Grotesque Novels & Stories

I’m still frozen, locked in my steps. Completely stuck like someone’s glued me to the bloody floorboards. Every part of me’s screamin’, beggin’ to run, but my limbs won’t budge. This again? He looks taller than I remember. A bit broader too. And up close, he’s grotesque. His skin’s a pasty grey with dark purple blotches, like bruises on a corpse. His face looks unfinished, like some twisted sculptor gave up halfway. There’s no proper nose, just three uneven holes gaped open across his flat snout. His eyes? Just black. Like staring into a pit. No whites, no irises. Just two oily voids.

Surely it had been human once, alive and breathing, but now, it was a parody of humanity, a force of utter filth, borne of hatred and malice. She laughed bitterly, exposing rotten teeth.So close was she that Mrs Feeney could smell the scent of death on her.How long had her mortal remains been buried, for it to have the smell of grave rot in her spirit form? “So, old woman, you can see me?Truly an interesting turn of events.Tell me, are you the one protecting her?” “I owe you no explanation,”Mrs Feeney replied more forcefully.“You do not belong in this world!” She took a few steps closer and Mrs Feeney could see her more clearly.

(Alehandro) Just like him, Sasu and I were also wondering the same thing. The corpse of the monster that attacking us for the last minutes was obviously very odd, the body was varied, there's a human-like body, a goblin's body even an orc bodies, and on that 6 dead bodies there several similar points to it. Every single of them possess the head of a structure similar to an octopus like appearance, also the bodies were very much decayed. In just a simple glance one can see rotten flesh hanging and the skins were already blackened.

And, Debuk.. Ardina's body hit someone and fell to the ground. She lifted her head, her eyes began to see the figure from below to right in the face. There, before her now, was a creature more terrifying than Asmodeus. The creature was tall, large, and pointed ears upwards with a nose like a pig. Yes, he does look like a pig. Tiny tail, fat belly and flat nose. And one thing that made Ardina nauseous being close to him was that his body smelled like sewage. Not just one, but four other creatures behind him with different shapes.

I wanted to pluck my heart out. Suddenly, a cacophony of snarls and growls broke out. The ground quaked, unsettling everyone around. There was a loud rattling as shadowy figures began to make their ways into the Colosseum. The grotesque creatures - werebies, a horrifying blend of werewolf and zombie - circulated the whole place.

It was a monstrous creature, its grotesque form blending seamlessly with the malevolence of the night. A troll, twice the size of a man, stood before them, its gnarled skin covered in warts and scars. Its eyes glowed with an insidious hunger as it snarled, revealing rows of jagged teeth. The goblins halted their pursuit, cackling with glee at the sight of their newfound ally. Leori's mind raced, searching for a plan, a way to overcome this seemingly insurmountable obstacle. He locked eyes with his companions, their shared determination unspoken but palpable. In that fleeting moment, they knew they had to fight for their lives.

The sight before Lisa was both haunting and macabre. Two lifeless bodies lay sprawled on the forest floor, their contorted forms telling a tale of violence and death. The stench of decay hung heavily in the air, assaulting her senses and intensifying her feelings of horror and disgust. She approached cautiously, her steps hesitant, unwilling to disturb the grim tableau before her. The moon's feeble light cast eerie shadows, painting a ghastly portrait of the lifeless figures. Lisa's heart raced, her mind racing to comprehend the ghastly scene unfolding before her eyes.

I peered with my torch and squinted my eyes in the darkness. And then, I see them. Huge blobs of unidentified creatures on both sides of the corridors- behind me and in front. They have me all surrounded, and now, I have no idea which and where to go. They growled, moaned, and groaned. Human limbs were sewn against them, and I couldn't help but fight the urge to puke. The stench was unbearable and suffocating. My eyes almost broke down. Three heads sat each upon the two humongous amalgamates. And their lips were sewn and bleeding. Their skin was of the color of decay and grime.

I gagged, bringing my hands to clasp around my throat because a very foul stench of decay was accompanying him. The creature's skin appeared ghostly and pale, as though it might peel away with the slightest touch. Long black hair flowed down its body, and I couldn't shake the fear that it looked grotesque. Adorned in dishevelled regalia and a hooded cloak concealing its face, it left only a little peek at his jaw and a crooked smile that had grown on its dark lips.

They emerge from a hole in the ground, a dark and menacing opening that seems to be the very gate to the underworld. The Drider, an equally terrifying entity, accompanies them. Its appearance is a grotesque blend of spider and humanoid, with a body covered in dark hair and long, sharp legs that creak with every movement. Its eyes, a bloody red, reflect pure malice and an insatiable thirst for power. Together, Drider and the Skinning of the mind are the embodiment of horror, a sight that could chill the bravest of souls to the bone.