Ugly Creatures Novels & Stories

We deserve peace. A growl rumbled ahead, low and menacing, snapping me right out of my swirling thoughts about Adrian. My eyes focused forward, and there they were—those twisted creatures, the very same ones we'd battled back at our old camp. Ugly, unnatural things with limbs that didn't move quite right, eyes glowing with some unholy hunger. My heart rate picked up again, slamming against my ribs like a warning drum, as the full weight of the mess we're in crashed down on me.

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.

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."

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.

“But Mommy, his socks don’t match! Boys can’t wear dinosaur socks with lightning bolts. That’s not stylish.” Milo looked up from where he sat on the floor, one sock halfway on. “But I like dinosaurs.” “Lightning bolts don’t go with dinosaurs!” Mira insisted, folding her arms dramatically. Elara pinched the bridge of her nose, fighting back a laugh. “Mira, he’s four. I think we can let dinosaurs and lightning bolts coexist for today.” “But Mommy...” “No buts, young lady.” Elara crouched down to help Milo with his shoes, smiling softly when he grinned at her. “You look perfect. Right, soldier?”

"Saye, what is that you want me to see-" I say as I enter but pause with wide eyes and back hitting against the wall, shocked. "What the hell is that?" One of the boys, the youngest, has some one-eye creature. It's like a dark gooey substance paste, and someone just glued those plastic eyes for arts and crafts. Its round yellow eyes look around frantically. I feel a chill running down my spine, seeing how disgusting it is. "In the Demon Realm, these are called Carcurus; they are low-level creatures that find a victim and stick themself on a host sucking the life force out of them."

I exclaim her words get me scared of Adams and his family. "A few years ago, there was a fall of higher obscure creatures, more obscure than you and I, they had no face and they were all covered in dark garments with reddish blood eyes, somewhere invisible. Most of those creatures came out through the gate. It was like they were coming from the human world. They were brainless, and killing was their only goal." She counts with so many pains. "Omg!" I exclaim.

He saw them then. Creatures. Twisted, mutated things, their forms barely recognizable as once-human. Their skin was a sickly grey-green, stretched taut over bone-thin frames. Their limbs were elongated and distorted, their movements jerky and unnatural. Their eyes glowed with a malevolent intelligence, reflecting the strange light of the cavern. They moved with a disturbing grace, their bodies slithering across the uneven floor, their long, clawed fingers dragging against the ground.

The golden manes were now shredded and in place stood a furless pale creature with red eyes and jagged teeth. Crawlers? That is what they reminded me of, A more animalistic version of Orion’s Crawlers. The creatures attempted to growl at me but instead of something deep and menacing, it was a screech that sent a shiver down my spine, piercing every single nerve ending and shaking my very core.

It was as if their very existence was bound to something darker—something far worse than we had anticipated. I blocked a vicious bite aimed at my throat, kicking the creature back with all my strength. Its glowing eyes locked onto mine, twisted with rage and something far more sinister. These things weren’t like us. They weren’t even wolves. They were abominations, their bodies broken and deformed, corrupted by whatever twisted magic had brought them to life.