King Ghidorah Novels & Stories

"Mum, dad, we're here, we're here! Please help us!" She calls them just as she sees the black cloud continue transforming into a very impressive and strange animal. The top part of its body is like an elf, with huge straight tusks on each side of its head. Its eyes are red and its expression sinister. Its lower gigantic part is the body of a huge black spider. "Get away from her, Gil!" her father shouts, having finally found the place where they are within the snow. "It's an evil Drider!" "Oto move, Oto, please! Dad says it's a Drider, I don't know what that is but it's very horrifying and it's coming this way."

Time didn’t work here the way it was supposed to. And then we heard it. A sound like thunder. Like a mountain learning to walk. We stopped as one. It came again. Closer now. "Tell me that's not—" Spitfire began. It stepped into view from behind the burned out church. The Giant of Kandahar. Easily fifteen feet tall. Skin the color of dried clay. Beard matted with bones and barbed wire. Eyes hollow and burning. It looked like war given form. It turned. Looked at us.