Grotesque Novels & Stories

Soon however, he knew what it was; for three grotesque looking beings appeared a few meters away from him. The new arrivals looked human, but their eye sockets were devoid of life. They had no pupils and their sclera was interspersed with several veins and arteries. Their clothes were in tatters and there were several abscesses visible from the holes in them. They walked with wobbly, unstable steps; and their exposed teeth were a deep yellow colour. The pungent smell of their bodies was so strong that Aiden could smell it from so far out.

Zach said as he reach for her face but his hand was rejected _" Your stubbornness, I like it." He playfully said as he took out a needle like gore creature and a twisted smile appear on his handsome face. The creature was about seven centimeter long and was shaped like a needle shaped worm, it's body was covered with rotten holes with extracted yellow liquid substance. ( A chaos creature? What is it doing here?) Yet the disgusting appearance and rotten stench made Taika felt disgusted. Zach completely ignore the expression and grab the milky slim long neck of Taika with strength not minding if she choke.

The howling grew louder, almost deafening, until it felt like the forest itself was screaming in warning. Out of the maelstrom, they emerged. Three monstrous creatures stepped forward, their forms grotesque and twisted. They were unlike anything Magnus, Lara, or Alex had ever seen—hulking beasts with elongated limbs and eyes that glowed a sickly yellow in the darkness. Their bodies were covered in matted fur, patches of rotting flesh visible beneath. Saliva dripped from their gaping jaws, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth.

Something pale, too thin, crawling through the undergrowth like a disease. The smell hit me next. It smelled rotten and moldy, and something even older than death. My gut turned to ice and then I saw it clearly. Not one but two twisted, stretched bodies, limbs bent in ways no living creature could manage. Their skin was grayish-white, almost see-through, and their mouths hung slack, as if they’d forgotten how to close them. One of them dragged a fresh corpse behind it, half-eaten, leaving a slick trail in the pine needles.

I’m not supportive, I’m deadly. Her house is decrepit. The smell hits me on the way up the driveway. This place isn't suitable for human life. Rotted meat wafts from the trash can, and my nose is all wolf picking up subtle musks and gross maggot-covered food items. Bodies of the white creatures dance atop the wet trash can lid.

what would I see, underneath? What did that loose-fitting mask hide? I wanted to look away from that horrible, sagging face and burning yellow eyes, but I couldn’t. I saw, in fleeting glimpses that curdled my guts, things writhing around the edge of the clearing. Things neither human nor animal, neither one thing nor another. Things made of twisted, polluted flesh. They were making those horrible sounds as they twisted and snapped and mounted each other, all to the tune of their own squeals. Whatever they were or had been, they snapped and thrusted into each other in hysteric mania. All this I only glimpsed, because as horrible as it was to gaze upon the man in yellow, it was preferable to t

Frank recoiled in disgust, his bowels desperate to evacuate. He lunged towards the door, but staggered and fell, his feet adhering to the carpet in a coagulated mess of the creatures' excrement. His knee hit one of the things and it thrashed violently. Instinctively, he shot to his feet and leapt for the door again. Again he fell, his fingers scratching frantically at the doorjamb. Something was crawling up his leg inside his trousers. He screamed in abject terror. It was moving up the back of his calf. He kicked his leg to try and dislodge it. It stopped for a moment, and then, as if with stronger resolve, slithered round to his shin and touched his kneecap. Frank lashed at the thing with h

Slowly, almost imperceptibly, the ancient creature in the room began to stir, its grotesque form emerging from the shadows with a sickening slowness. Adira recoiled in horror at the sight before her. The ancient was a ghastly sight to behold, its flesh rotting away to reveal the grisly remnants of its once-human form. Bugs and maggots writhed and squirmed around its decaying body, casting a foul stench that filled the air with the sickly scent of death. Even Lenora, who had maintained a stoic facade in the face of adversity, felt her stomach churn with revulsion at the sight before her. But she forced herself to remain composed, steeling her expression as Azaz

Gray, decomposing flesh. The smell hits me then—putrid, overwhelming, making my stomach heave. I scream. Can’t help it. Can’t stop it. The sound erupts from my throat as I stumble backward, staring at the decaying tissue clinging to my claws. “What the fuck?” Elara gasps, backing away. Her face is pale, her eyes wide with horror. “What is that? His flesh—it’s rotting!” Zane’s face is mutilated now where I tore into it. But there’s no blood. Just more of that gray, dead meat. And underneath—something worse. Something that looks like an evil incarnate.

she hissed, backing away toward the door. The thing didn't answer with words, Its body began to convulse, its bones snapping and popping with a sickening wet sound. The pristine robes tore as the creature’s frame expanded, its skin turning into a patchy grey color. Right in front of her eyes, the image of Zoran melted away, replaced by the hunched, purple-eyed abomination from the woods. It let out a low, hissing growl, its spine protruding in jagged ridges. It lunged forward, its bladed claws reaching out to grab her throat.