Grotesque Novels & Stories

Roger chuckled, expelling a mocking sigh as his face contorted into an expression of pretend sympathy. "You are such a dupe, sweet little love. You should have noticed how curious it was in the first place. Have you ever wondered how I could get out of the locked closet so fast? It was impossible to break out of it without any help, my pet. That damned old thing was fucking solid."

Almost Gregor’s body twists unnaturally as the shift starts, his bones cracking loudly, echoing through the room. His hands contort, claws sprouting unevenly, but his fingers remain mostly human. His face elongates halfway into a snout before stopping, leaving him in this grotesque, mangled state. Blood pours from his injuries, now worsened by the failed transformation.

It woke her up a bit, but the vision of that arm seemed painted in her mind. She suddenly wasn’t sure if she could continue. ‘God, now I feel like an idiot… I can understand why Alastair didn’t want me to come here’ that revolting smell that came from the corpse-less-limb surrounded them, becoming stronger as they walked further. She realised then that the sight they would meet would be gruesome. Very gruesome. When they came across the place the smell came from Alexis almost fainted at the gruesome sight before her. The goblins, small and green, with cystic acne like texture marring their faces and sharp teeth which they sunk into other goblins, ripping apart their meat.

The beings—if they can even be called that—are grotesque abominations that defy nature itself. One creature shambles forward on legs that don't match—one human, one distinctly canine, and a third that appears to belong to some kind of reptile, complete with scales and claws. Its torso is a patchwork of flesh, with what looks like bird wings grafting awkwardly from its shoulders, too small and malformed to provide flight but large enough to create an unsettling silhouette.

Even if it made him weak before everyone’s eyes but at least his heart was cleared from the crushing weight after all. “The man you selected as your host too.” Zadicus retorted, reminding him that he had been living inside him for ten years. “Very well then. Let’s see if you can compete with my extremity.” Katastrofi challenged, moving his skeletal hand in the air. He had a skeletal appearance with the warrior’s armor but the ripped clothes around him gave him a frightening appearance, more like an angel of death. “Behold.” Katastrofi’ resonance abruptly turned dominant, twisting everyone’s features into strictness, mentally preparing themselves for the upcoming devastation.

I frowned in confusion but did what En just said. My eyes went wide as I saw a somewhat humanoid figure. It was massive and taller than any mountains I have seen. Its body was rotting and some of its flesh had fallen off. Its head was like a tree but withered and black goo was seeping out like sap from a tree. A large mouth was located near its abdomen, it whispered and howled incoherently, eyes dotted all over its body, some had rotted off while others were crying the same black goo that was seeping out of its head. The black goo pooled near its feet as it slowly turned into the miasma.

I cried and begged but he covered my mouth with his palm, his other hand on my throat, gently strangling me. “You like, huh?” he asked as he pounded into me. “Chris, please,” I managed, my voice barely above a whisper. Alex stood, leaning against the bed as he massaged his manhood in my face and watched Chris tear through me. I held out my hands as I struggled to push him off me, but he was too strong. His eyes were different. Something darker lay there: it wasn’t affection; it was vile. He hit me hard; harder and I couldn’t even cry.

Amara's body shook with repugnance, she hated that sound. In a turning fusillade she looked around but found the room was empty. Amara kept having the kind of disturbing, lustful groans since a while. "Wow she is delicious and beautiful from head to toes." There was an insatiable hunger in his words. "What a mesmerizing fragrance." He breaths out the words of thirst. "She is now a complete woman. Her soft body, those entwining curves, everything is mine." He roared in an order. "I had been waiting since ages for you my beauty...." That monstrous laughter echoed in the room.

The creatures, a grotesque result of twisted experiments, sent shivers down their spines. It was more fearsome than the human inside this thing. Marcky, whose expression showed disgust, muttered, "What in the hell have they been doing here? This is beyond messed up." Marcky was lucky that he could keep himself calm; otherwise, he could have used his ability to do these things.

The figure in front of her was more frightening than the ones that were circling them previously. Picture a towering, monstrous humanoid figure with grotesque, elongated limbs covered in writhing, sinewy tendrils and tentacles, standing there in place of Xen. Its body was a nightmarish fusion of twisted flesh and dark, slimy appendages, giving it an unsettling appearance. The tendrils writhed and reached out in all directions, adding to the aura of dread and horror. His face, if one could call it that anymore, was a nightmarish visage of contorted features and malevolence.