Monster With Eyes On Hands Novels & Stories

A monster with a wolf head and limps but with a human body, another one with fangs and skin wings, pale face and body full of blue vines defused all over his body, both are males wile a woman look like a corps with nail like swords attached to her hands, full of renckals and some bones and rotten meat was visible like her skin was bitten off by wild animals, all of those beings was produced from this operation that it didn’t take much time and it look like it didn’t take much effort from the behemoth comparing to those pathetic creatures that was underneath his stony thrown. After what seems like minutes, three different kind of eyes was open, one is red eyes with yellow irises full of bes

There are hints of black veins crawling under his skin. Just like what I saw from Mellon. Is that what Mellon was talking about? Sucking air and yelped when Eric suddenly grabbed my hand and harshly pulled me close. "Sir!" I screamed, gripping his suit. My eyes were wide, looking at him, and I forgot to breathe. His eyes. I saw a glimpse of its monster before it changed back to its normal visage. "Eric?" Hoping that he would come back, I crossed my fingers. Thankfully, he blinked those monstrous eyes away and shook his head to game back his sanity.

My eyes sparkled in horror as his hold on my biceps slowly became so tight that his fingernails cut into his skin and drew blood. His eyes were wide and frightened and beneath it all was an isolated smile “Lydia …” Crimson bloomed in the center of his chest and flowering in front of me like shut petals unfurling was the hand that did that damage. His feet gave out and he crumpled to the ground as the creature tore out his hands from his chest. I dove for him and dragged him into my arms while doing my best to staunch the blood pumping from the gaping wound. The monster responsible took a step back, confused as to whether it had failed its master. Fiona had the look of pure horror plastered o

Huge and bearing the same deadly eyes and long horns like the monster in my dreams. Thanox. He steps into the battlefield, towering over his swarms of minions. He's slimy and disgusting just like I've seen him in my nightmares, having the same red eyes, curved claws, a set of sharp teeth revealed by a predatory smile, and the same bald head with those two pointy horns jutting from his forehead. His eyes glow darker, hungrier, and more dangerous than anything I’ve ever seen. Fear slams into me, raw and choking, clawing at my bones and squeezing my throat so tight that it’s hard to breathe. My light flickers involuntarily as I watch his eyes roam across the field, searching for me. My hands sh

no. "Open your eyes and look at what I am!" he roared. I slowly lifted my head, squinting through the tears. He was halfway there. His ears were pointed and tufted with dark fur, his jaw was elongated, and his teeth... they were long, ivory daggers. But it was the eyes that killed me. They weren't blue anymore. They were a vivid, glowing crimson, like pools of fresh blood. I wanted to faint. I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me. I was staring at a monster, a literal nightmare, and I was just a girl who knew nothing about any of this.

They felt like a brand. But as I touched the cold stones, I realized the most terrifying part of the night: When Julian’s hands were on me, I hadn't wanted him to stop. I had wanted the Monster to hold me until the world disappeared.

It looked like a blob of jelly if not for its hideous head and its wide eyes that were staring at me in hate. Its jelly like hands reached out for Miranda who was cowering behind me and she grabbed my hands hard, digging her nails into my skin to not let the hideous monster take her away. “Go away” She shrieked and put me in between herself and the monster. Was she going to use me as a meatshield? I struggled to let go of her hold on me and also threw rocks and pebbles at the monster but my puny attempts did little to dissuade it.

I couldn’t feel my left hand. I didn’t know if it would ever heal. I was not a werewolf after all. Tears rolled down my eyes as I sat on my knees, the tree monster’s hand inches away from breaking the bone of my left leg. It had stopped and said, “Give your soul to me and I shall not destroy your body. It will be destroyed now or later. So it is better if you give up.” I closed my eyes, allowing the tears to soak my cheeks. The monster’s voice faded and everything slowed down. I extended my right and only hand at the sword.

Strangely, they felt like hands; normal human hands that didn’t burn my skin on contact or draw blood. I looked up at the figure in front of me and for a second, the beauty of the eyes that were looking back at me, struck me. Amethyst with a hint of grey and blue. They were human eyes, unlike the red orbs of the creatures that were surrounding me. Hope bloomed in my chest. I wasn’t alone. Someone was here with me, someone human! But then those hands pushed me away and the creature turned to face the others. I don’t know what happened next but the moaning and groaning sounds increased in crescendo until they were like screams coming from all directions.

I grabbed hold of its face and forced my thumbs into its eye socket. The feeling of the monster’s slimy eyeball on my thumbs was absolutely revolting. Regardless, I shoved my thumbs in further. Blood and ooze seeped around my thumbs, but I didn’t release my grip. It screeches in pain, pulling at my hands, trying to get me to release it. Its screeching must have attracted a friend as I was thrown to the ground by another one of the vile creatures.