Grotesque Novels & Stories

Dark energy crackles, lashing out. Get down! Kieran’s voice, useless and frantic, but the instinct is mine. I throw myself sideways. The corrupted earth where I stood explodes. Chunks of blighted soil rain down. The backlash hits the corrupted form. A shriek, unearthly, agonized. The carefully constructed body… fractures . Mossy skin splits, revealing writhing darkness beneath. Glowing veins rupture, spilling sickly light like pus. It stumbles back, clutching at its chest, howling. Not pain. Rage. Betrayal.

As it crossed into a patch of yellow bioluminescence, Baraka’s breath caught in his throat. It was roughly human in size, but the proportions were grotesque. Its arms were elongated, the elbows possessing an extra joint that allowed them to bend backward. The skin was pale, translucent, and stretched tight over protruding, jagged bones that had grown wildly out of control. It wore no clothes, only the tattered remnants of what looked like a hospital gown clinging to its waist. But it was the face that made Baraka’s blood run cold.

“Can you make yourself visible at least? I don’t enjoy talking to nothing, it makes me feel crazy.” Movement out of the corner catches my attention and I watch as Knox emerges. It’s almost as if he’s stepping through a door I can’t see. He’s not translucent. Not glowing or hovering the way you expect a ghost to be. He just is. Tall, lean, and heartbreakingly handsome in a rugged way. His clothes are casual, black ripped jeans and a baggy black T-shirt, but they look well-worn and frayed. I have the urge to go to him, to touch him.

' The man said as he let out a low and dark chuckle. Purple was shaking with anger. The man immediately stopped laughing when he felt the girl’s stop struggling; he opened his eyes widely to receive something sticky and slimy in his eyes. 'YOU BITCH!!' He growled in disgust as he removed his grip from the Girls' hands and rubbed his eyes to remove the spit from it.

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

" 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.