Lost Tapes Lizard Man Novels & Stories

I can see a man dressed in leather, he has something in his hands, but I don’t need see it to tell what it is. It’s a Zebra, a dead one. The man finally reveals fully what he has in his hands, confirming my instincts. He throws the animal from above and it falls with speed towards the ground. I shield myself from the dust and rocks that are thrown around when the animal hits the ground. “Enjoy!” The man says and then he leaves. From the top of the hole, the night’s sky looks down on us. It’s darker in this squared room now, but I notice there are crystals in the walls of the room that glows, causing to room to be lit up.

Up above, Mike saw the angry creature standing on the ceiling, hissing in response. Mike and Tink walked further into the room as Cecilia drifted through the walls, her shrieks rising in volume. Mike put fingers in his ears, his eyes on the angry red lizard on the ceiling. It looked like it was made of lava, the air around it shimmering from the sheer heat of its skin. Its eyes blazed like fiery coals, hissing at Cecilia. It leapt off of the ceiling, passing straight through the banshee and colliding with the carpet. Spinning in place, leaving scorch marks on the hardwood, it spotted Mike.

In the meantime, the lizard managed to get away from the onslaught of the angry Rhinos with only flesh wounds and tried to camouflage again but was intercepted by a flying knife that Skeletor picked up from the carcass of one skewered rat, it managed to pierce its hide and the skill got canceled, it stared angrily at the creatures not much bigger than him and the sack of bones that was approaching with a crude ax in hands. The lizard began to growl as its claws released a red aura, but before it could attack one of the Rhinos it got interrupted by the appearance of a low buzz, next was a shark pain in its back and a warm feeling coursing through its veins, the skill got canceled again and th

“How many damn monsters are in this school? “Liz said as she extended her arms across from her, conjuring orange energy through them and forcing the tiles underneath Coach Lockwood’s body to rise. The tiles acted as projectiles as they contacted his body, giving Liz enough time to run to the other side of the gymnasium. However, the scorpion-like faculty member was able to cast aside the tiles with his claws and used his tail to knock Liz back towards the end of the gym. With his sadistic smile on his face, Coach Lockwood quickly made his way towards Liz and picked her up with his claws. The young girl struggled to pry herself free from his clutches but to no avail as she began to lean close

Like tar. Something was wrong, I could feel it. Surprise made my eyes widen and I stifled the urge to charge in and examine him when I noticed the deep purple and red welts cross-crossing his back. It looked like he had gone to fight a stone dragon and lost. “What the fuck, Laz?” I hissed, but my voice must have startled him because the brown-haired man jumped, whipping around to face me with his fangs bared. Just how long had he been in The Darkness? How in the world had he made it through our quarantine chambers?

After Leon, Harvey, and Ian heard that Viper had caught the creepy stalker who had been masturbating and sniffing Guinevere's things in her penthouse, they delayed going home to watch the show. In the dungeon, as they called it, the man was fully awake, and Viper was stretching out, trying to choose what kind of torture he would perform. "Oh, come on!" Violet yawned, getting bored. "Just get on with it, Snake!" "Please… I didn't mean to!" the man screamed, looking horrified as he saw Viper silently checking the torture equipment. "Please, forgive me. I will do anything."

Fear tortured my guts, it engulfed my conscience; thus, making me drastically exhausted. Minutes later, a man in blue and white stripped shirt strutted into the room with a tiger like tread. His black trousers were held by straps of grey suspenders, which ran over his small-shoulders. The pale light glimmered on his bald head as he halted in front of me; dug around in his pocket and brought out a cigar and lighter. He shoved the cigar between his lips, lit it and then took a long drag. Clenching the cigar between his cinnamon fingers he lowered his head and blew the cloud of smoke into my face. My eyes stung from the smoke; tears filled my eyes as I sneeze. Slowly he adjusted his round-shape

she rasped. “Fucking hours. I’ve left you to recover. Who’s Jay Jay?” Lizzy refused to answer. Ivan crouched before her. What did she ever see in the man? He reminded her of a Komodo dragon. His flat lizard eyes were black orbs in his cruel face. Ivan’s angular jaw and harsh brow loomed in her blurred vision. He licked his lips and traced her collarbone through her torn shirt with a damp hand. “When you sang my song—”

"I miss us." The pull was a roar now, an all-consuming need to close the distance. He started to lean in, his gaze dropping to my lips. My breath hitched, my eyes fluttering shut as my body moved toward him of its own accord. I wanted to forget. I wanted to believe the lie just for a second. SKREEEE! A piercing shriek of laughter echoed across the water. Maverick had successfully cornered a lizard and was doing a victory dance that involved a lot of splashing in the shallows.

A husky voice of a man was heard behind her which made her to leap from her position. "I-Im Claire Sylvia. T-reznor call me to come here." She was stuttering as she spoke when she saw the appearance of a man behind her. "Come in!" He replied seriously and Claire felt relieve when the horrifying man opened the door for her. "OMYGAD!" She whispered at herself as she saw the entire picture of the room. There was a thousands of iron cages standing at ten rows. There were single beast that have a resemblance with Lycan and the Hyena. Claire could not believe on what she see since she did not know the real identity of Treznor.