and ichor streaming down from their jaws. They screeched and snarled. They clawed at the snow with eager temptation. Aiden lis

My words died in my throat as we rounded the corner and came face-to-face with a horde of snarling, slavering beasts, unlike anything I'd ever seen. The rest of my men, equal parts furious and shocked, stood around our fallen comrade, firing off rounds of bullets into the wave of beasts as they charged. The shots rang out, the sound deafening, as just some of the creatures fell to the ground, their blood spilling onto the forest floor. “ Oh shit! What the heck are these things?" Alan exclaimed, almost in a whisper, his eyes wide with shock but my sharp shifter hearing picked it up. This was bad. Real bad. My grandmother's stories didn't come close to describing the grotesque monstrosities of

"We were stressed when we heard the tremors." Liam bowed his head. "It shall be done, Luna." As Liam and the others ventured deeper into the mines, Aveline, Killian, and Elder Brandt examined the fallen creatures. Their bodies were unlike anything they had ever seen, a grotesque fusion of animalistic features and otherworldly elements. "They're not werewolves," Killian observed, his brow furrowed. "Nor are they any creature I've ever encountered in the forest." Elder Brandt, his eyes filled with a deep sadness, knelt beside one of the creatures. "They are a reminder," he said softly, "of a time long forgotten, a time when magic was wild and untamed."

It’s what a Nymph becomes once tainted by the Crone’s magic, just like the Gravewolves, the Wingrakes, and the Fleshbounds—creatures created… mutated by the Crone. Eliana stands perfectly still now, her new form rigid and waiting for its purpose. The Crone steps back and looks over Eliana as if admiring her own handiwork. “I’m always fascinated by what my power does to creatures. And this one… this one is a masterpiece.” Hearing Lily’s wail makes the rage in me burn bright. My shaking hands rise, and I scream. Light flashes across the floor as a demon’s hand bursts through it. The ground splits open in its wake, a jagged fissure forming as it claws toward its target.