Grotesque Novels & Stories

Snake sat before the embers of the fire that had long gone out. He was staring into space, his one eye blinking rapidly, mind working furiously. Stroking his ruined face, he grimaced, making him look even more grotesque. His face was a ruin, twisted by some old violence that had never healed clean. One eye was gone, the socket collapsed into a shadowed pit, while the other glared with a feverish brightness that made his ugliness more menacing. The left side of his forehead caved in, as though some brutal blow had crushed the bone long ago, giving his skull a warped, unnatural shape. The scars dragged his mouth into a crooked sneer, so that even silence looked

" Well, now that the presentations have been made, masters of lycanthropes come and see what happened with these mutants." We advanced to the edge of the ditch before being seized by a monstrous smell. " I used my powers to reduce the putrid smell but I imagine that for lycanthropes it is not always enough." Indeed, Aisha was right, and even more so for Greg and me whose abilities were more developed than the others. It was an aberration but not only at the olfactory level, no, the sight of Rotting Corpses made me want to throw up all my guts so that I put a hand in front of my mouth to keep myself from rejecting my dinner. It was awful, it looked like a mountain of stinky zombies decomposin

The ground beneath them seemed to erupt as vile, twisted creatures emerged as far as the eye could see, bringing with them a stench that was so overpowering a multitude of hands flew upwards to cover their faces with the masks of their attire as they gagged violently. The rotting flesh of the gargantuan beast that seemed to detach itself from the mountainside rippled disgustingly as it lumbered towards them, vile fluids oozing from the open sores and dripping down onto the mass of creatures swarming below it.

Its body contorted, twisting into impossible positions. The air was heavy with the stench of corruption, the scent of decay and death. Tristan's stomach churned, his senses recoiling from the gruesome spectacle. As abruptly as it began, the convulsion subsided. The Emissary's body slumped, its chest heaving with ragged breaths.

I could hear their voices and they were worried. “I am here guys…what the…?” I stopped in my tracks, as I came face to face with a grotesque creature coming from the depths of the boiling hell. It was small, part wolf, part human. Suddenly, its wrinkled devil’s face turned to me and squeaked with its twisted jaws. Its sharp teeth were intriguing to me as they were like ours. It gave me a feeling of pure hate and evil shown in its dull black eyes. Its repulsive smell made me avert my head in Liam’s direction.

Damien's breath hitched audibly, composure melting. Even I, who had to be quiet, couldn't help a small gasp. These corpses were thoroughly shrunken, as though every last drop of water, blood and whatever fluid in them were sucked out. Their countenances were in a forever state of horror and I could see huge, fattened maggots crawling in and out of their orifices. “Tell me you have seen such a thing happen before, alpha, and I will fall upon my sword for disturbing your peace.”

Venus is suddenly grateful that she has not finished her breakfast above. The figure is like a human, but his appearance… Venus gulped down her saliva that felt strange. The face of the figure truly reflected chaos and rot. Small maggots adorned his face, which was very broken and flabby, like rotten meat left unchecked. However, the rot looked very fresh, as if the face had never run out of rotten meat even though hundreds of grubs live there. Venus swallowed again. She could barely take her eyes off the creature's eyes which were filled with disgusting little maggots. Venus closed her eyes. She turned around with one hand scrambled around her waist, while the other hand massaging her foreh

Creed felt disgusted just from the glimpse of their hideous appearance. The horde moved with no sense of direction or purpose. They kept crushing and stomping over one another mercilessly. The ground was swarming with mud, blood, and organs. Not only that, but some of them are also devouring and gorging on each other's flesh. An indiscriminate chaos was bubbling among the horde. "Argh! Crap… " Creed muttered with a disgusted squint, "Ghouls!! so many of them…"

Its skin was shriveled, like a dried riverbed, with festering patches that exposed blackish-brown muscle beneath. The abdomen was bloated with gas, stretched tight as if ready to burst. The face was badly deformed, its features twisted. One corner of the mouth skewed, and the half-open eyes, with clouded pupils, stared fixedly at the ceiling. A faint stench of decay drifted from the body, more pungent than formalin. It carried an unmistakable odor of rot.

Its tiny head was way out of proportion with the rest of its body. Unlike normal zombies, this one's face was disturbingly bloated. Its skin hung in heavy folds, and one tiny eye was nearly swallowed by fat while the other bulged grotesquely outward. It looked like a giant chocolate sphere jammed into a mound of flesh, ready to pop out at any second. Its three chins merged into its neck, the fat forming a pyramid-like mass that covered its entire body. But the worst part wasn't the layers of sagging meat—it was what crawled between them.