Homunculi Novels & Stories

But I chuckled over him, trying to sidestep the albino. "Would love to stay and chat, but I really must be going—" "You can't leave," Maxim said, slamming his cane three times into the floor, creating an arcane circle to summon his henchmen. The Homunculi peeled themselves out of the shadows on the floor, little thin papery men that were strong enough to hold most supernatural critters down. Including me. "You know the rules of this house. You cannot start fights on neutral territory." "He didn't!" Nadya loudly shouted in the way a drunken person might, with little regard for anyone else but getting their point across. "I fucking did! Pocket!"

“You should ask Amy. All I know is that we need to perform three cleansings over three days on you and your friend, in order to rid you guys of all your parasites without leaving an open wound. Then, you can come into the Manor, and we can perform the ritual to unchain Ku— the shadow.” He narrowed his eyes. “You had a name for it.” “I call him Kujo.” He tried not to laugh and failed. “Oh, right! Like Stephen King’s novel Cujo!” “Well, he’s big and angry and dangerous like a rabid Saint Bernard, right?” “Right!” He laughed heartedly a moment longer. “Sorry. You’re just full of surprises, young lady.” “Go figure, old man.” He elbowed me, laughing out loud again. When he calmed down, he took an

Lindsay yelled He opened his eyes and the wind threw Lindsay hitting her on the wall,, " Arrhhh" She shouted and immediately passed out. Rodolfo walked out of the Library immediately,, he continue walking in the rain,,,,,, everyone watching him hide in fear seeing his eyes and fingers. " That's,,,,,, that's,,,,, a,,monster " A boy of five years said and his mother immediately covered his mouth with her palm. Rodolfo couldn't control himself no matter how he tried,,, his eyes keep on bringing out blood. And each blood drop,,the humans die.

Suddenly, Adrian realized that these individuals indeed harbored ulterior motives. Adrian expanded his awareness, and the sight before him left him speechless. The entire hall was now teeming with an array of ghosts and monsters. Among them were towering old men with only one eye, lanterns swaying on a single leg, malformed boys with just one limb each, women clad in white exuding a bone-chilling aura, and skeletal figures draped in human skin...

All what he had learnt from his father’s notes, all what he had thought himself would finally show. He got his device and filled it with a total of five bottles. “What do they do?” Karou asked. “I specialize in all types of poisons and toxins. You can’t have that in a real gun so I had to manufacture my own kind of weapons”. “Looks fancy” Megumi said. The needle came out and he pierced the first guy in the neck and went over to rest. Needles changed of course. He was in a gang, his sense of hygiene didn’t have to go with it. He had already put that factor in his gun to change the needles with every dose.

Gigi instantly followed suit, doing the same thing. I barely processed what had happened when a scream left my lips at the monster that emerged. Her form was that of a wolf that had begun decaying, skin eaten away by bacteria, exposing the bones and organs inside her on her chest and legs. Her eyes switched to night vision and glowed a terrifying red. It was as if a zombie had climbed its way to earth in order to feed on all our pups.

I paused before adding, “I will try to question one of them when I go down to the dungeons.” “Okay, so you mean to say that thing is a zombie? What’s a zombie?” Lucas intervened, sounding confused and completely out of it. “A human turned creature.” Cassandra simply said. “Turned? Who turned them into creatures?” Lucas arched an inquiring eyebrow at her. “Well, we questioned one of them already. According to him, the Moon Howlers are experimenting on some humans and injecting them with some kind of venom which is turning them into those creatures but we still need to confirm that.” She told him about it but not before looking at me for consent to do so.

There they were hatching new generations of shape-shifting oborotni, of brutal kulaki or Fists, named so because their faces were giant clenched fists, of wily kosmopolity or Kosmops, whose beguiling squeaks grew louder as their stature diminished in their successive generations—the latest brood were the size of rats—and worst of all, krovososy, the crawling vampires whose human bodies had degenerated into a fat wormlike tube, tipped with a toothy snout. Or perhaps these scary images were yesterday’s news. Wasn’t there something about a new menace: former people, the living dead? Svetlana once again bitterly regretted her inattention in class. She had written down today’s definitions in a da

Its hulking form stalked forwards. Bile rose in my throat at the sight of its naked, bat-like body, belly swollen with God knew what. It looked exactly like the monster from Samael's book. The incubus spoke, voice grating like the clang of metal chains. “Ah, what a delightful encounter!” it howled, unsheathing razor claws. “Another idiot mortal ripe for devouring. This town is an endless buffet.”

Candles had been placed on the tables and benches around the central autopsy table, their fickle light reflecting off the corpse's flesh like moonlight on oil. There was a lantern on the table next to Viktor, illuminating the pages of the open notebooks. Viktor was sure that Dr. Tepes hadn't needed so much preparation to do the same, simply because he had much more experience and had collected artifacts associated with death and black magic, such as the baby-shaped homunculus.