Ugly Creatures Novels & Stories

"My ma and pa did not survive it. They fought those creatures but they did not win." "They died," the older girl told Kasa. Kasa's mouth opened to form an "o". "I'm so sorry about that, dears," she said. "Could you describe these creatures to us?" Arthur asked them gently. The girl replied to him when one of the younger children wanted to say something. "Yes. They were hairy, like wolves. In fact, they looked exactly like wolves…but they were able to stand on their two hind legs," she started and paused as tears rolled down her cheeks. "All of them were pitch black. They were like three times bigger than regular wolves."

The picture was getting clear about the seriousness of the mood and why Agenor wanted confirmation from the women in the party. The word 'Malaka' was familiar to him and jogged several memories in a split second. Just as Agenor mentioned, this matter was indeed unsettling, especially for women. A few months ago, Creed came across a knowledge article that had briefings on an abominable creature. He specifically remembered that article because of its beastly nature and disturbing quirks of the beast. They all knew that inside Glitch, besides the categorization based on their evolutionary stages, there was another broader categorization of beasts based on their tiers.

There were others. Several grotesque looking creatures that differed in looks and stature, were struggling to fight off the flames. These creatures numbered in the hundreds. Some were as small as children, but exuded sinister energy that no innocent child would have, while others were as large as trucks and stood on all four legs. Some had horns, with a few possessing more than two horns, while others had long tails that could easily mistaken for whips. Of course, there were also those that possessed both features. Their differed in colour as well, but the dominant colour amongst the masses was black. These creatures were struggling to hold back the flames, and some tried to take down the on

The ground beneath it trembled as something dark and monstrous clawed its way through. My breath caught in my throat as the first of the creatures emerged. They were like nothing I had ever seen before—half-lycan, half-werewolf abominations, with eyes glowing like witches and sharp, elongated teeth like vampires. Their snouts were wide, their jaws too large for their heads, filled with rows of jagged fangs that dripped with saliva. They moved on all fours, their long limbs unnaturally bent, their bodies twisted in grotesque ways that made my stomach turn. They let out deep, guttural growls as they pounced into the dimension, their massive forms tearing through the battlefield with reckless a

“A what? I haven’t got a clue.” “Imagine a patchwork of flesh from living supernatural creatures mixed into a disgusting mass. They’re created by rogue mages or even liches for fighting on the battlefield. There’s no way to explain them to someone not with our knowledge. Imploding them is better than leaving the mess behind. You try explaining it to the mundane authorities. If you know anything about the game, Dungeons and Dragons. They’re influenced a lot by the image of these creatures. The best description I can give you a mad scientist put together leftover bits and pieces from other test subjects. Placed tentacles and eyeballs. Too many claws and teeth. Often their teeth and claws deliv

And she didn't have to. Appearing from the rounded corner and blocking their way were five creatures with gray mottled skin and long-fingered hands. They were about eight feet tall, their limbs stretched and bony, their ribs standing out from under their rotting flesh. Their faces were mere masks, stuck haphazardly to their skull to cover the raw, pink muscles underneath. But these weren't ordinary masks, Kat realized as the creatures stepped into better light. The identities they forcefully molded into their heads weren't just random. In fact, all of them struck a chord in Kat's mind. When it finally clicked, she could only let out a scream.

ARES' POV I tore the head clean off another beast, black blood splattering my fur like ink spilled on parchment. The stench was unbearable—rotting flesh, dark magic, and something else. Something fouler. Whoever made these abominations had to be a sick, twisted bastard. Their creation wasn’t just flawed—it was insulting. These things were no match for an ordinary Alpha, let alone me. But the question that haunted me more than their creation was how they got in.

Their heads twisted upside down. Bones snapping. Limbs dragging unnaturally. Noah nearly vomited. “What IS THAT?!” Kai stepped in front of everyone. His fists clenched. “Ugly.” The creatures smiled. Their jaws unhinged. Then they charged. Kai punched the first creature so hard its head twisted completely off. “THAT felt amazing!” “No celebrating!” Lena screamed. She pulled Tess backward as another creature lunged. Elara grabbed a broken metal rod and slammed it into one creature’s throat.

I used to shed tears of how every one treats me in addition to losing my only hope that I had in my life. " You ugly creature..bring here my juice " Alexis shouted at me one day as I sat on one of the isolated seats in the corner during dinner. I was usually not supposed to be but I was just tired of going outside to be called inside after only a few minutes.. I just sat there waiting for any consequences that was to befall me.

The degenerates were going to unleash hell on Earth. Leo continued, "To fight those creatures, you will have to know one thing: these aren't some mindless creatures. They have their own minds, they are vicious, and they are extremely strong. For many reasons, they are more like vampire commoners… except for the fact that they are not allergic to the sun."