Ugly Creature Novels & Stories

' I whispered, and he pulled out of me entirely. 'Not good enough, little wolf. Say it like it is, tell me you want me to fuck you with my huge cock. Or I am going to edge you for the next few hours. I will leave you so frustrated that you will let my dirtiest, evil Demon fuck you for relief.' A creature detached itself from the shadows and slid its way toward us, leaving a trail of disgusting slime. It looked like a huge slug, with a wide, gaping, toothless mouth, stubby arms that were clasped around a big, erect cock that it was rubbing enthusiastically.

I didn’t notice I had been scratching the couch; my knees grew cold and weak. “It’s a creature—not anything normal you’d ever see. It’s enormous, its body like a human torso, but its face… baleful, like everything it touches is destroyed. Its fur is thick, bimestrial, with long claws, and its massive hands could tear a person apart.” Drake trembled, glancing around as if he were being watched. The reporter stayed silent, unsure what to say. Drake exhaled, relaxing his shoulders, but he didn’t stop hugging himself.

The announcer say Cull's name and all my senses come alive again. The Balsig creature Cull is fighting is one of the more disgusting looking beasts. It looks like a pile of solid black sludge with a massive nose, ferocious fangs, and no eyes. Its arms are long, but its legs are short. Its claws look like brown knives. The last one we saw fight Xiu said it was from Gaimo and it made sense. No one would spot this thing in a swamp. The Balsig is smaller than the other beasts, but I still don't envy Cull's position.

A shiver crawled down my spine. Then—movement. West. In a blur, I lunged. And there it was. Not a wolf. Not anything that belonged in this world. A malformed creature crouched over a twitching body, fangs buried in her torso. The woman was still alive—but just barely. The thing turned, lips peeled back in a snarl that revealed too many teeth—jagged, layered like a shark's, soaked in gore. Its eyes were bottomless pits of obsidian, void of any soul.

Kinsley sighed and shook her head with a frustrated frown. “No, I haven’t. Everything leads me to multiple kinds of creatures, spikes of a chupacabra, poison of a wraith, resilience of a ghoul. I can’t find one thing that fits all of those descriptions. It’s almost as if this creature is made up of multiple ones. Like some douchebag was playing Frankenstine with monster parts.” She plopped into her office chair with a frustrated growl and banged her head on the desk once, grunting as Weaver patted the back of her head.

I knew I was ugly, but hearing my own sister say it still made me shake with pain. "You know what?" She leaned close to my ear. "You're not just ugly. You're stupid, too." I froze, confused by what she meant. "I'm so beautiful and well-behaved, so of course I should be the only princess. Seeing you with a face just like mine makes me sick every time. "When we were eight, I fell off that cliff on purpose. I knew you'd come save me. I calculated exactly where to position myself so you'd get that scar.

Amara and I snap our heads to Haley and gasp with shock when we see that three horrifying creatures are surrounding a terrified Haley. “Haley!” Amara screams as she rushes towards the creatures. These creatures are bigger than the ones I had seen before. Yet, I know that they’re my father’s experiments based on their hodgepodge appearance. These creatures have the bodies of what looks like gorillas, bald heads resembling a pitbull’s head, and piranha teeth. Their legs are curved like the legs of a goat. But unlike goats, they have clawed feet. Rushing forward, Amara and I reach for Haley, but before we can, one of the creatures grips her by the neck while the other creatures ready to attack.

He said in a lower tone. “Why can’t we send him to the Appalachians with the same pack as other kids?” Evangeline asked as tears flowed down her cheeks. “Our son is special, Evangeline. Why don’t you understand? I don’t trust him with werewolves. They’re going to find a way to kill him if they can. They would lock him up, chain him down or just throw him in some ocean to omit the upcoming threat. This is a cruel world.” Uriel broke down, hunching over. Evangeline could only cry listening to Uriel speak like that. The same Uriel who couldn’t seem to think bad about one person. Today he was calling the whole world cruel.

I waved my hand impatiently. Seeing how casually I spoke, Keven had no choice but to go along with it. I thought I was mentally prepared for it. But when I saw my reflection on my phone, I burst into tears. I buried my face in the blanket and cried uncontrollably. Kevin was at a loss, not knowing how to comfort me. From the blanket, I asked unhappily, "Have I turned ugly and horrifying now?" Kevin replied, "No way! You're the prettiest woman in Dainsclef Village."

His soul was so ugly that I couldn't even see his physical beauty sometimes. Whenever I stare at him, I see a big, hairy beast with twelve horns and thirteen hands. Not the wolf kind of beast. No, I found wolves and leopards and other animals of the cat family attractive, but Cameron was ugly to me. Like a wild animal with a butt on his face that sucked human blood. Yes, I liked to think of him as a vampire, so I'd hate him more because, I hated vampires.