Gyeongseong Creatures Novelas e Histórias

The humans went about their business eating dinner and getting ready for sleep; oblivious to what went on inside the large canopy of the dense trees. Deep inside the forest, the scent of blood hung thick in the air. The night had gone eerily quiet as the five creatures were standing in a loose circle. They were oddly shaped- a cross between an orc and a goblin with limbs sprouting from their bodies at odd angles. Their eyes were mere sockets, lidless and black orbs and a slit for a mouth with a set of crisscrossed pincers and a long nose to complete their look. They were the hycwens, a blood-thirsty race of wild and untamed creatures that killed for sport and ate anything that moved.

People are scrambling and running towards the forest to hide. I zoom in on what everyone is frightened of and it makes me want to vomit. There are these weird looking creatures that appear to have various features from a bird, feline, bear and wolf. Maybe human too? There eyes are completely black. Some have three arms or two heads and their flesh smells as though it is rotting. Whatever they are I don’t think they are truly alive. “Kale!” “On it Katerina, get Cedar and Joy out of here!”

The chubby guy, Song Que, was also stunned. Everyone was a top God Realm Master, but they didn't dare to approach the black and white waves of Yin and Yang, for fear of being trapped by the power of the rules in the Hungry Ghost Path within. If that happened, they would never be able to leave this deathly silent world again. However, the giant strange fish that had the size of a mountain seemed to have been reborn and rolled freely in the waves. "Are these creatures natives of the Hungry Ghost Path?"

I shook my head and crossed my arms over my stomach, trying to stem the panic that I was beginning to feel now that everything was calmed down. "Sanshas. They are the most poisonous creatures on Draygonia. Not as bad in our Draygon forms. Just a mild burning and itching. But in our natural forms, one touch of their poison will burn for days. We are forced to either shift or there is something we can use to neutralize it," he explained, reaching to undo my belt for the skirts. "But if not caught in time. It will burn you from the inside out." "Stop!" I ordered, grabbing his hands. "What are you doing?"

I frown. Then my pulse rises. “So, I’m dead? And this is punishment before I ascend to Heaven?” Sin’s beautiful face scrunches. “No. No, you are not dead, November. Stop thinking that, it drives me crazy. Just listen to me.” He pants. “Ghouls, the things that attacked the mansion the other day. I created them during my first attempt in creating life. Then came the Fairies. They were nothing like humans, so I continued. Then came the Minotaur, then Trolls, then the Goblins, and then, Djinn, the Centaur, Cyclopes, Ogre, then the hilarious looking ones, the Leprechauns.”

It's more like he's pleased to see me but is trying to hide it. Goosebumps rise on the back of my neck, and a sick feeling floods my stomach. I feel the same dread I did at that bar before the Silver Hunters showed up. Am I having another premonition? I've barely asked the question when there's a noise behind me. I spin around just in time to see a group of three monstrous creatures emerging from the mist. They're unlike any supernatural creatures I've ever seen before--they're large, with mottled skin, claws, and teeth that look capable of tearing apart a human with ease.

"Open!" Gideon shouted, breaking through the thick wall of white steam. His eyes glowed with a soft golden hue, revealing a massive creature over a thousand feet long thrashing wildly. "Damn!" he exclaimed in surprise. "No. This isn't a serpent!" Gideon focused intently, realizing his mistake. The creature, covered in dark cyan scales, had three claws on its abdomen. Its head was a bizarre blend of a horse and a lion, topped with a single black horn.

The announcer say Cull's name and all my senses come alive again. The Balsig creature Cull is fighting is one of the more disgusting looking beasts. It looks like a pile of solid black sludge with a massive nose, ferocious fangs, and no eyes. Its arms are long, but its legs are short. Its claws look like brown knives. The last one we saw fight Xiu said it was from Gaimo and it made sense. No one would spot this thing in a swamp. The Balsig is smaller than the other beasts, but I still don't envy Cull's position.

My eyes darted from tree to tree, searching for an escape, for anyone or anything that might help me. A rustling came from the left. Then another from the right. Zeus stopped, turning his head. Different figures began to emerge from the trees. But they weren't wolves, and they don't look like humans. They had long limbs, hunched backs, eyes glowing faint gold. Their teeth gleamed when they hissed. “Hold on,” Zeus said, tightening his grip on me. The first one lunged. Zeus twisted sideways, his knife catching the creature’s neck in one clean slice. Blood sprayed the leaves.

Giselle asked, her voice dark and heavy all of a sudden. "Tell us," I urged. "Have you ever heard those old tales of the Madredard Drakkons?" She asked. "Those ancient creatures that used to wreak havoc." "You mean those mythical creatures?" Waylon asked. "Oh no, they were not mythical. They were real," Giselle replied, her tone dark and tense, "They existed in those ancient times along with the gods. The current Drakkons are the descendants of gods and those fierce creatures!" "Who told you that?" I asked, intrigued, but at the same time, I wouldn't say I liked where this was going.