Otherworldly Creatures Novels & Stories

It was a realm of pure evil, a dimension born from the darkest corners of the universe. As they ventured deeper into this alien world, they encountered strange, twisted creatures. Some were humanoid, their forms distorted and grotesque. Others were amorphous masses of darkness, their shapes constantly shifting and changing. They fought for their survival, their weapons glowing with a faint light that seemed to repel the darkness. But the creatures were relentless, their numbers seemingly endless. Liam and Xal'dar fought with a desperation born of survival. They were outmatched, outnumbered, but they refused to give up. They were the last defenders of the world, and they would not let this da

Lily stared wide eyed. Great, there are Demons now? "How much is there to the Supernatural world that we don't know about?" She asked the both of them. Jayce looked down at her, his eyes dark still. "Werewolves, Vampires and Witches are the known species all around the world." Jayce said, "However, there have been records of other creatures appearing throughout the years, but still remaining as secretive as possible."

Their life is going to be much longer because of me. Today in history class I learned that before the war the fae ruled everybody. Because they are the most powerful supernaturals in existence, even more powerful than the dragons, people revered them. And the fae made sure there was peace. Until suddenly, the other supernaturals got power hungry and convinced others that the fae are dangerous. The whole world turned on them and they simply weren’t prepared.

Waiting for his orders. Popobawa were horrible creatures gifted with black magic who fed off of fear. It's why you usually saw them coupled with hitmen or at the sight of natural disasters. I didn't think the AAs had enough clout to bankroll one of these rare creatures, but I guess business was booming. "You rang?" It never once had eyes for Q but continued to stare at me and Erika, lip curled back so we could see its gangrenous tongue as it feed from us. "What is it that you wish of me, Master Quinton."

Creatures of legend, long lost to time, but still mentioned in whispers by those who believed. My eyes skimmed over the names, fascinated by the variety of beings that had once walked the earth. There were shadow walkers, creatures made of living darkness; phoenixes, birds of fire and rebirth; and water nymphs, elusive beings who lived in the depths of the ocean. My heart quickened as I read, excitement bubbling up inside me. The world was so vast, filled with mysteries and wonders I had never even imagined. As I turned the pages, I found myself lost in the world of the book, captivated by the endless possibilities it presented.

Her house is more a museum than a home. “Werewolves are the last supernatural creatures created, did you know?” She walks us to the oversized cushions, sitting down, and I follow suit. “Dragons and fairies are among the oldest beings to exist.” “My clan are descendants of the first.” She smiles, sharing with me her memories. “Created by the great…” And then she delves into a language full of consonants, I couldn’t decipher even if I lived forever. “Sorry, I should probably put it in terms you understand. I guess Chaos would be the most applicable name. He has many names depending on the culture and religion you ask.”

"Depends on the wolves, really. These ones? Traditional. Bound to cultures, customs, rituals, and strict hierarchy. Honestly, they cling to traditions more than any other supernatural creature I know. It's their method of staying grounded and hidden." That word—supernatural—makes me freeze, the last vestiges of my human denial crumbling away. “Wait. What other supernatural creatures? I thought we were the big secret.” "Hardly." Her mental tone is one of indulgent superiority. "Vampires. Witches. Fae. Demons, if you want to be dramatic. The things you always thought were fairy tales? They’re very real. They don't all live in a secret world; they just live in their world, which often overlaps

“Fine. I don’t know what the real name of it is, but one of the creatures I helped call me a Kautta.” “A what?” Ash blurts. “A Kautta, it means door. I’m a doorway from this world to a bunch of others.” She doesn’t explain further and instead leaves her explanation like that. “Other worlds? What do you mean?” Tate asks. “I mean, there are millions of universes out there where sentient life exists. Many of them traveled here, and some have gotten stuck, so I provide them a way home.” “Other universes? That’s wild. Do all these universes have people who look like us? How are they here, and no one notices them?” Ash asks.

"Chesca's great-great-grandparents, the founding Alphas of Steelheart pack, had them brought over the sea from the temples before they were destroyed. No one has read them for centuries, but I'm sure they say something about what you're dreaming of. Even if you don't find out anything for certain, it might be helpful to know that others have experienced similar things." "Thanks," Ariella murmured and began lifting a small book from the shelf nearest her eye level. The scrollwork on the worn leather was intricate and intriguing. Otherworldly. For the next half hour, she paged through drawings of different creatures, ancient wolf portraits and sketches of extinct animals. Some were obviously e

Why was she so disturbed? It's the horrifying truth that a world full of only humans are unquestionably boring with a capital B. Diversity is the key to happiness! There had to be more creatures out there, right? It would be awesome if there are wyrmwolves or succubae or even taoties in this world. Maybe, once Yin starts cultivating this porky midget's body, she could then recruit a few interesting fellows and start recreating a smaller scale version of the most devilish sect that flourished back in the Realm of Celestial Deities.