Ugly Creatures Novels & Stories

Chris hissed. “We are fucking bored.” Mykynzye replied. “That doesn’t mean you start creating creatures.” Chris countered. “Hey, at least our creations on are cute and harmless. Unlike two people that should remain nameless who created a species that went on a mass killing spree and ended up spreading a weird ass disease around. Uncle Hades had to fix their creatures while we had to deal with the ones that were affected with the weird ass disease.” Kaelayni pointed out.

“The creatures were innocent, but they knew the prohibition, and they knew that to break a prohibition is to doom yourself to a curse of that caliber. It is possible that this place is very rich in magic because it was once the home of that god, and he put those creatures in the care of his house. Seeing that they failed to accomplish the mission, he decided to give them a chastisement to serve as a lesson.” “That seems even more terrible to me,” I said, annoyed. “It's a reality,” said Aris. “The god didn't mean to be cruel; however, chastisements are necessary, and somehow he finally made the creatures defend the wasteland.” “That's why we must create a plan based on what you saw. Do you kn

Silence descended following the first attack, from the darkness I could picture eleven more pairs of glowing eyes that opened towards us. “What are these?” I asked Damon, as we backed away slowly, the creatures advanced towards us, their angry snarls echoing and vibrating through my bones. Apparently they value their own. The finally came out towards the little illumination, and my breath seized, These creatures had been trapped down here for years, maybe decades, according to Damon. Their bodies were wrong, so wrong I suddenly had the urge to vomit just from mere looking at them. ugly twisted things, that had patches of fur hung from gray skin stretched too tight over bones that jutted at u

She was neither gentle nor nurturing. She slammed her hand on the table. "Enough! You will listen to me. Whether you choose to believe it or not, there are creatures similar to us that still kill for sustenance and sport. They revel in becoming the very monsters that haunt human nightmares, using their grotesque and often misshapen forms to amplify the terror just before they strike their victims. Once they fully transform, they are nearly impossible to kill, recruiting new members by slaughtering humans. And do you know what happens when they are reanimated? They become insatiably hungry." Their food of choice? Human flesh and bone."

Aurelia's point of view The stench of rot thickened in the air as the creatures clawed their way up from the deep crack in the ruin's walls. They weren’t ordinary rogues wolves but a creation of dark magic. Their bodies were mangled, half-decayed, eyes burning with a sickly green light that reeked of witchcraft. My claws scraped the stone floor as I shifted beside my mother, fur bristling, heart pounding. Her arm was injured from the fall earlier, but she stood tall, fangs bared, the crown of her lineage faintly glowing against her skin. “They’re not alive,” she growled, her voice a broken mix of fury and pain. “They’re bound… summoned.”

He flicked on the light switch, and froze. The room was a turmoil of squirming worm-like creatures. Each was about a foot long with a bulbous head and a mouth set with small needle-like teeth. They covered the floor and wriggled up and down the walls, excreting long strings of viscous slime. Several had gained purchase on the ceiling and were dangling cords of this sticky ooze beneath them. Many of the loathsome things were writhing, convulsively flexing and licking their dirty sides. The stench was unbearable.

There were so many creatures in this room that looked at me with hungry eyes but I also saw sorrow behind the hunger. These creatures were not meant to be caged. Just like all living things, they should be let to live their lives in freedom. Isn’t that what the moral was to all dad’s legends? I may not understand the concepts completely but seeing this room makes me sick to my stomach. They weren't monsters. Those that would lock them up away from the fresh night air were the monsters and I couldn’t just stand there. The snake-like creature that my dad was casting on hissed in pain as it squirmed in my dad’s tight grip. He had to stop! He was hurting it but I couldn’t see beyond the tears st

"He's so damn ugly. I've never seen him up close, but the sight of him terrifies me from afar." Chelsea bristled at Kayla's harsh words, his instincts urging him to defend Arc. But before he could say anything, Farron had already spoken up, sparing him the need to intervene. Farron's expression became disapproving. "Kayla, stop! It's not his fault he was born that way. The townsfolk have already treated him like garbage; you don't need to add to it." "No one's ever ugly. Everyone's beautiful," River said, offering a gentle counterpoint.

The demon hisses, looking frantically out the windows for any signs of the creatures. Oh, f**k me. Crawlers were a type of hunting beast, trackers, like blood hounds. They lived in The Deadlands of The Underworld, forbidden to enter The Mortal Realm because they were deadly and unpredictable. Crawlers were about the size of a six foot tall human with enhanced speed and strength, and looked like pinkish/red lizards minus the tail. They have no visible eyes, smooth skin, and have four inch claws that could easily shred flesh like pulled pork. Not to mention the mouth of razor sharp teeth they have and the five foot tongue they shot out like a freaking frog. I do not want to meet a Crawler even

Every breath I took in burned me on the inside like fire while I trembled from cold on the outside. Then I saw them. Eyes… Yellow, green, red, blue….. Dozens of them, all colorful, shiny but instead of being beautiful, they scared the living shit our of me. The creatures emerged, dragging themselves forward on broken limbs that cracked with every unnatural step. Their grins stretched too wide, revealing rows of jagged, splintered teeth and their skin peeled from their bodies like wet paper. They smelled worse than rot. I couldn’t scream, not even a whimper… It felt like their presence had deprived me of my voice and worse still, drained me of every ounce of energy in my bones.