Queen Ghidorah Novels & Stories

“That’s not my plants.” The thing that climbed up was bigger than the rest. Taller than me, broader, with bones that jutted like armor plates. Its jaw unhinged as it let out a screech that rattled my teeth. A ghoul king, maybe. Or just the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen that wasn’t my reflection after a fight. “Wonderful,” I muttered. “Because this day wasn’t long enough.” “Try not to die,” Gaia said, and there was the faintest amusement in her tone.

If it weren’t for the fact that I needed to get its talent, then I would have postponed our meeting to a much later time when I am confident enough to face it alone. There are numerous entrance and exits in the part of the cave that we are in. One of which emerges the demon that we were looking for. Gorshe is a demon dragon. Unlike the typical gigantic dragons that one would see in fantasy movies, Gorshe is small. He is about the size of an adult elephant, with pitch black scales that seem to ignite in black flames from time to time. Sharp razor claws create an ear wrenching friction along the moss covered rocks, as if they were doing it on purpose to announce their arrival. Even its twistin

They generally suffered against heavier mechs, but anything lighter couldn't go through its armor before the G-H pulverized them. The G-H's design mimicked a gorilla, so it could bend down on all fours and sprint surprisingly fast in a short duration. Triceratopssss had already seen the blazing energy signature approaching him on his scanners, so he readied his posture to dodge and chase after the lighter mech. He already licked his lips as he imagined his G-H's powered arms tearing the soft Fantasia's frame apart. "Will you walk into my parlor, said the spider to the fly."

Everything turned dark and silent. *********

"This is bad." "Who is Behemoth?" Hydra asked when she saw a bit of fear in the eyes of the Princes of hell. Before anyone of them could reply her, the ground beneath them open and Belphagor, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Leviathan and Raziah (Lucifer) where standing on a very large hand of a beast, it's claws were the longest and largest ever seen which made them look small. Only the hand of the beast was seen but the chuckle that came out from the unseen beast was petrified.

but the Cenotes of Draconia were massive alright just as much as they were beautiful, housing over two thousand sea and air dragons, with emerald and aqua marine tinges here and there adding a glow to the place that was almost ethereal. So impressive were the monuments that, for almost a minute, Killian almost forgot that he was being led by two very angry men towards their Lord... he almost forgot the hissing and the scowls that followed him as the dragon horde, descendants of the ancient Ghidorah looked down on him, a few brave ones murmuring the words ‘what is he doing here?’ and a couple of other expletives that would have made the human society blush a dark shade of red. As Killian pass

"Bring me her alive!" The woman submerged in the wine inside the tub, emerged again from between the sovereign's legs, trying to suck in a breath of air. "Help me imbeciles!" yelled Guildor at his acolytes rising from the tub. His voluminous body dripped huge amounts of water. He leaned with his right hand on his black staff made of ebony with a silver hilt in the shape of a knob. A medallion embedded with a black opal in the shape of a half moon hung from his neck. He had snatched both from his father long ago.

Others rush the injured to Cerberus’s gates, where the guardian beast protects the medical teams. Then it happens. The enemy unleashes their gods. We knew this was coming. We studied the line-up. Whiro, Māori god of the dead, appears first. His reptilian-human hybrid form is pure nightmare fuel. He devours souls—any souls—and grows stronger with every bite. Watching him swallow demons whole is disturbing. Then comes Ahriman, the Iranian god of strife, slithering forward on a serpent body, his face a chaos Picasso would worship. Four horns spiral from his skull, directing bedlam wherever they point.

“Even the parasite. It’s got a name, but it wants to be Kujo because that’s what you call it.” “Does it have anything like a gender? I hate using it.” “Guess you may use him, because his energy is sort of masculine.” “Why were you so horrified when you first saw him?” She searched for something on her phone and showed me a picture that froze me where I stood. It was a nightmarish mix of a monstrous skeleton dog with the Alien from the movie franchise. “That’s kinda what I saw,” she said, retrieving her phone to search for something else. “And this is what he would look like for you if he could.”

Bethel frowned for a moment, “Well from a baby really, she would summon cakes from the kitchen and she would summon Lady Persephone’s son’s toys to play with. It was quite amusing really.” Helga’s eyes narrowed, “Seraphina, you are such a mystery.” She shook her head. “What do you mean?” Bethel questioned. “Well if we just consider the facts first, she is a Dragon Dhampir, a Dhampir with a familiar is rare enough yet, to have a Dragon familiar? I know I don’t need to tell you how rare that is,” Bethel nodded at Helga. “She also carries Alexandria’s Genesis, she has the markings for spirit, she-” Helga’s face paled as a thought came to mind.