Ugliest Animals In The World Novels & Stories

Their bodies were scarred and covered in thick, matted fur, their eyes were blood red, their teeth were sharp and pointed, and they were growling menacingly. Mila, though felt scared of these creatures, did not show it. However, all others, except for Arthur, jumped back in fear. ‘What are they?’ Arthur asked Mila in her head. ‘Only one word comes to mind, hell hounds,’ Mila replied, trying to keep fear at bay. “Are they scared of fire?” Mila asked Shana quietly. “No,” Shana shook her head. “What is their weakness?” Mila demanded. Her plan was to capture them with fire, but it looked like an impossible task.

Hello, My name is Jane, and between my sister and me, I am the ugly one. And no, I am not an insecure bitch who likes to complain about my looks all the time. My sister Liliana is blessed with beautiful genes. She had long flowing blonde hair with bright blue eyes and pink lips that remind you of delicate flower petals.

I shrieked, spinning around just as the center panel of the oak door exploded inward. A massive, terrifying creature forced its way through the shattered frame, tearing the iron hinges completely out of the drywall. It wasn't a majestic, proud wolf like Silas or his warriors. This beast was a living nightmare. Its grey fur was matted with dried blood and filth, torn away in raw patches that exposed angry, infected scars. Its jaw was dripping with thick, foamy saliva, its yellowed canine teeth bared in a permanent, rabid snarl. But it was its eyes that made my blood turn to ice—they were completely bloodshot, rolling wildly in its sockets with a mindless, starving madness.

I sat up and beat him with the pillow. He blocked the pillow with his arms. " You go and stand in front of the mirror. you will see different types of animals. Because you are one of them. " he laughed out. " idiot, gorilla, chimpanzee, Buffalo. You are the ugliest creatures in the world. " I cried out. " oh, really baby. then who was staring at my face in the afternoon. " " afternoon? " I repeated his words. he shook his head. " What a long sleep. " I said.

and it was. These wicked animals hadn't an ounce of humanity for any life....even for their own. These beasts were as cold & emotionless as they come. The most wicked of all animals in all of creation that should be completely eradicated from the face of this earth, or at least that's how Ulayah felt about these abominations. They were incapable of love. Possessiveness was the closest they'd ever come to that emotion and would kill anyone that threatened the object of their desire.

I said. “Of course they do. They feel their skin melting and the feeling of being burnt, and they can’t stop it. This side, you see, is the peaceful part. If you go down below, it will surprise you at what you see,” he said, and I can’t imagine this place as being the peaceful part. We got to the gate and I can see some souls crying as they are being pushed inside by dogs. The dogs look like a dog but bigger and taller, their fur is pure black with white spots in different places. Their eyes are like that of the demons and they also have horns and wings and their tail is so long and the funniest part is the tail is like a snake that has a mind of its own and that is because it’s a snake.

Too silent. Harold struggled to open his eyes and when he did, he saw a large animal he could have sworn only existed in the nightmare of psychopaths. It looked like a crossbreed of a gorilla and bear meaning it was extremely large with fat, sturdy arms. Its fur was a very deep shade of brown that could be mistaken as black and as it walked on two legs, it looked even more hideous due to the flames Derek had set which was still burning, serving as the source of Illumination.

"Everyone is mesmerized by them and I found them quite disturbing." "Disturbing?" "Yes, like, they're yellow... and why some have two eyes and some just one? Why can't they properly talk? And they are actually bad, do people realize that?" He snorted. "They're from an animated movie." "So? You've asked for an ugly thing." "Okay, so minions are 'disturbing' and yet you like that." Nate pointed the puppy and I hugged it tighter, smiling somewhat teasingly. "I love him. Stuffed toys are the only animals I tolerate."

Then it devolved into pure, unadulterated chaos. The interior was a cathedral of decay. Rusted machinery cast long shadows in the light filtering through broken roof panels. The monsters were… wrong. They looked like boars, but their skin was scaled and glistening, their tusks dripping with a saliva that smoked where it hit the concrete. Their eyes were milky white, blind but somehow tracking us. Bryan was in his element, launching fireballs and laughing maniacally as he kited three of them around a giant, dead loom. “C’MON, UGLIES! RIGHT HERE!”

Well, I'm not bragging but when it comes to good looks his shithead is nothing compared to my ass, I mean how much more if it was my face as a basis of comparison? I don't know what it is but for some reason, I felt a sense of responsibility to the poor innocent lives, so I snap my fingers and summon my hellhounds. They are my loyal pets. They have this mangled black fur, glowing red eyes, super strength and speed, and ghostly or phantom characteristics. Pretty cool isn’t it? With a simple snap of fingers and a distinct whistle, they instantly come to me and for more than a century of having them as my pet, just now I realized that they all have a foul odor, so disgusting I can't bear to get