Strange Flesh Meaning Novels & Stories

Soon however, he knew what it was; for three grotesque looking beings appeared a few meters away from him. The new arrivals looked human, but their eye sockets were devoid of life. They had no pupils and their sclera was interspersed with several veins and arteries. Their clothes were in tatters and there were several abscesses visible from the holes in them. They walked with wobbly, unstable steps; and their exposed teeth were a deep yellow colour. The pungent smell of their bodies was so strong that Aiden could smell it from so far out.

And then, the breathing begins. Low. Ragged. Hungry. They crawl forward, one by one, clawing their way out of the dark like maggots from a carcass. Eyes milky white. Skin grey, shredded, pulsing with runes stitched into their flesh. A she-wolf with a jaw unhinged like a snake. A man with limbs too long, bent the wrong way. Something with no skin at all, muscles pulsing, oozing black ichor that sizzles where it drips.

*FREYA* The words die in my throat when they turn. There's something strange about them. Their skin are too pale —almost as white as a sheet and their eyes bleed red. They are not humans. I realize that too late. I spin around to turn but something move in the corner of my eyes and within a blink of an eye, I find myself pinned against the bark of a tree. One of the creature's face hovers above mine. His lips peels back, baring his fangs

Frost whispered, "constantly, is that strange?" "Everything about this is strange," I said but I didn't pull my hand away, "you appeared out of nowhere, you healed from an impossible injury, your eyes change color, and when I should be terrified, I'm..." "You're what?" Frost pressed. I mumbled under my breath, and when I found the courage to speak, he suddenly flinched. His head tossed back against the sofa, and a pained expression crossed his face. Then the moment passed, his eyes were clouded and then clear again.

Pockmarked and scarred, the skin looked as though it had been corroded several times by sulfuric acid. Their flesh was shaped irregularly, where colored pieces were scattered all over their faces. “Argh! These two look so scary!” Freya couldn’t help but scream. The others shuddered as well. After laying their eyes on them, one would naturally be scared, especially the prettier ladies. Seeing such faces made them think of themselves. If something like that were to happen to their beautiful faces, they would rather die. Alex exclaimed, “It’s the human locusts!”

' She screamed, and tore herself from his tight embrace. Horrified patrons looked down and saw long,skinny claws protruding from the stranger's trousers. He had chicken's feet,a sign of the devil. Other women began to shriek hysterically and say prayers. The stranger walked into the men's cloakroom and disappeared-leaving behind only a strong smell of sulphur-the devil's scent.

" Aric said. “The Aureonnas had come to bring to Alexander’s awareness the danger that lies outside their ‘walls.’ They call the strange creatures ‘flesh eaters’—odd beings that feed on living flesh, “And what did Alexander suggest to them?” “You seem interested in this a little too much. What else do you know?” “Come on, I’ve always been this curious; and you are always trying to find meaning in everything.” “Alexander didn’t do anything; he typically sent them away—they didn’t look very pleased.” “He did the right thing.” “Why do you think so?”

Both of them froze. The monster was enormous. It weighed at least four hundred pounds and towered over ordinary monsters. Its flesh was covered in swollen blisters, many of which had burst open and leaked foul-smelling fluids down its body. Large patches of skin hung loosely from its frame. Maggots crawled everywhere. They wriggled through open wounds, eye sockets, and exposed flesh, making the creature look like a walking corpse dragged straight from hell itself. The stench that accompanied it was horrifying. It was several times worse than any monster they had encountered before.

VIVIAN I watch in horror as his body contorts, his skin tearing as the gruesome snapping and popping sounds of his joints and bones rearranging fill the dense space between us. Fur, golden as the sun, starts to sprout along the torn flesh, spreading until it covers his entire frame.