Ugly Creature Novels & Stories

she said with her best accent. "Seriously, Ruthie," I practically yelled. "The list!" Sometimes her inability to focus drove me nuts. "Okay, okay. Sticking to the list." She glanced at her paper again. "The first time the uli were turned into different creatures they included wolves called usi, birds called shar, and some kind of sea creature called akhu. But Dr. Frankler didn't say what these sea creatures looked like." Luke snorted. "For all we know, they could have been octopus," he said, chuckling.

An odor coming from accumulated fecals, dirt, and mud. “Call Alpha Kaylon. Clearly I didn't know what to do with this strange creature. It's the weirdest being I've ever seen my whole dämn life.” The man's brows furrowed as he was trying to figure out what he was looking at. He was looking at her full of disgust.

Not only has he kidnapped me but he insults me by calling me a lesser being? “No, human female. That is not what us means. A lesser planet is a planet that has not reached out into space yet. For thees planet it is because thees species is young. The human seems to be a highly intelligent species.” The creature silently observes me with its small hands linkt in front of its chubby stomach. “And if I refuse all this?” I give the creature a pointed look that says I’m not gonna fall into line with any of this.

Lucifer Uriel looked at Poseidon like he was a magical unicorn cat with fluffy red hair. Which, I guess my uncle was some sort of weird species, considering the man hardly talked and would hide away in the basement of his palace. The room was littered with creatures big and small, creatures that shouldn’t even exist like the half spider beast with a torso similar to a muscular human and a face that had some features that looked human. Then again, looking at it, I couldn’t tell if it could speak or be anything worth intelligible as it stood on his four hind legs as it ate the meat of another animal. Its four arms gripped it tightly while munching on the shredded meat.

The creature crawled into the light. It was a nightmare of corrupted geometry. It looked like a wolf that had been put through a meat grinder and reassembled by a glitching AI. It had no skin, only a skeletal framework wrapped in a pulsating, oil-slick layer of Shadow Matter. Its forelimbs were two massive, sickle-shaped bone blades that struck the stone floor with the precision of a clockwork mechanism.

Something crawled out of the water. Its body was twisted and deformed. Its face was a sickly green, its teeth long and jagged. It moved fast. Too fast. A rotting stench spread instantly through the air. Alaric's expression darkened. "This is bad. We took too long. Its core spirit has already returned." Before he even finished speaking, a scream tore through the night. The creature's claws ripped open my dad's stomach. He struggled, screaming in agony, but it was useless.

Wright, hailed as a hero for her role in the operation, led a team of top biologists and geneticists in a meticulous examination of the creature's physiology. The creature, once a human test subject, had been transformed by the bio-modifier into a grotesque parody. Its muscles were denser and stronger, bones reinforced beyond what nature intended. But the true horror lay beneath the surface – a warped neurological system, a tortured mind struggling against the imposed enhancements.

One of them stepped into a patch of moonlight, and I bit back a scream. It was huge. Bigger than any wolf had a right to be. Its fur was black as midnight, but it seemed to absorb light instead of reflecting it. Its eyes glowed with an unnatural yellow fire. When it opened its mouth, I saw teeth like daggers. But the worst part was its smell. Not just death, but something rotten. Something that had crawled out of a grave. "You're not real," I whispered. The creature's lips pulled back in what might have been a smile. More of them emerged from the shadows. Five. Six. Seven.

Ugly duckling yelled. "Can you just shut up? You look so hideous while yelling. Do you ever look at yourself in the mirror before coming out in the morning? I guess you don't have one since you are a lowly slave like me. Let me analyze your look, you don't have to pay because I'm generous, you are welcome sweetheart. So this is the analysis I have made. You look like a bull dog with a frog face... no not frogs because frogs actually look way cuter than you. You look like a vulture, a hairless rat with your half-eaten hair and you are so dirty... I would just call you a swine. And you have the gut to crush on my Prince Kael. Ugly frog!" I rushed my words, breathing heavily.

Gasping for breath, I turned around, instantly regretting the decision. There stood a rogue, a colossal creature compared to its ordinary counterparts. Blood dripped from its jagged fangs that had a hand between its grip, a limb that belonged to an unknown victim who was certainly dead. It was evident that the rogue's monstrous growth was fueled by the consumption of flesh and blood. Its black fur was matted with dirt and caked with mud, while its ink-black eyes seemed devoid of any humanity. The smell coming off of him was nothing but a putrid reminiscent of decaying flesh and rotting bodies.