Humanoid Monster Novels & Stories

“Hehehe… hahaha… hahahahahaha!!!” Gleaning Monster Cores appeared around him, as well as the destroyed bodies of what appeared to be crimson-looking monkeys—a striking variant of the Monkey Monsters and BigFoot Monsters The creatures had dark, crimson bodies covered in dirt. Now, their bodies were a chaotic mess, with their insides strewn about and cooked by the blistering heat of the area. “Looks like I made it in time!” The boy chuckled, a smirk playing on his lips as he spotted a crawling figure ahead. It was the Boss Monster—a colossal Crimson Bigfoot—struggling to crawl away on just one remaining limb after losing three to the young man.

The figure in front of her was more frightening than the ones that were circling them previously. Picture a towering, monstrous humanoid figure with grotesque, elongated limbs covered in writhing, sinewy tendrils and tentacles, standing there in place of Xen. Its body was a nightmarish fusion of twisted flesh and dark, slimy appendages, giving it an unsettling appearance. The tendrils writhed and reached out in all directions, adding to the aura of dread and horror. His face, if one could call it that anymore, was a nightmarish visage of contorted features and malevolence.

“He has the physic of a human; I can’t really tell, but he has spots on his skin and he has human features on his face, while he looks big, like how a monster is. The only monster I know that has spots on their skin in the demon kingdom is the shadow monster. Not all of them do, but some have spots, and they are big—bigger than normal demons and bigger than some monsters. But this one is not as big as them, but he has their features, he said. “So, you are saying. This monster is possibly a human and shadow monster hybrid.” I asked. He nods his head. “But which female will reproduce with a shadow monster? They are big, vile, and ugly. They have female shadow monsters, so why will they mate wi

croaked the monster raspily in human tongue. "Thank you, my Lord," said the woman reverently, stepping aside, "Do enjoy your meal." The monster sniggered vilely. "With today's meal, I'll just need another seven hearts, then I'll regain my full power! By then, you shall have your reward of eternal life." The female survivor dipped her head lower, appearing ever so demure and deferential. The monster's incredibly long arms stretched well past its knees, with five razor blade-like bones for fingers instead of a meaty paw.

She threw out waves of blue energy to hold the affected people in place, but immediately frowned when she felt their strength. They were much stronger than the abominations they had fought at the border. These ones were still in their human form, which made them faster and more deadly. The only difference they had from a normal human were their pitch-black eyes and the long metal claws that had grown out of their skin. They were the perfect soldiers that Lihont had made. They had no fear, no pain and no emotions. Zoran saw a group of monsters closing in on a family. He shifted into his huge obsidian primordial wolf and he lunged into the crowd, his teeth snapping wildly, as he easily ripped

“He’s a scent changer.” I snapped my eyes back to the footage. That’s when I saw it. The man knelt beside the body and drank the wolf’s blood. I stared, horrified, as his features slowly morphed into the person he’d just murdered. A chill slid down my spine. Monsters. That’s what they were. Monsters who could steal faces, voices, even scents. No one knew how to track them. That was what made them deadly. And Ariel had been his second target.

There were goblins, the creatures with green wrinkled skin, pointed ears, and their pointed teeth where their saliva is already dripping. From the rocky side of the field, Golems were given a life. Their bodies were made of massive rocks from the filled, and they were few meters high as they stood. They stomp their stone feet making the entire ground shake. Once again, the hole emits black smoke and a humanoid figure was materialized into the miasmatic air. They have a physique similar to humans, but they can't stand properly for their spine were exposed at their backs. Their long and thin tongue is stuck out as if they are already craving human flesh.

The man with the mask was holding a blood-red rope in his hand and a monster, measuring about half of an average human’s height, was tied to the end of the rope. The monster looked like a dog but was much more ferocious than a normal dog. It had only one eye but the eye was the size of a palm and its pupil was giving off a red glow. “It’s a cyclops canine!” said Fane with a knit of his brow. The cyclops canine is the final stage of the innate level monster. However, this monster is weaker than the average final stage of innate level monster and is very popular with humans. A lot of martial artists like to keep one or two of them as pets. The Clan associations, as well, like to keep a group o

Then he looked back. "0.O" "What? Wait!" He runs again. He was left by his friends. "Wow! Is that a humanoid monster?!" Lan Sung saw in shock. On the hall, 9 Gods were displayed. "What is that master?" He asked. "That? That was the throne Gods! As you see, they were humanoid animals. They looked like us. I saw one of them, however, he was not a throne Gods. His name was Butt." He said.

Psyche Flint firmly said as she stared directly on Grandpa Flint’s eyes. Grandpa Flint smiled and was not shocked of Psyche Flint’s declaration of peace for humanity because he already heard it many times inside his dreams. For within five years of hiding, he had a dream of a human silhouette who stood firmly in front of zombie army. That person looked straight and declared her words to many people.