Humanoid Mothra Novels & Stories

Matthew asked. For that question, the presence got closer to them and slowly revealed itself. It was a spider that had the torso and head of a human female on top of the spider’s torso. The spider was black with dark brown hair like a tarantula and the woman had fair and white skin with black hair. Her black hair reached her waist and she had eight eyes on her face, two of them normal human eyes with red irises and the other six were red semispheres placed around her main eyes. The spider’s head had the same feature only that they were all red semispheres. In short, it was a mixture of beauty and monstrosity in one body with it going more on the monster side.

Bathed in the blood-red moonlight streaming through the dome, the face let out a vicious, manic laugh. He hissed, "Ignorant, insignificant humans, who gave you the nerve to trespass into my territory? Very well, let your flesh, especially the blood flowing through your veins, merge with my body." Massive tentacles covered in grotesque flesh bubbles shot out in all directions. Juno and Franz stood below the flesh mountain, desperately slashing at the incoming tentacles. Petra, acting like a human bulldozer, roared and swung his hammer against the flesh mountain, but only managed to splatter some disgusting liquid without causing significant damage.

They emerge from a hole in the ground, a dark and menacing opening that seems to be the very gate to the underworld. The Drider, an equally terrifying entity, accompanies them. Its appearance is a grotesque blend of spider and humanoid, with a body covered in dark hair and long, sharp legs that creak with every movement. Its eyes, a bloody red, reflect pure malice and an insatiable thirst for power. Together, Drider and the Skinning of the mind are the embodiment of horror, a sight that could chill the bravest of souls to the bone.

He said getting up. “Hey, I don't know your name.” She said while Justin directed his gaze at her and she looked away. She still was terrified of him. “I'm Justin Hayder.” He smiled. “Nice to meet you..and thanks for saving my life.” Maddie smiled back. “Argh!!” A group of people cried as they ran for their lives. The aura was covered with fog, people from afar heard others scream and they took to their heels. Everyone wanted to save their lives and the lives of their family. Valarie left Bottles and Wine, she was satisfied with the amount of beer she had taken, she had forgotten her sorrows but she didn't forget Wendy Cooper. She was striding home when she heard people whining and running t

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

*BOOM* *Roar* With a monstrous roar Elder Hanuman’s figure grew larger by a meter and his clothes were forcefully ripped off. His arms grew to twice their size and his legs same. Fur grew all over his body and his face morphed into one that was greatly similar to a monkey’s. A tail protruded out of his back and waved lightly in the wind as the golden eyes of the elder became purple red. The phantom rod in his hand became more opaque, resembling a golden pillar with strange symbols inscribed all over it. “I don’t feel stuffy anymore,” Monkey God Hanuman laughed boisterously and gripped his rod. With a deep breath he drew it back and swung it powerfully towards the incoming sword light, direct

Her curly hair danced in the cold breeze as they reached a mysterious clearing. "Who are you?" Stuart queried, touching her shoulder. She turned her body towards him. In the velvety embrace of darkness, she emerged, a captivating enigma draped in shadows. Moonlight traced the contours of her mystery, casting a soft glow on elusive features. Ebony tendrils frame a face veiled in an air of intrigue, eyes gleaming like distant stars, windows to an enigmatic universe. Her silhouette danced with the unknown, a symphony of secrets whispered by the night. A delicate whisper of mystery enveloped her, a chiaroscuro masterpiece painted with whispers of the unseen. In the dark, she was an ethereal tape

Herne focused his attention back on the screen, "Who is leading them?" "Your old friend Matthias Ponts, or at least I thought so at first. Brace yourselves," She pulled up an image of what appeared to be a Female Frankenstein monster. Unlike the Hollywood version of the aberration, the female golem was shapely. Long angry scars along the neck and shoulders. Tiny bolts jutted out from the throat area but did not look out of place. The pale skin and mixed and matched eyes haunted warren. Archon flashed a picture of the wolf gigas he fought. "Archon thinks it's another gigas. I agree with him."

Screens hung suspended like floating organs, each flickering with half-rendered faces. And at the chamber’s center— A cocoon. Long. Humanoid. Breathing. Liora whispered, “Oh gods…” Ines’s voice cracked. “She’s trying to grow a body.” Ciro muttered, “Trying? Looks done to me.” Varian took a step forward, rifle tightening in his grip. “Everyone fall back. I’ll—” The cocoon twitched. Then split. Wet, pale light spilled out, illuminating a figure as it unfolded from its chrysalis—female in silhouette but sharpened, reinforced with metal plating grafted along limbs and spine. Wires snaked into her skull like veins of thought.

It sizzled against the wool of his coat. "Move!" Tristan shouted, shoving Saoirse forward. The ceiling exploded with movement. Five pale, spindly shapes dropped from the darkness. They were humanoid, but elongated. Their limbs were too long, with extra joints. Their skin was translucent, showing the black organs pulsing beneath. They had no eyes, only gaping mouths filled with needle-teeth. Crawlers. One landed directly on Jora, the scout. It didn't bite her; it wrapped its long limbs around her, crushing her ribs with a sickening crack.