Grotesque นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

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.

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.

Her legs are exposed. And they’re dark green and scaly. Monstrous. Abnormal. Supernatural.

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