Humanoid Monster Novels & Stories

The creature resembled neither a human nor a ghost. The Violet Rain Bird’s expression turned grim, its massive body trembling. “Be careful, Master Adrian. This is a Human Ghoul.” A Human Ghoul was a humanoid monster classified as a type of daemonic beast. Its sharp fangs and black eyes presented a truly frightening sight. As the creature growled, Adrian's gaze turned icy. “You really think you’re something?” He charged at the beast.

She was probably angry that I didn't want to leave minutes before; her grip around my mouth was too tight. You know who was screaming, though? Tia Valeria. The rest of her House was screaming and crying and most likely knew that they were going to suffer a similar fate. 'Monsters' was the only word I knew to think of them as, given I had never seen or heard of anything like them. The way that man contorted his body was horror. Pure horror. And so, it was only fitting to describe these humanoid beings with bright eyes and superhuman abilities as monsters.

He fell to the ground like a dead tree. And the purple smoke, relying on absorbing his blood and vitality, condensed into a human figure and replaced his previous position. However, compared with the previous human figures, this one was like a monster. It was much higher than the previous ones. And this guy had two heads on its shoulders and a head hanging from its chest. On both sides of its body, there were four arms in total. At this moment, it stood there, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws like a giant worm, which made people feel ferocious and horrible.

Giving so much thought to his enemy in front of him, a whooshing sound stopped Noel’s thoughts and made him take a leap backwards. “Slow, but intensively powerful. The marshland is a scary place.” He realized. If this monster is a humanoid turtle monster, why doesn’t it have its big shell on its back? Instead, a tattered, greyish clothing like a typical homeless man. “Kill…” the monster muttered. What a shivering voice, Noel thought. The monster continued to step slowly towards the humanoid cat. “I can’t deal with him like this. I need to go back. The battle is one-sided. Good thing the monster is slow. I wouldn’t have a hard time running away from it.” He whispered to himself.

Everyone's eyes widened in shock. “Patrick, withdraw your ability!” Twilight shrieked, making Patrick grit his teeth and withdraw his wood ability. The monster, seeing them being played, started laughing crazily. By her face, it used to be a girl wearing her school uniform. There's barely any meat in her rotting body, no emotions but pure glee and greed in her white muddy irises. The moment she became this monster, she ceased to be a human. It didn't attack them, as if waiting for Farrah and her teammates to initiate the fight. It looked like them like they were a toy, a snack it wanted to play with before consuming.

The area needs to be cleared first. “stay in your position, I repeat, stay in your position”, he announced. One woman from the tribe screamed when she saw a walking creature towards them. It was a seven feet tall amphibious monster. Blue green in color and has eight horns. The body looked like a dragon but its skin was slimy like an earth worm. The monster came from nowhere. Everyone was completely horrified. “move, move”, Adam commanded. The troops prepared their weapons. “fire”, Adam ordered. They fired the creature but to their disappointments, the monster wasn’t even bothered.

humanoid, bulky body with a long, reptile tail and a large head that resembled a cat-fish. The two scouts of the northern creatures had arrived to the village finding no resistance at all. All the cottages looked empty. They had orders to capture humans and interrogate them to find the easiest passage into the city. "Do you see anything?" The first scout asked. "I think I heard something. I'll go inside," the other responded, looking at Jana's house. The women heard the front door being forced open! There was no way to escape. Jana had to protect her daughter and she did the only thing that came to her mind. "Get inside the closet and whatever happens, don't come out and don't make any nois

anymore. I hated that doll Ophelia gave me. I cut it to pieces. But she didn't get mad. She just smiled and pulled out a remote. With a light press of a button, I started vomiting violently, my whole body shaking. Ophelia looked pleased with herself. "See what I can do now? I can make you throw up whenever I want. You killed our dad, and then you pretended to be some genius to steal Mom's love. This is exactly what you deserve."

My vision turned white, a searing, beautiful heat racing through my chest as my 'Sequence 7' met the satellite's digital architecture. "Uploading... 10%... 45%..." Suddenly, the server room lights turned a violent, flashing crimson. A low growl echoed from the shadows behind the cooling units. "Myra, get behind me," I whispered, the gold light from my arm illuminating the room. Out of the darkness stepped something that wasn't human. It was a "Sequence 8" prototype—a sleek, hairless hound with glowing optic sensors and muscles reinforced with carbon-fiber weave. It didn't bark. It hissed, the sound of a computer trying to scream.

It's what. The thing that grabbed me is a hybrid of some kind. Humanoid with human hands, but with the face of a Rogue, complete with red eyes and fangs. Its body is covered in patchy fur. Its feet are still shaped like a Rogue's paw. It's looking at me, but I don't feel any kind of comprehension or intelligence behind its gaze. It just looks like a science experiment gone wrong.