Mascot Horror Oc Novels & Stories

I'm trying to make myself as small as possible, maybe it will go away this way. I just want it to stop, I need it to stop. I won't let Aurora turn me into a monster and I most certainly will not let her use me to hurt Sky. I would rather die than let any demon feed on him, it's my worst fear and I will do anything to keep it from happening. I keep my eyes and ears closed, in the hopes of blocking things out. Maybe if I can't hear or see anything it will go away. Yes, it will go away. Aurora will go back into cage and steer clear of Sky, I won't let her hurt Sky, never.

I turned as he pulled his pants back on. "This entire facility is going to be destroyed in about twenty minutes. Go save your people, demon wolf , tell them to head to the large plane on the runway with the blue tail," Mortas announced. I pulled on Zurac and we rushed back to the cells. I watched as groups of the same types of cryptids clustered together. As we ran past we told them the place was going to blow. Zurac herded all the wolves and I held Circe.

The badge was real, one of many we have stolen from O’Hanian over the years. “Alright, alright, I owe him nothing. It was the Dog Star bastard.” I hear the woman spit on the ground as though clearing her mouth of the foul-tasting name. “The who?” Vulk asks. “Holy shit,” I say through the door, “I was right. The guy with the glasses is a cockatrice. That explains everything.” “A what?” Vulk probed, stepping outside. “A Cockatrice. It kills you with a glance. A Basilisk!” “No kidding?”

“The blood of this place is the Blood of Osoro, the very same blood that runs within you. This place is a part of you just like your hand, leg, or any body part you can think of. You did not choose it, it chose you.” She felt like that now, like the whole of this place was a part of her. Tara stopped at the tall steps leading to the hall. She looked at the two mammoth carvings of a bird standing at both sides of the entrance; an owl and a hawk. The Owl was the signature bird of Osoro, while the Hawk signified the witches.

It’s a good thing that we came prepared. “This place is creepy.” Kai drug out the word creepy. I have to agree with him. Neither of us got any rest last night. We kept hearing strange sounds. Moaning and screams from things we have never experienced before. We saw a faceless spirit looking thing last night. I believe they are called a Hupia, although I can’t be certain that’s what it really was. It didn’t bother us, but this place seems to be filled with them. Something else that we have come across is a Morko. It is an elemental Ooze type creature. They are freaky as hell but the only way they could hurt you is to love you to death. We have also crossed paths with a few dangerous creatures,

Occisor smells him and all he can smell is wine. "Touch her, just one more time," he bends down, coming face to face with Officer Marcos, "And I will hunt you down, torture you, and leave you so the pigs will eat you alive, you worthless horse shit," he says lowly. The officer begins to cry, a drunkard who is afraid. None of the officers like Occisor, first of all because he's rude and everyone knows he doesn't like humans. Second, because he is part of the Lycan race.

They were forced to watch. “Release the Gorehound, Karn bellowed from his high seat. Across the pit, a steel portcullis yanked upward with violent ratcheting. The thing that stalked out wasn’t a lycan and wasn’t a wolf. It was a massive, magically corrupted horror from the badlands. It moved on four heavily muscled, hairless legs, standing twice as tall as an alpha. Its spine was lined with “Show them who you are, Elara!” Caleb roared from the stands, and his voice was cracking in this… weird, chaotic desperation thing, like it couldn’t decide if it was anger or fear.

He even killed hundreds of zombies in a split second? "It's certainly the truth, second in command. I dare swear to god that I've never seen someone as terrifying as Lucas in this world before. He’s too scary," the Rank 5 Mad Ox Dark Race was sweating cold sweat as he spoke. "Scumbag!" the Rank 8 Mad Ox Dark Race roared. The Rank 8 Mad Ox Dark Race squinted its eyes. 'If that's the case, Lucas the Demon must be nearby.' It raised its head to look ahead, and its pupils shrunk immediately.

I can make this work, as everyone knows it is impossible for eyes to recover fast unless you have a mod there, which of course got banned. I don't know when they will take the ban away, but I have to maintain my act till that....., huh? My grandpa was fantastic at stuff like this. After all, he must have seen and learned from his dad when he used to escape from the eyes of the Denver family. [Ben, I forgot to say the species of Oreo; the report arrived two days after you went into coma. Oreo is a black sabre-toothed tiger, one of the very ancient gene and rarest mutated beasts found in the world.

she said, feeling the rocking motion as Azulthaël gained speed, “Faster than a horse though, how did you get a scorpion as a pet, I thought they were a myth.” “He is technically not fully scorpion…” Rex trailed off, confusing Marcia. “If you say so, does this thing come with shared feelings?” she asked. “Yes,” Rex replied with a smile. “Now I know why you are confident, Lacey is worried and Minet has doubt.” “They aren’t the only ones worried with doubts,” Rex said looking at Marcia. “You did not see how many soldiers descend on Dracones, would make anyone worry,” Marcia said, pointing out to the west at the massive smoke plumes and dust clouds.