Shadow Disgusting Black Creatures Novels & Stories

"No more games. What are those things?" Corvin smiled, unaffected by the ruckus around them. "The Shadows of the Depths. They are attracted to hesitation. You give them your doubt, and they will eat you up alive." “Great,” Jax mumbled, sounding pretty bitter. “You couldn’t have said that before?” “I thought it was obvious,” Corvin said with a shrug. One of the shadowy forms lunged forward. Kade rounded on it, his weapon sweeping high and hard through the dark. The creature died, but another stepped in behind almost instantly.

He was stroking her hair, which was comforting, but it didn’t do much to keep the vivid images out of her head. “There were these creatures crawling down the sides of the buildings, on both sides of the street where I was standing. There had to be dozens, maybe hundreds of them.” “What did they look like?” “They were all black—like they’d been burned, but not charred. Just all the color of a black crayon. Their clothes were all black, too. And some of them looked like they were wearing costumes, like clothes from a really long time ago or something. Anyway, I tried to back down the street, to get away from them, but they caught up to me. Bullets took them out, but there were so many of them.

"What exactly did you see? Who—what—came from the east?" The scout's eyes darted nervously as if he feared even speaking the name. His hands trembled as he clutched at my sleeve, his breath ragged. "Shadows. Not like any shadows I’ve seen before. Dark... like the void itself. It moves in whispers and nightmares, and it... it takes what it wants." He swallowed hard, his throat working. "It’s not human, Lady Cassia. It’s something far worse."

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

Without warning, what sounds like hundreds of voices fill up the room, making it impossible to hear, while millions of black, dust-like specs swirl around the room. My eyes are drawn up when I realize the black shadow creatures are back, turning in circles above our heads. Bloodcurdling screams and horrific, demonic cries reverberate around us as if they're having a war with one another. Shrieks fade in and out until every last creature finally vanishes into midair, silent. I shift my eyes back and forth, looking for Atticus, but there's no sign of him.

His eyes glinted with the sharpness of an Alpha's unwavering strength, the authority in his voice making it clear there would be no argument. The wind howled around them, swirling with dark energy, as the creatures began to materialize from the shadows. Their grotesque forms slithered and crawled out of the black mist that clung to the ground, their glowing red eyes fixating on the group. They were larger than the minions they had fought earlier—twisted, nightmarish beings, with gnarled limbs and jagged, obsidian-like claws that scraped the earth as they advanced.

He didn't attack; he watched us with unsettling, unblinking patience. ​"You won't make it to the stairs," the shadow said quietly. ​I scrambled up, dragging Kael with me, and leveled the Crown Blade directly at his chest. "Try me." ​The shadow’s face hardened. ​setup shattered as dozens of nightmare creatures erupted from the cracked floor—chitinous, twisted quadrupeds plated in jagged black bone. They screeched, a sound like tearing metal, lunging forward on all fours before rising onto two as they closed the distance.

The ground underneath them thundered as something enormous drew closer from the shadows, its nearness sending waves of fear through their minds. Out of the darkness, figures started to rise, turned, nightmarish creatures that bore no likeness to anything they had confronted before. They were tall, with bodies made of shadow and smoke, their eyes shining with a malicious ruddy light. Their movements were unnatural, as though they were both there and not there at the same time. The leader of these creatures, a towering figure with a crown of horns and a body that appeared to flash in and out of presence, ventured forward. It talked in a voice that sounded just like the crushing of stones, send

Ferris caught me before I hit the ground. “Elise!” he shouted, his arms holding me tightly. “What happened? What did you see?” I opened my mouth. “I saw Gina. I saw the Devourer. There was a throne, an altar, and—” But before I could finish, the ground trembled. A low growl rumbled beneath us, followed by a deep crack like the world itself splitting open. Then they came. Shadow beasts. They came out from the ruins. They were huge malformed creatures with no eyes. Their bodies dripped black ooze. Their limbs were crooked like shattered bones. Mist clung to them and the stench that followed was rot and death.

“Stay behind me.” A black claw, alive, emerged from the stranger’s right arm. Dense, organic shadows stretched out as if hungry, opening thorns like jaws. From the center of the hall, the hybrid that had been contained until then — the auction’s main attraction — exploded into a guttural scream and launched itself at the shadowy figure like a poisoned arrow. The stranger raised his arm. The weapon made of shadows expanded, enveloping the creature’s torso in a grotesque embrace. The sound of bones breaking from the inside out was heard. The creature shuddered and tried to scream.