H G Wells Fictional Species Novels & Stories

“Yes…they were even worse. They were tall and hairy and strong with razor-sharp claws. One of them ripped Jullious apart.” “I believe these are the same as the evil creatures of the evilest one, Raka. I read of these beasts in one of the Books of Over-All Knowledge in the Vale. Velsusi told me that they could only be created through great evil. We used to joke about it. I know of them too from the prophecies of the great Sar, but we never thought they would truly come again.” “What do we do now?” “First, tell me more about what happened in Rylltòl.”

The harsh bite of the uncompromising words of Elphame cut the pirate queen to the quick. The slide changed and a hideous fleshy creature appeared. It was like a mythical creature mixed but rotted and wrong, “I don't what you call this, but we know them as Flesh golems. I suspect they are much more complicated than that. Each one is constructed out of animal parts, and listen to one master.” The slide changed to large bear wolf hybrids walking on all fours. Most of them looked unhappy to be in the presence of the dog people, “They have mounted division, again I don't know what these are, but they look strong.”

~ Elizabeth frowns when she doesn’t understand a lot of David’s signs. “Then? Why can’t I come then?” ~You’d die there.~ Huh? “What do you mean, I’d die there?” ~For some reason I still don’t understand, caves seem to spawn the most dangerous creatures that are above the normal category but not yet in the superspecies category.~ Elizabeth was familiar with David’s categories. He explained them a night before. Normal animals were comparable to animals that came from Earth but creatures of the superspecies category could be likened to the creatures of ancient times such as the dinosaurs.

“Dreils are... Dreils. Not ‘Willies’. That word is… degrading.” “Oh, so they’re a higher breed then?” I ask, not actually believing I'm buying into this bullshit, and he nods once. “So if they’re not humans, or 'Willies' as you call 'em, then how’re they living on Planet Earth?” I demand, my voice sharp. “They’re a species from Meltia, that escaped to Paesnia or ‘Planet Earth’, as you call it.” The way he says “species” sets my teeth on edge, but I bite it back. “And why would they run?”

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.