Grotesque Novels & Stories

The ground beneath him trembled as the monstrous silhouette of the creature emerged from the shadows. It was a creature of nightmares—a behemoth with scales as dark as the abyss, its eyes aflame with an otherworldly ferocity. The audience erupted into cheers, relishing the impending spectacle. Maximus, stripped of his weapons and clad in nothing but tattered remnants of his gladiator garb, faced a beast whose very existence seemed like a myth.

What welcomed him was a dark stench that smelled like raw meat. Isa and Agatha stood on the entrance door as still as the melting wax figures Mickey feared. “Guys?” he took small steps forward, shielding his nose from the stench. What he found was a dumbfounded Isa and Agatha staring at the grotesque image of a hideous decaying deer carcass that looked like the face of fear itself—eyes bulging open like inflated olives and flat teeth that looked like enlarged human molars smiled back. Its skin has been flayed off, revealing decaying red fat and muscles fed on by flies and maggots; its guts have been disemboweled, intestines hanging on the moist wooden planks a

She crushed the fingers and the owner snarled and yelped, and then she felt the hand yanked from her grip, as though pulled with great force. Beatrice spun around, instinctively ducking low, gasping in surprise when she saw the scene behind her. The figure skittering about the deck, was hideously malformed, a beast that had vaguely human features, but they were contorted, stretched or bent until it became nothing more than a grotesque parody of the person it had once been. Beatrice saw with despair that the creature was swathed in a dinner jacket, the white shirt soiled with dark fluids. This poor soul had come for a party, and had instead found horror.

He liked his trophies quiet; he liked his victims to be nothing more than instruments for his discordant music. Asmodeus loomed over her, a vision of absolute horror. He had lost the ability to wear a human mask. He was a hulking, skeletal wolf-thing, his gray muscles twitching under translucent skin, his ribs showing like a cage of rot. He moved with a jerky, unnatural grace as he dipped a gnarled claw into a bowl of thick, dark fluid—a mixture of his own necrotic blood and consecrated ash.

Gigi cursed under her breath. It had been afflicted for some time, and its appearances had begun to mutate into a non-gender-specific sludge. Its eyes were darkish, sunken eyes that were expressionless, and a bloated abdomen. Its skin drapes loosely on its body, and even though it was naked, the rotten was so malformed that I couldn't determine if it was a man or a woman. All I knew was that it had spotted us and that it was ravenous.

Now, he looked like a brother, a big brother who had lost his brother. He kneeled and unzipped the bag. I gasped in horror when I spotted his head and his dark brown hair. “Uh!!!” Luther covered his mouth and darted to the nearest bathroom. I immediately followed him and found him vomiting. “Fuck, no! It can’t be possible…!” He breathed and rested his head against the wall and closed his eyes. “He… can’t leave m….!” And the very first time I heard his cracked voice. He was broken!

He was about to have a go at the Wolf Queen when something happened. Something so horrendous that eyes that were living, had never witnessed. Something that made them drop everything and watch in horror. A putrid stench slowly filled the air as the barrier dissolved completely.A miasma began enveloping the surroundings, an assault that churned stomachs and clung onto senses. From beyond the shattered veil between realms, a procession of abhorrence began emerging, each step accompanied by the wet squelch of ruptured flesh and the sickening pop of gas escaping bloated remains.Grotesque figures emerging from the abyss. Their decomposing flesh hung in tatters, ooz

Ding Hao might have experienced countless weird things before and was used to the morbid sights of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, but he still felt extremely disgusted and was about to vomit at that moment. The Clay Bodhisattva looked as if someone had smashed a handful of mud into his face and the surface of what would be his flesh looked like melted leather, bubbling and churning very slowly. Fine and dense worm-like tendrils constantly oozed out of the grotesquely crumpled mass that was his face making his eyes, his nose, and his lips the only few semblances of a real human. Anyone could stare into his face and have nightmares. One look into such a

The Sorceress convulses, her screams blending with the elemental fury that engulfs her and she topples onto the ground. “No….this cannot….be….” she hisses and her skeletonial body begins to dissolve into a grostique heap until something begins to worm its way out of the dead Sorceress’ mouth. It is black and slimy. It looks like a slug, but it is as big as a snake. The thing sticks its head into the nighttime air before snapping its head in my direction.

She pulled the phone out of her purse and answered. "Hello?" "Miss Musso, a pleasure. I need my special order," said a male voice on the other line. "What a pushy customer," she thought. "A special order? What, size forty-five or something?" she asked sarcastically. Hearing this, Romero glanced at her from the corner of his eye. "I’m not talking about fabrics," the man responded angrily. "Then what are you talking about?" she asked, thinking this was some kind of prank. "Organs."