Supernatural Wars

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Well, this is based off a match I did in the SA; I enjoyed writing the intro so much that I decided to make several battle between legendary monsters of myth and legend. There will be six battles per 'season', aiming for six seasons here.

There will eventually be a time for submitting monsters and link to info about them, but that's for another time. Right now, I have the first one done, and might have the second here tomorrow. Enjoy, uncle-fuckas!




Area: Honey Island Swamp, Louisiana



In the dark depths of the Honey Island Swamp, an entity dwelled in its shadows. The beast was very large, about nine feet tall. Brown, shaggy fur covered all of its body except its face, which had dark brown leathery skin. The legend was true; in the swamps of Louisiana, there lived a... sasquatch? This beast is not native to these lands. But another hominid was. Roars echoed throughout the marsh, but not from the legendary monster. A green form smashed into the sasquatch, knocking the ape down with tremendous force. The sasquatch got halfway up when it saw the creature that hit it.


The monster was about eight foot tall, and dark green. It almost could pass off as a sasquatch itself, if you looked at the thing from far away; it had brown flesh on its underbelly, and green...’grass’ on its back, with no true fur. The legs were long and muscular, rather gangly for something of its build. The arms had little of this foliage, and ended in webbed, tendril-fingered hands. No claws were on its fingers or its feet. The appendages had three fingers and a thumb, whilst the feet had only three toes. The head of the green beast was somewhat stretched out, and it’s teeth were all in the front of the mouth, no molars. All were very sharp, ending in jagged points. The monster had very small and pure-white eyes, and no nose or ears; the Honey Island Swamp monster had arrived.


It roared at the sasquatch, which just got upright entirely. The hairy monster roared back at the swamp monster, and charged. The sasquatch tried to go for a punch to the skull with its right hand, but the swamp beast dodged the attack, and punched the sasquatch in the gut. The Honey Island monster then went for its back, but the sasquatch was able to back off. It thought hard, evaluating the situation. The sasquatch knew a direct approach wasn’t going to work, at least not this way. The sasquatch looked at the sky, and found an answer.


It bolted away, going deep into the marshlands. The swamp creature roared in protest; it wanted a decent fight, but apparently it was fighting a coward. The humans have mistaken the Honey Island Swamp monster for this beast, but it didn’t understand why. It ran in the direction the sasquatch went, heading even farther into its homeland; the hunt was on.


Hours past as the sasquatch charged through the marsh; it was glad it knew how to run well in unfavorable conditions. The giant hairy hominid darted left and right seemingly at random, but in fact it was wasting time. The night was fast approaching, and the sasquatch knew due to the eyes of the marshland freak that it would have the advantage over the Honey Island monster. Its roars were heard far away, giving the sasquatch time to take a breather. The beast was thinking of turning back; the sasquatch had the strength advantage. And it undoubtedly had the experience. But the monster had speed, and that is something the sasquatch knew it didn’t have as much of.


It was about to run when the Honey Island monster appeared before it, growling. Apparently, the roars weren’t as far away as they seemed. It lunged at the sasquatch, which was just fast enough to put up its arms to shield its face. The creature bit the sasquatch's arms, causing a cry of pain to emit from the primate. In anger, the missing link raised his fist nice and high, then brought it down on the its assailant's head. The Honey Island Swamp monster let go instantly, screeching in pain while holding its head. The sasquatch then kicked the monster in the chest, knocking it on its back. The creature scrambled in an attempt to get away, but the sasquatch wouldn’t allow it by stepping on its ankle. The crack of bone was immediately followed by a shriek of agony from the beast.


The Honey Island resident was desperate to get away from its opponent, now crawling away. The monster of the swamp knew it got into something it couldn’t handle now, and the beast wanted to get away, to live another day. The sasquatch stepped on its back to stop the crawling green gargantuan from moving, and was thinking on what to do; it could just finish off this animal, put it down so to speak. But the sasquatch wasn’t a natural killer; it saw no real need to kill the Honey Island Swamp monster. The sasquatch proved its point, and that’s all it needed to do. Let it know who’s boss, who owned these swamps. The sasquatch stepped off of the creature, and looked down in pity. The Honey Island monster looked back up, and barely saw the look on the sasquatch. The sasquatch turned and lumbered off, deciding it didn’t like the swamps. The creature was sitting up now, watching the legendary beast leave. It wouldn’t let it leave; the creature’s eyesight is poor in low-light situations, so it didn’t see the look very clearly. It interpreted it as mocking, antagonizing even.


The Honey Island beast was enraged at the misinterpreted facial expression, and started to get up. It was now after a good thirty seconds standing on one foot, glaring at the monster walking away. The sasquatch was oblivious to what was happening, taking a short and quick break. It was about to continue until the Honey Island swamp monster grabbed it from behind, and bit into its left shoulder. The sharp teeth of the monster had no problems going into the flesh of the ape, drawing blood instantly. The sasquatch flipped the marshland terror over its shoulder by grabbing its head. When the creature landed before it, it grabbed it with its other hand, one on the skull and the other on the jaw. It started to pull them apart, making the swamp being struggle to get away. It kicked, jabbed, punched, but it was useless as the sasquatch violently broke the monsters jaw. It threw the beast to the ground, its mouth now bleeding profusely. The sasquatch knew that the thing would die a painful, slow death, so it picked up its adversary and bashed its head off a nearby tree as hard as it could, the skull fracturing and matter flying everywhere.


The sasquatch roared in anger, not wanting to kill it. But the swamp monster gave the sasquatch no choice; it wasn’t going to tolerate being bitten lightly. It now started to speed walk away, but not before a human captured a photo of it walking away. He never saw the corpse that was left behind, blending into its final resting place...

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Forgot I could double post.



Area: North Carolina, on Wateree Creek


In the dark of night, a dog is seen walking in the woods, going to get a drink from the Wateree Creek. It is stopped dead in its tracks, as a cat-like creature rushes it, knocking it to its side. The Beast of Bladenboro kills another dog when it breaks its jaw and drains it of its blood. It roars into the air, and walks off. It’s form can now fully be seen in the moonlight.


It was covered in blood-caked black fur, and had long claws that retracted. The animal would easily be mistaken for a cat if the head wasn’t so distant from the norm. And also that the whole beast was about the size of a large dog. But its head was thick and had a long muzzle. Canines filled the front half of its mouth, and molars were in the back. The monster roared again, and was about to leave, when it saw a sight it wouldn’t forget.


A creature appeared before it, one the feline-like beast never saw before. It was bare of any fur, just black skin. The forelegs were longer than the back, giving the freakish being a hyena’s stance. The fore-paws were capped with disproportionate claws. The thing also had a mane of spines going down the back of the neck, starting at the sinister head. It was somewhat like a dogs, but the skin was heavily wrinkled and had large fangs on the lower jaw, glistening with red. The monster’s red eyes glared at the monster before it, and it screeched at it. The resident of Bladenboro was at first stunned to see anything like this, then angered that this newcomer trespass its territory. The false feline lunged at the chupacabra, and then learned its mistake.


The chupacabra charged at it as well, but ducked its head. The Bladenboro monster got a face-full of spines, stabbing and pricking the feline’s flesh. It yelped and got away from the spines, but was tackled by the legendary beast instantly. The Puerto-Rican legend was going for the throat, so the cat-mimic wiggled its hind legs free and kicked the chupacabra in the gut. The black-skinned monster was forced to get off, lest it wanted to see its innards on the ground. The chupacabra thought for a second, then lunged again. The town stalker went for the head of the goat-sucker, but in that moment payed for its folly. The chupacabra hunted many cats in its time, and knew this was close enough to one for this to work. As soon as the vampiric cat lunged for it, it turned around and mule-kicked it in the head, knocking it down. The chupacabra ran for the downed beast, only to meet a flurry of claws. The chupacabra yelped and hissed as it backed away.


There was a long standoff as they eyed each other, waiting for the other to make the first move. They circled on another, just waiting for one to mess up. It was the pseudo-cat that fouled up, as it hit a pit in the ground that made it lose balance. The chupacabra charged, running over the monster and using its claws to inflict brutal slash wounds as it did so. It turned around, ready to charge again only to see the thing sailing towards it. They roll over one another, biting and slashing as they went into the Wateree Creek. They finally separated, the chupacabra bearing many scratches on its chest whilst the beast of Bladenboro bore a good-sized slash on its jaw. The charge from earlier was taking its toll on the feline, making the beast weaker as it lost more blood from a wound in its leg.


The chupacabra noticed the wound and howled into the air, then a shot rang out. It hit a nearby tree, causing the chupacabra to turn. It saw a flashlight, the light getting brighter. The beast of Bladenboro didn’t know what was going on, the feline monster never saw this before. The chupacabra did, and bolted.


“There it goes! Josh, get it, get it!” the first man said. Another flashlight shone in, catching the cat-like monster in its beam.


“Jesus Christ, what is that thing?!” The man then gasped as it charged him, fumbling to get his rifle. It jumped at him, ready to tear into his throat when it was shot in the head by another. It fell limp into the creek, its blood swirling around it.


The chupacabra had better luck, knowing of the lights and what followed them. Many of its kind have almost been killed when they attacked, and it knew that. So it took no chances, getting out of there as soon as it could. Maybe North Carolina in 1954 wasn’t such a good idea to hunt...

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Area: Enfield, Illinois


It was a cold and dark night, as the town of Enfield went off into sleep. Other beings woke up, however, and a monster arrived out of a nearby creek. It was about five feet tall, and bright green. The monster was covered head to toe by scales, glistening in the night. It had red eyes, and sharp teeth in its wide mouth. The creature hissed into the air, and started towards the sleeping town. The reptilian then noticed something on the other side of the field it was on, and whatever it was eventually stopped moving to look at the lizardman. The creature was gray, and it was about four feet tall. The grey monster had two large, thick legs, with its tail having a third foot on the end.; apparently, that was also a leg, not a tail. The beast’s body went longways, never going higher than its hip. Two arms sprouted from the things chest, small but well muscled, and ended in hands with two fingers and a thunb. The head was large, and had red eyes. The mouth was tall and full of sharp, dagger-like teeth. No molars were in its jaws. It turned to face the lizardman, hissing as it did so.


It was about seventy feet away, and the lizardman thought it had the advantage of speed. But it was surprised when the horror bounced on its three legs, clearing the area in less than five seconds. The Enfield horror slammed into the swamp dweller, knocking it on its rear. The lizardman swung with its fist, only for the meaty appendage to be caught by the creatures mouth. The grey monster bit down, blood spurting out the sides of its jaws. The lizardman roared in pain, trying to get its hand out of the creatures mouth. But the Enfield monster just bit harder, cracks resonating in the cold air. The lizardman reached for the monsters eye with its other hand, causing the monster to let go and bound away. The lizardman got up, looking around for the Enfield horror while holding its broken, bloody hand close to its body. The lizardman thought it was finished, and started for the town when it was slammed into from behind and trampled on. The lizardman roared in agony as it felt a rib break under the force of the bounds by the grey being. It bounced away again, the reptilian monster getting up, and running for the town. The lizardman wanted to get out of this creatures range, in an area where the grey horror couldn’t do that.


The lizardman was close to the sleeping populace when it was struck again, this time in the leg. The green monster was knocked down, but this time the horror stayed. It stepped on the lizardman’s ankle, tearing into the flesh. The lizardman backhanded the beast in the face, only causing it to hiss.The creature lunged for the lizardman’s throat, but was met by a solid kick to the face. The Enfield terror falls to its side, as the lizardman rises. The humanoid reptile starts to slash and cut at the Enfield horror, causing it to hiss. The lizardman punches the beast in the gut, and the horror kicks the lizardman in the face in retaliation, breaking the lizardman’s jaw. It collapses onto its back as the Enfield monster gets up to a vertical base. It glares at the lizardman, then grabs it by the throat with its arms. The Enfield horror squeezes and twists until it breaks the lizardman’s neck, the lizardman all the while struggling feebly. humanoid lay there, unable to move but still living. The Enfield then starts to tear into the lizardman, eating its fill. The monster stops and walks away from the hemorrhaging lizardman, still alive and in agony. The beast cannot scream, nor can it retaliate. The lizardman lay there dying, wondering why it had come here in the first place...

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Area: Rainforest in Java


Two monsters stood in the dark forest floor. One was greyish-black, with a tall head and pointed ears. The thing was gangly as well, thin arms and legs connected to a tall and also thin body. Its face had yellow eyes and a tall mouth, with its incisors replaced with fangs. The largest fangs were in the center, and they got smaller as they went to either side. It had no other teeth, and its hands had long, thin claws. A nosferatu had arrived in Java.


The other was bat-like, a furry body with bat wings and short but strong legs. Its tail was rat-like, and its head was basically a bats. It had blood dripping from its face, and its wings were folded. They had three foot long hook-like claws on them, and they were against the ground. It looked at the adversary before it, enraged it had dare trespass in its home. The yellow eyes of the creature squinted, looking at the giant bat before it. Was this a trick? Some insult to its might? This obviously was no nosferatu, they evolved from this form centuries ago. The nosferatu roared in anger, as the Ahool hissed in preparation. The bat creature raised it arms just in time when the nosferatu lunged.


The greyish monster charged forth, hands out in front of it to grab the Ahool. The beast was met by a slash from the hook-claws on the Ahool’s wings, forcing the legendary monster back. The Ahool advanced, knowing it had the nosferatu out-matched in weaponry. It spread its wings to frighten the nosferatu, but was met by a savage kick to the gut. The Ahool bent forward, then getting kicked in the face. The bat monster stumbled back, trying to regain its balance. The nosferatu then stepped forward, pressing the monster into a tree. The night-stalker lunged, but the Ahool did the same. They collided into one another, the Ahool’s superior mass winning out. It grabbed the nosferatu by the shoulders, spun around, throwing it into a rock nearby. The blackish monster got up as fast as it could, but when the nosferatu looked up, the Ahool’s face was right there. The ancient bat monster bit the nosferatu in the throat, and spun-threw the beast again, the night dweller smashing into a tree. But when the Ahool tried it again, the bat-like beast ran into an outstretched foot. The Ahool fell to the forest floor, instantly being pinned to the ground.


The nosferatu swiped viciously at the downed Ahool, drawing blood with every strike. The grey monster rose its fist to strike harder, but then the Ahool was finally able to get its arms free, throwing them at the chest of the nosferatu and stabbing the thing with its claws. The Ahool threw the nosferatu to the ground behind it, and rolled onto its belly. The nosferatu was already up, and punt-kicked the Ahool in the face, making the now dazed giant bat rise to its knees. The nosferatu then alternated savage shots with its fists, punching the bat giant in the face again and again, never relenting or stopping.


After about two minutes of this, the nosferatu stopped, too tired to go on. It fell to one knee, as the Ahool fell backwards, collapsing from the pain and exhaustion. The bat monster moved its jaw around, trying to get feeling back into it. The Javan resident spit out blood and teeth, the nosferatu now on both knees. The beast was panting heavily; it never met a fight like this. The nosferatu felt its ribs, they being cracked by the impact with the rock. The thing got up eventually, and started off. The Ahool lay there, seemingly unable to continue. In reality, it was waiting for the nosferatu to get far enough away for it to rush it. When the nosferatu was about fifty feet away, the Ahool jumped to its feet and began to barrel towards the monster. The vampire thought it heard something, and turned around only to be blindsided by the flying form of the Ahool. The nosferatu smashed to the ground, holding its shoulder as the monster screeched in pain. The Ahool wasn’t finished, and did another fly-by. The nosferatu got up only to be knocked down again, this time getting hit in the face. It lay there dazed, and struggled to get up. The Ahool did it a third time, catching the black demon-like creature in the mouth with its feet. The nosferatu tumbled backwards, eventually rolling onto its feet. The beast spun round to face the flying Ahool, which was ready to swoop in for another strike. When the flying assailant came again, the nosferatu ducked, then chased the monster flying by. It jumped onto trees, swinging through them. The nosferatu kept this up until it was right behind the Ahool, which was planning to leave this area. The bat-mimic sensed something behind it, and looked over its shoulder just in time to turn around. The nosferatu lunged to the point that it was right above the Ahool, the night-stalker raising its right hand. The Ahool only had time to screech, as the nosferatu struck the Ahool in the face with its closed fist, eliciting a spurt of blood to leave the maw of the Ahool.


They both hit the ground, the nosferatu rolling as it did so. The Ahool simply impacted the ground, unconscious. The nosferatu was about to finish the Ahool off, but at that moment the adrenaline left its bloodstream. The night dweller was exhausted, the ribs threatening to puncture organs. The nosferatu collapsed to the ground, too tired to finish what it started. It lay on its back, as the beast drifted to unconsciousness itself. The nosferatu had won, and was content with that.

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Area: Pine Barrens, New Jersey


Crashing and growling was heard, as two monsters fought. One was about seven feet tall, and very pale. The other was about eight or nine feet tall, very large and brown. The larger one grabbed the pale grey creature, and threw it to the ground. The larger monster roared into the air and spread its wings.


It was as if nature decided to make an exception to its own laws, as this monster was a hybrid of many animals. The thing had the body of a bull mixed with human, and stood upright like a man. But that’s where the similarity ended. The body was covered in short brown hair, as was the rest of its anatomy. The arms were thin, and ended in three-digited hands capped with thick black claws. It legs were trunk-like and stopped with hooves. The head was that of a horse, but it had canines like a dog, and had ram horns that curled over. It also had bat wings that went ten feet wide when fully spread. The beast was hunched over at all times, the muscles for the wings making it impossible to stand entirely upright. The demonic being growled at its opponent, which was just as strange and terrifying in its own right.


It was gray skinned, no hair what-so-ever. It had a human-like head, but taller, like it was stretched upward. The mouth was void of any molars, just jagged sharp teeth lining the front of its mouth. It had black eyes, no pupils visible. The arms were freakishly long, almost touching the ground when standing upright. The hands were long and capped with fleshless fingers that ended with long claws; apparently the freak ate its fingers when alone. The monster had thick legs, although still thin when compared to the other monster’s. The grey one had what seemed to be remains of green shorts, torn up at the ends. It also had a necklace with bars going across, much like a ritualistic one worn on Native Americans. It roared at the monster before it, as they started to circle one another.


The Jersey devil knew these parts well, and had heard of this monster. The wendigo’s lust for human flesh was no secret to the spawn of hell. It roared at the legend, then advanced. The wendigo never heard of this monster, but the savage cannibal didn’t care; as long as whatever it fought had flesh. The wendigo needed to sate this hunger, to silence it. The beast lunged for the Jersey monster, reaching for its face.


The demon-like freak lurched back, surprised at the sudden attack. It flapped its wings and sped towards the monster with a boost of speed. The wendigo stopped dead in its tracks and braced for impact. The Jersey dweller slammed into the Native American horror with tremendous force, knocking it down. The Jersey devil turned around, kicking its foe in the gut. The wendigo curled, holding its stomach. The Native American horror slowly got up, seemingly winded by the blow. As the Jersey devil walked up to the ‘injured’ monster, the wendigo swiped at the Jersey devil, clawing its face. The monster held its face as it roared in pain. The Jersey devil glared at its foe, completely fine; did it heal? The wendigo had neither the mind nor the time to think on this. Enraged at this monsters tenacity, the Jersey devil grabbed for the wendigo again to throw it, but the wendigo learned. The beast ducked beneath, and struck the demonic creature hard in the soft spot.


The Jersey devils eyes bugged, and it leaned on top of the wendigo. The wendigo roared its displeasure, but then started to rise. The devil struggled to get off, but was being grabbed by the leg and shoulder. In a feat of strength, the wendigo lifted the monster above its head, roaring in rage. The demon couldn’t believe the amount of strength this beast had. It was about two-hundred pounds heavier than the wendigo, where did this come from?! It was then thrown off, the wendigo making sure it hit the nearest tree, which was about twenty feet away. The Jersey devil sat up against the tree, in shock of this. It was about to plan its next move, when the wendigo vanished. The Jersey devil looked around, now questioning its sanity. Did that just happen? Where did the monster go; no way it could go that fast, that far away. The Jersey devil was about to leave, when it was grabbed by the head from above.



The wendigo struggled to lift the flailing beast, but was able to get the beast up to where it wanted. The wendigo grabbed the Jersey devil from under the shoulders once the beast got up, and started to rip into its left wing. The Jersey devil started to flail wildly, making the branch creak and groan. It was in unbelievable pain, desperate to get the cannibal off of it. The combined weight of the two monsters and the demon’s struggles finally made the tree branch splinter and break off, sending them both hard into the ground. The Jersey devil got up within seconds, and examined its left wing. It was rendered useless, unable to move without causing pain. The Jersey devil glared at the maneater before it, growling as it did so. The wendigo curled its face into a gruesome smile, liking the taste of blood. It wanted more.


The wendigo lunged again, but was met by a massive headbutt by the satanic being. The manslayer stumbled into the tree, but the demon wasn’t finished. The Jersey devil slammed into the tree with all of its might, smashing them both through the other side as the tree collapsed. The Jersey devil was able to get upright in time before the tree came down. The wendigo wasn’t so lucky, as it was pinned beneath the tree. The Jersey devil, pleased with the wendigos predicament, started to walk off. It was tired, and hurt. It didn’t want to fight anymore. Suddenly, the wendigo roared in outrage, stuck onto its back. The Jersey devil turned to see something it never thought it would see from this monster; a true feat of its strength.


The wendigo was straining with effort, pushing with all its might. The Jersey devil was stunned, unable to believe its eyes. It would have attacked, but thought the wendigo wasn’t going to be able to do it. The wendigo roared with exertion as it lifted the tree off of its chest, the claws if the monster digging into the bark and sap dripping from the puncture points. It threw the tree away with great effort, it crashing several feet away. The wendigo rose, shaking with excitement; it was going to get flesh from the hulking beast, one way or another.


The monster lunged forward face-first, clamping its jaws onto the demons shoulder. The Jersey devil punched the face of the crazed cannibal, but it was no use as the savage being of legend tore into the flesh and cracked the bones inside. The demon then tries to pull the wendigo off, and regrets it instantly. As soon as the Jersey devil starts to push, the wendigo wrenches its head away without loosening its jaws, tearing off a good chuck from the demon. The Jersey resident shrieked in agony, then glared at its foe. The monster grabbed the wendigo by the shoulders and threw it to the nearest tree. The Jersey devil didn’t let the wendigo collapse this time, rushing up and slamming its right arm across the throat of the meat-crazed maniac. Pinning the monster’s upper body against the tree, the Jersey devil started to crash its fist into the midsection of the wendigo again and again, the monster half roaring, half yelping in pain with every strike. The Jersey devil hit as hard as it could with every hit, breaking bones, bruising flesh, roaring in rage and maniacal glee all the while. The Jersey devil stopped momentarily, and looked down at the wendigo’s body. It was bloody, ribs showing through, and blood staining the tree. The Jersey devil noticed the necklace, and yanked it off the neck of the wendigo. The Jersey devil held the object in front of the monster, then crunched in its hand and threw the remains of the tribal necklace away. The wendigo roared in absolute rage, and raised its left arm. The wendigo roared as it brought the fist down down with all its might, slamming it against the injured shoulder. The Jersey devil howled in pain, as its arm fractured at the injury. the limb now rendered useless. The wendigo slammed its other fist into the gut of the Jersey devil, sending it flying into the ground. The crazed flesh-tearer then jumped onto the chest of the Jersey devil, and then started to bash its fists into the head. The beast never stopped, never relented, and eventually blood started to spurt from its head.


Loud crunches were eventually heard with every strike, then squishes. The wendigo didn’t stop until all that was left of the Jersey devil’s head was a bloody pulp. It roared in the air as loud as it could, then slammed its face into the limp body of the Jersey devil. Apparently, the demon was cursed... with defeat.

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The last one for a bit. And it is one of my personal favorites; enjoy, the longest one yet.



Area: Woods of Europe (Exact location unknown)


A monster of legend howled into the night, making its presence known. It was standing on top of a hill, being illuminated by the full moon. It was covered in black fur, longest at the back and shortest at the chest and face. The body was wide at the top near the shoulders, and had a relatively thin waist. It had large, thick arms, and even thicker legs. Its hands were much like a humans, but capped in black claws. The feet were like large dog paws, with no visible claws. The head was like a dogs, but with red eyes, and no lips; its teeth bared at all times. It started down the hill, when it saw a strange creature.


It was very gangly, about seven feet tall. Most of that a combination of long legs and body. It was covered in gray, very short fur, almost unnoticeable on the gray skin. The eyes were black holes, nothing in them. The mouth was almost the same, but had gleaming teeth similar to freshly polished marble. It stared at the lycanthrope, never looking away. It gave its challenge, and the werewolf wasn’t about to decline.


The werewolf charged down the hill, the skinwalker ready for it. The skinwalker ducked down, and hooked its arm under the werewolf’s. It flipped the werewolf over its shoulder, but the werewolf knew this trick. It landed on its feet, then threw the surprised beast onto the bottom of the hill. The skinwalker rolled onto its feet, then dodges as the werewolf came barrelling past trying to punt the skinwalker in the head. The werewolf turned around, only to be taken down by the leaping form of its adversary. The werewolf fell onto its back, then kicking off the crazed monster. They both got up, waiting for the other to make a move. The skinwalker shot forward, but the werewolf brought its fist onto the skinwalkers back. It collapsed onto the grass, winded. The werewolf then walked past, grabbing the ankle of the skinwalker. It spun the skinwalker around one time, then threw it deeper into the woods. The skinwalker tumbled, eventually coming to a stop about forty feet away. The freakish monster got up, although shakily, and waited for the werewolf to charge. But is was nowhere to be seen. The skinwalker looked around, first left, to right, then up.


The werewolf crashed into a startled opponent, and grabbed it by the neck. The lycanthrope tried to strangle the monster, but was hit in the gut hard by several punches. It let go, leaning against a tree and holding its gut. The werewolf wheezed as it tried to get its breath back, as the skinwalker rose. It didn’t stay up for long, as the werewolf kicked it straight in the face, the impact sending the creature sprawling. The werewolf stood up straight, and took a deep breath. It started away, but then heard crunching. The werewolf turned around, only to be punched straight in the face. The legendary monster stumbled back, only to be kicked in the gut. It toppled over, then being kneed in the head. The werewolf looked up form the ground, dazed by this savage assault. It saw its assailant, but not what it expected.


What stood before it was no thin, gangly freak, but instead a healthy, white-furred werewolf. It was in shock; they weren’t supposed to be this far west.


The new ‘arrival’ smiled, liking the look of shock on the werewolf’s face. The werewolf got up as soon as it could, but was met by a series of strikes. The werewolf fought hard as it thought about the situation. This had to be the skinwalker; the damned thing was a shape shifter. The werewolf was a first in awe of this form changer, then enraged. It dare mock its kind?! It would pay with its useless life! It roared in outrage, then charged. The skinwalker knew it had enraged the werewolf with this shift, and it liked its opponents mad. It smiled sinisterly, and prepared for the monster coming at it.


The werewolf grabbed the false lycanthrope, and shoved into a tree. It tried to slash at the skinwalkers head, but it dodged, instead hitting the tree and tearing into the bark. The skinwalker clutched at the werewolf by the waist, and started whirling around. It smashed into any tree it could see, a blur of black and white. Eventually it let go, sending the werewolf tumbling away. The skinwalker, wasting no time, lunged at the prone form of the werewolf but was met by a solid kick in the chest. The skinwalker stumbled back, then swiping at the werewolf with its claws. The werewolf held its shoulder, now bleeding slightly.


The skinwalker snarled at it, looking at it in false pity, mocking the werewolf. The skinwalker attacked again by punching the werewolf in the side of the neck. It retaliated by crashing its forearm into the face of the skinwalker. The mimic then dug its claws into the shoulder, and making the werewolf roar in pain, closing its eyes. The skinwalker cackled in the night, thinking it had the werewolf on the ropes.The black eyes squinted with the smile on the skinwalkers face, as it started to bring up its other hand. The werewolf looked right at the monster, the full moon reflecting off the red, gleaming eyes; the skinwalker’s assumption was wrong.


The werewolf growled, smacking the arm from underneath, taking the claws out. It then clapped its hands on each side of the skinwalkers neck, then threw the stunned skinwalkers body backward with a neck clutch spin-throw, sending the skinwalker sailing overhead. The skinwalker crashed onto the hill, grimacing in pain. It rolled onto its back, but was again met by the leaping form. The werewolf grabbed the skinwalker by the shoulder, pinning it down. It then punched the skinwalker as hard as it could, making its head turn the other way. It spit out a bit of blood.


The skinwalker roared at the werewolf, challenging if it had any more to dish out. The werewolf raised its fist again, but the skinwalker delivered a right shot, knocking the werewolf off. They both got up in a hurry, then attacked again. The skinwalker started it with a kick to the side of the leg, and the werewolf struck back with a gut shot. The skinwalker bent down, then straightened up with a knee smash to the face. The werewolf stumbled back, then was thrown back down the hill. The werewolf rolled onto all fours, and saw the running skinwalker. It stood up straight, and waited for the skinwalker to get closer. When it got close enough, which was about five feet, the werewolf steeped to the side, the skinwalker having no time to react. It was met with a closed-fist uppercut to the throat, making the skinwalker gag and cough up blood as it collapsed, rolling down the hill. It stopped on the bottom, not moving. The werewolf sneered as it turned away. The skinwalker coughed up more blood, then stood up.


The skinwalker roared at the werewolf, wondering why it thought it was finished. The skinwalker had plenty of fight, and motioned for the beast to come at it again. The werewolf then walked down the hill, but the skinwalker had no intention on waiting. It jumped up the hill, slamming into the werewolf and tackling it to the ground. It pinned the werewolfs arms down, and started to repeatedly punch the lycanthrope in the face. The werewolf was able to roll the skinwalker off, then started for the top of the hill. The skinwalker chased it, and when they got up to the hill, the skinwalker jumped the werewolf from behind and bit it in the shoulder. The werewolf roared in pain, and smashed its fist into the skinwalker face. The skinwalker let go, and shoved the werwolf forward. The cursed human turned around to meet a volley of shots.


First, the skinwalker punched the werewolf across the face. The skinwalker then kicked its foe in the gut, and slammed its forearm across the back of the werewolf. The werewolf dropped to one knee, and then slammed its fist down on the skinwalker’s foot as retaliation. It shrieked in pain, backing off and allowing the werewolf to get up. The lycanthrope surged forward, starting by punching the skinwalker in the face. The skinwalker returned with a right hook to the face, the werewolf punching it straight in the face again. They kept up this back-and-forth struggle until they started to tire. The werewolf collapsed to one knee, while the skinwalker just fell backwards. They started to fight on their knees, punching each other in the face again. The skinwalker raked his claws against the face of the werewolf, and the werewolf uppercutted the skinwalker, both simultaneously. They both fell back, the werewolf clutching its face, and the skinwalker just sprawled out.


They just lay there for about half an hour, doing nothing. Eventually the werwolf forces himself up, starting to walk away. It turned to see the skinwalker lying there, but suddenly it sat up, a demented smile on its face, its black eyes and smile unnerving the werewolf.


It got up supernaturally fast, almost a blur. The werewolf was taken aback by this, but had to defend itself quickly. The skinwalker lunged forward, slashing at the werewolf. It was able to parry the swipes, but where did it get this energy. Eventually the werewolf started to tire, and before the skinwalker connected with one of those swipes it shoulder thrust into the skinwalker. It rolled backwards on to its feet, but was then grabbed by the werewolf and tossed to the other side of the hill. It got up quickly, and started to run at the werewolf roaring. The werewolf had no time to think of a plan, it started toward sit as well. They raised their fist, the skinwalker leaping in the air. They met as each fist punched their intended target, the skinwalker and werewolf each hitting the other with everything they had left. A loud crack was heard, and the skinwalker fell to the ground in a tumble as the werewolf fell to the side.


They both lay motionless, the skinwalker about ten feet away from the werewolf. The werewolf got up, slowly but surely. It stumbled while holding its jaw towards the skinwalker. It didn’t change out of it werewolf form, but it knew it was unconscious; that collision broke not only the skinwalkers jaw, but also the werewolf’s wrist. It would normally kill its enemies, but was actually impressed by this strange new foe. So impressed, that it felt obligated to not kill it. It wanted a challenge every once in a while, and for the first time in over a long time, it found one. One worthy to be called an adversary. The werewolf nodded to the downed monster as it turned away and walked off, gone to recover from this battle. The crickets were chirping and birds were singing in the early morning; the fight lasted for three hours. The skinwalker’s form was there for six. Then the crickets stopped, the birds gone silent. The skinwalker’s eyes were closed, opening suddenly. A sadistic smile appeared on the face of the skinwalker...

[wisper15]

Start of the Second 'Season'.



Area: Himalaya mountains, South-East Asia


Howling was heard, as a yeti was in a struggle; it was being struck repeatedly by a fearsome opponent, one that shouldn’t be here. It was about eight feet tall, with thick brown fur covering all but the face. The beast had long arms, with thick black claws and somewhat webbed fingers. Its face was tall, the mouth having long fangs. It glared at the snow-dweller before it, unrelenting as it endlessly pounded on the yeti, clobbering it with heavy shots to the chest and shoulders. The yeti was getting tired of this assault, and slammed its fist into the yowie’s face. It yelped as it backed off, holding its face.


The yeti and yowie stood apart on the sloop, eyeing each other. The yeti was also about eight foot, although still shorter than the yowie. Its face was pale off-white, the teeth bared. The yeti’s eyes were brown, staring at the yowie in deep thought. Why was this obvious tropical dweller here, in the mountains? Whatever the reason, it would soon make it pay. The yeti roared its challenge, the yowie answering with a howl.


They ran towards each other, the yeti going uphill and therefore slower. This gave the yowie time to plan, and when the yeti reached it, the yowie kicked the mountain resident straight in the chest. The yeti fell backwards, and skidded down the slope. The yowie pounced onto the yeti, showing its superior speed and agility. The yowie then bashed its fists repeatedly onto the yeti’s chest, causing the white-furred thing to roar in pain with every hit. They were sliding down the slope, going farther down the mountains. The yeti knew the terrain well, and decided to grab the yowie by the shoulders. The yowie looked ahead, and saw why the yeti suddenly grabbed it; they were fast approaching a cliff. The yowie roared as it smashed its fists into the yeti repeatedly, but to no avail as they suddenly fell.


Snow and beast alike descended fast to the ground thirty feet below, the yowie separating itself from the arctic bigfoot. They hit the ground hard, both landing on compacted snow. The yeti was able to get up faster, and when the yowie got up to lunge it was met by a backhand. Yowie stumbled back, losing its footing in the snow and falling onto its rear. The yeti rushed forth and bashed its foot onto the face of the yowie, knocking it onto its back. The yeti then backed off, waiting for the yowie to get up. When it did, the Australian was brought down by the running form of the yeti, but the yowie flipped backwards and was able to get up. It howled into the air, and charged. The yowie was met by a wicked back-fist, sending it back. It tried again, but this time the tropical ape was kicked in the gut. Eventually the yowie had enough and just jumped at the monster, roaring. The yeti was tackled by the monster, pinned to the cold ground.


The yowie tore into the right shoulder with its fangs, eliciting a cry of pain to leave the yeti. It paid the yowie back by kicking it right in the soft spot, the yowie howling in pain as it rolled off. The yeti got up and proceeded to kick the yowie until it heard no more sounds coming from the Australian ape. The yeti breathed deeply, and roared into the air, and started down the mountain. It reached the middle of the mountains, ready to eat, when the yowie returned. It smashed into it from behind, knocking them both down and causing them to fall further down the mountainside. They punched and kicked each other as they fell, the yeti’s blows hitting with more force while the yowie got more hits in. Quality beat quantity, as the yowie let go and rolled its separate way. They both got up, the yowie father down the slope than the yeti; it now had the short end of the stick, it seemed. It didn’t matter to the creature as it charged upwards nonetheless. The yeti used it superior mass to its advantage, and ran as fast as it could. When it got close to the yowie, by this time going about twenty miles an hour, it ducked and jumped forward, slamming into the tropical ape shoulder first. A loud crack was heard, and at first the yeti thought it was its shoulder. When they hit the ground, they rolled, the yowie making no movements. They came to a stop, and the yeti got up. Only then did it realize that it was the yowie’s ribs and spine were what broke in that impact.


The yeti shifted its shoulders, and roared into the air as loud as possible, the sound being heard by humans many kilometers away. It left the paralyzed ape behind, as it continued back up the mountain. It then met another ape not of these lands. It was brown too, but was much thicker set. The monster roared at the yeti, issuing a challenge.


It wouldn’t go unanswered...

[wisper15]

Area: Southern Texas.


The chupacabra finally made it back to its home, in southern Texas. It was tired, hungry, and sick of humans interfering with its actions. Was it too much to ask for it not to be hunted?! The creature started towards its den, when the beast sensed a presence it had not felt in a long time. It turned around swiftly to see the Enfield horror, ten feet away. The chupacabra snarled, wondering why the grey monster followed it. The creature from Enfield hissed at the legendary blood drinker, issuing a challenge. The chupacabra didn’t want to fight; it just got back, and wanted to do nothing more than rest. The Enfield trespasser didn’t share the same sentiment, and bounded forward.


The chupacabra knew it had the speed advantage normally, but in its tired state it was unable to dodge the oncoming reptilian beast. Instead, it lowered its head and charged right at it, baring its spines. The third leg of the creature allowed it to turn just out of the way of the charging goat-sucker. The chupacabra hissed it displeasure, and turned to the freakish nightmare. It was too tired for this nonsense! It thought back to when it first fought this monster, in Montana...


Fur and blood flew into the air, as the chupacabra tore into a farmers goats. The beast was in the process of draining it dry, when it saw a monster it never thought existed. It was gray, with two thick legs and a third, smaller one. it had two arms sprouting from its breast region, and a large head with big teeth and red eyes.


It bounced towards the chupacabra with blinding speed, but the chupacabra was faster. The chupacabra ran out of the way, and jumped onto the Enfield monster’s back. The added weight was-


The chupacabra just remembered how it defeated this beast before, but in order to do that it needed rest. The legendary cryptid bolted in the other direction, sprinting with everything it had left towards a wooded area. The Enfield monster was confused, why was it running away? Surely it didn’t think running was going to help. With that the grey monster bounded after it, straining to keep the chupacabra in its sights.


Several minutes pasted as it reached the area, looking around hurriedly for a tree. The chupacabra found a preferable one, and jumped up it fast. The Enfield horror bounded past, unknowing of the chupacabra’s move. The chupacabra waited until it knew for sure that the Enfield horror was oblivious of its location, and drifted to sleep.


The Enfield monster hissed in anger, wondering why it went here. Did the chupacabra come here to get the drop on it, the beast wondered, and started looking in the trees. It thought back to when the monster first encountered the chupacabra, several years ago.

When the chupacabra jumped it, the Enfield horror wasn’t able to take the weight, collapsing on the spot. The chupacabra then leapt for its throat, but the freakish beast’s arms rose up to defend itself. The chupacabra backed off after getting punched in the eye, allowing the monster to get up. They circled around each other, on high alert and ready to strike. The chupacabra attacked first, but paid for its move when the Enfield stepped on its paw. The Enfield went for its head, but the chupacabra bent its head down and jumped, stabbing the creature in the face with the spines.


After many exchanges similar to this, the chupacabra ended the fight by plunging its other paw into the throat of the terror, making it black out and collapse. The chupacabra was about to finish it, but then a commotion was heard. The chupacabra bolted away, and lights were seen. The humans must have found the horror, because they started to exclaim something to one another. Eventually they picked up the monster and threw it into the back of their truck, driving east. The monster healed in time and woke up, getting up in the truck bed and leapt from the vehicle.


Hours past, as the Enfield kept up its search; it wouldn’t let the chupacabra escape this time. Suddenly, the chupacabra arrived across the open region. growling at the Enfield horror. The monster didn’t think twice, as it bounded for it again.


The chupacabra, now rested enough, ran to one side. When the terror stopped to turn around, it was jumped, the weight knocking it- the whole scenario played in the beasts head, enraging it. It was lunged at by the chupacabra, the hands punching and slashing. The chupacabra got off, and waited for it to get up. They exchanged blows like last time, the Enfield horror getting more fearful by the second. The Enfield horror knew what would happen next, and no humans were around to stop the chupacabra. Unless it took charge. The monster rushed forward, trying to bite the latin legend. And that’s when the creature payed for it. The chupacabra was waiting for the Enfield horror to try and do something rash. Now it had a perfect opportunity to end this. The chupacabra lunged for the unguarded throat of its foe, sinking its fangs deep into the soft flesh. The Enfield monster couldn’t scream, only flail in agony as it was finally put to rest.


The chupacabra howled into the night sky, finishing a rivalry built up years ago. Now, with no humans around, it shall bathe in blood!

[wisper15]

Area: Fouke, Arkansas


1978, Fouke, Arkansas. It was a cold and silent night, no crickets chirping. The area would be completely quiet, but a loud howl ruined the tranquility. The howl was answered with a roar, much louder and closer. A massive beast trudged through the woods, looking for the source of the howl. It was tall, at least seven feet tall. The beast had brown fur, long and tangled. The face was bare, the eyes surveying the region as its silver gaze turned one way and the other. The teeth of the beast were bared, fangs dripping with saliva. Its hands were open, the fingers curled and the claws gleaming in the moonlight. The creature, known as the Fouke monster, searched through the woods to find the trespasser. It didn’t know it was being followed until the monster bellowed out behind it. The Arkansas terror turned around into a speeding fist, knocking it down, and sending it sprawling out on the ground. The southern ape turned around, seeing a strange sight.


It was just a head shorter than the Fouke monster, but had much longer hair. The face was covered by the hair, which was a mix of green and brown. It obviously was able to see, since the monster faced the direction of the Arkansas beast and howled at it again.The Fouke monster rose up, and was instantly jumped. The grassman started at the chest of the Fouke monster, pummeling it with a barrage of shots. The Fouke monster backhanded the beast, giving it time to think of a counter-strategy. The grass monster rushed again, but the Fouke horror caught it by the head. The natural resident of the area roared as it spun round and slammed it into a tree, pinning it. The monster then started to pepper the creature with several body shots, each with devastating effects. Every hit resulted in a loud crack to come from the beast, until the Fouke monster shoved it to the side.


The grassman was in serious pain, it knew it had several broken ribs. The grassman grasped its chest, trying to breath deeply. The Fouke monster grinned, happy with the damage it inflicted. It decided to add insult to injury by kicking the beast while it was down. The grassman growled, warning the beast to stop. The creature didn’t heed the warning, instead kicking it again. The grassman got to its hands and knees, head towards the Fouke terror. The thing faced downward, hair dangling from the creature. It flicked its head up, the hair going behind it and revealing its face. The Fouke monster realized why the hair was always in front of its face.


It was very dark, the eyes blending into the skin until the light hit them. It had reflective eyes, giving it superior night vision. The mouth was a collection of dagger-like teeth and conical fangs. There were no cheeks, but there were a band of tendons so it could close its mouth. It snarled at the Fouke monster, glaring at the beast. The Fouke creature was unnerved by the look, which gave the grassman an opening.


It slammed its body into the Fouke terror, pushing the larger monster back. The Fouke monster started to pound onto its back, making the grassman collapse onto its knees. The grassman lifted up, the Fouke monster still grabbed by the waist. It lifted up the bigger monster, and was brought down onto its head. The Fouke monster roared in pain, falling from the grassman’s grasp. The Fouke monster was able to get up, ready for the grassman’s next attack. The brown ape lunged forward, running into an outstretched arm. The grassman held its face in pain, teeth and fangs cracked. It roared in rage, and fell onto its knees. The grassman started to slam its fists onto the ground, apparently going mad by the pain. The Fouke monster looked incredulously at the raging monster, wondering why it went into a seemingly useless hissy-fit. The grassman then got up in a flurry, and savagely lunged at the Fouke monster.


The Fouke monster thought it could easily stop this assault, swinging for the head of the grassman. The grassman blocked the strike, making the Fouke creature swing at the monsters body. But the grassman stopped it in its tracks again. The Fouke monster tried to grab it once more, but the grassman showed a strength and energy it didn’t have before. The grassman delivered a savage kick, breaking some of the Fouke monsters ribs. The Fouke monster backed away, but the grassman advanced, giving its larger foe no time to breath. It hit the Fouke beast in the gut again with a brutal punch, breaking the ribs further and making them burst from the chest of the Fouke monster. The grassman struck again, making the beast roar in pain. The grassman never relented, never stopped, it wouldn’t run out of energy until the Fouke monster was dead.


The Fouke monster weakened, now barely responsive the the savage blows dealt to it. The grassman eventually just stepped aside, allowing the Fouke monster to fall flat on its face, dead. The grassman roared in the night air, relishing in this victory. it then fell to its knees exhausted. it would devour the corpse of its broken opponent, but right now it needed to rest...

[wisper15]

Area: Semi-wooded area of England


The speeding form of two canines blazed through the area of England, stopping near the base of a hill. The one ahead was pure black, the red eyes leaving a glowing trail until it stopped. The other was extremely close to being a wolf, except some key features. The creature had massive canines, like a wolf version of a sabre tooth. It also had black and brown fur, with a long tail.


The black shuck stood still, its red eyes glaring at the beast of Gevaudan, the creature looking right back. They made no movements, on high alert; they weren’t the only ones here.


“Look, there they are!,” a man said, armed with a musket. This was the 1700s, and they didn’t have anything more advanced than that at the time, the beast of Gevaudan lurching forward towards the human. He tried to keep his cool, but the other one, the black shuck, caught his eye. It stared at him with malice, and he fired. The Gevaudan beast lunged, jumping up and knocking the man down. He fired again, point-blank at its skull, but to no point as it tore his throat out. It was about to continue eating when the black shuck slammed into it.


The creature was bigger than its opponent, and it knew this as it trampled over the wolf-like creature. The wolf-like monster got up as fast as it could, but was bashed into again. The black shuck had the size advantage, the Gevaudan monster knew that. But the black shuck wouldn’t have the speed. The Gevaudan beast lunged for the black shuck, but went for nothing more than air; it vanished.


The black shuck came up from behind, biting the tail of the beast and causing it to yelp. The Gevaudan horror turned around and swiped its black foe across the muzzle, drawing blood. The black shuck bit down on the paw of the beast, blood spraying from it. The beast of Gevaudan yelped and backed off, whimpering in pain. It looked at the black shuck, which was growling. The beast struck the dark creature again, then bolted away. The black shuck barked loudly, and burst after the canine.


The beast was chased by the black hound, only able to barely evade capture by twisting and turning. The beast of Gevaudan finally turned around, and jumped over the rushing form of the black shuck. It raked its teeth across the back of its foe, blood spraying onto the beast of Gevaudan’s face. The black shuck turned, and smashed a paw onto the leg of the beast, making it land awkwardly. The monster of Gevaudan yelped when it hit the ground, turning around swiftly. They stood staring at one another, the area being eerily quiet for a few seconds until they fought again. They growled, barked, and snapped at each other as they fought, swiping at each other with their paws.


The black shuck then charged at the beast of Gevaudan. The beast barked as it was hit, falling beneath the massive form of the hound. They fought that way, trying to bite the other whilst stopping the other with their front legs. Eventually, the black shuck bit down onto one of the beasts flailing paws, whilst the beast itself got ahold of the creatures leg. They tore into one another until the black shuck twisted it head, breaking the beasts ankle. The creature yelped, but dug even further until it ripped out, taking a large amount of the muscle with it.


They back off one another, nursing their wounds. The black shuck was the first to go back on the offense, slashing its teeth at the throat of the beast. It was a bad idea, as the Gevaudan terroriser locked its jaws around the throat of the black shuck. The black shuck instantly tackled the monster, knocking its grip loose enough to let the dark dog get free. It coughed as it shook its head, trying to get the feeling back in its throat; the grip of the Gevaudan monster was ridiculous. The beast of foolishly tried to press its advantage, and paid for it.


The black shuck clamped its jaws on the back of the beasts neck, then twisted violently. It heard a crack, and the monster went limp. It would normally howl in victory, but more humans approached it. The monster bolted away into the night, not to be seen again...


For about 314 years.

[wisper15]

Area: Australian outback


The lush area of the outback in Australia, tranquil and peaceful. That is, until two monsters decided to fight. One was of this land, and the other an invader of these grounds. Originally from Africa, the dingonek was about nine feet long. It was greyish-brown, to blend in with its natural home. The squarish head had a short horn on it, and the mouth held long canines like a walrus. The tail had a sharp end to it, which housed a venomous barb. The dingonek was covered by a layer of epidermis much like that of a pangolin.


The other was bigger, maybe ten to twelve feet long and much thicker set. It was clearly reptilian, covered in scales that got thicker the closer you got to its crocodilian-like tail. Its back legs were large, reptilian, and thick, webbed in-between the claws. There was a row of spines going up its back, getting thick as you went towards the massive head. No neck was distinguishable. just a solid chunk of muscle. The monster had massive tusks on the lower and upper jaws, all on the far sides of the mouth. The incisors were jagged, with no molars present. It’s yellow eyes narrowed as it flexed its massive hands. They were clawed like a baryonyx’, smaller claws nearer to the last digit, and a massive claw on the index finger. It roared at the dingonek, its forked tongue flicking out. The massive green beast charged through the water, and they hit with immense force.


The water splashed upwards as the bunyip attacked the dingonek. It swiped at the monster with its right hand, using its left arm to hold back the creature. The dingonek was shoved backwards in the water, but it attacked by swinging its head around. They both backed off, then rose up on their hind legs. They stood up like elephant seals, not able to lift their bodies entirely off the ground. They then crashed into one another, sending water flying. The dingonek slammed its head against the shoulder of the bunyip, which retaliated by clamping its jaws around the right wrist of the creature. The dingonek crunched scales before finally tasting blood. The bunyip roared in pain, then letting go of the dingonek as it was finally stabbed in the shoulder. The bunyip shoved the beast away, the dingonek landing on its back with a shower of water.


The water started to turn red from their wounds, frothing with their movements as the colossal beasts attacked again. They hit each other in much the same manner as before, impacting with thunderous noise of scaled flesh on scaled flesh. The bunyip won out, and landed onto the dingonek with a tremendous splash. The Australian legend forced its head underwater, trying to drown it. The dingonek then used its secret weapon, and brought its tail into play. The barb extended from the tip, unbeknownst to the bunyip. It then whipped towards the backside of the bunyip, aiming for the spine. It missed its mark when the bunyip sensed something above it, but was stabbed by the point nonetheless. It roared in pain, then being injected with a concoction of chemicals lethal to all known animals. The bunyip went limp, the dingonek throwing the creature off of it. The dingonek got up, and roared in the air. The closed eyes of the bunyip opened, and the whole creature spun with agility something of its size shouldn’t have.


The bunyip lived in close proximity with very venomous things, and built up a resistance to many toxins. The dingonek didn’t know this, and roared in confusion and surprise at it was tripped up by the massive tail of the bunyip. The dingonek was instantly jumped by the bunyip, diving underwater to get at the armoured African trespasser.


The water frothed and slashed vigorously as they fought, trying to kill one another in any way possible. The dingonek was at a disadvantage, the muddy water getting into its eyes; it wasn’t designed to be in cloudy water. The bunyip had protective scales over its eyes, a gift of being a reptile. The bunyip clamped its jaws around the throat, the tusks going straight through the armoured skin. It then wrenched its head back and forth until it knew it was the only thing moving.


The bunyip emerged from the water, and threw the limp body of the dingonek onto shore. It gave a good fight, but that’s all it was: a good fight. The bunyip submerged again, waiting for another victim of its dark desires...

[wisper15]

Area: Eastern Europe, same location as Chronicle 6




July 2nd, 2014. The werewolf arrived to the top of the hill it fought the skinwalker only months before. The marks in the dirt were still there, but the skinwalker had long vanished. The werewolf turned to walk away, when it saw a creature in the middle of the hill, stalking up. It was brownish black, and gangly as well. The werewolf thought it was the skinwalker, but the tall head had pointed ears and yellow eyes, glaring up at it. The body was thin as could be, with the arms ending in hands with thin black claws. The feet were small, showing the werewolf that it was built for speed.


The creature roared at the lycanthrope, and sped towards it. The werewolf rose its arms to bash them against the frail form of the nosferatu, but the creature of the night vanished. The werewolf turned around, and saw the nosferatu on the other side of the hill. The werewolf roared at it, the gangyl monster roaring back. It was disgusted at the wolfish abomination before it, wondering why it was even here. The brownish being was here first, why did this thing arrive here? It didn’t matter; it would pay for trespassing.


The werewolf wondered why the nosferatu ventured here; it must have seen the marks, thinking something was here. And yet still the beast ventured into the werewolf’s domain! The audacity of the nosferatu was something to be admired, but the werewolf didn’t think so; it thought it just meant another kill. It charged the nosferatu, which leaned to one side. The werewolf got to it, and swiped for its head, only to swing at empty air. The nosferatu appeared behind it, and slashed at the spine, the werewolf roaring in surprise. How did it get back there? The werewolf whirled around, but again nothing was there. It spun around even faster, and a thud was heard on the cold ground. The werewolf had a good sense of the strategy, since the nosferatu sprawled onto the cold ground. The thin monster got up in a flash, barely able to dodge the oncoming beast. The night-stalker slashed at the lycanthrope’s shoulder and side, making it stop. The werewolf whirled around, only to get punched across the face. It grabbed for the nosferatu, but got a kick in the face when the nosferatu back-flipped out of the way.


The werewolf roared in outrage, furious at its inability to get a clean shot at the speeding night dweller. The werewolf feigned turning left, then swung its arm rapidly to the right, catching the nosferatu by the shoulder. With firm grasp, it shoved the creature down, and before it could react, kicked it in the gut.The nosferatu rolled across the dirt, and got onto its hands and feet. The nosferatu dodged another kick, slashing at the ankle for good measure. It then leapt in front of it, kicking it in the face. The werewolf fell backwards, clutching at its face. The creature quickly got up, but didn’t see the nosferatu. The werewolf looked around for a second or two until it was struck from behind, roaring in pain. The nosferatu struck again, this time kicking the werewolf in the gut, the lycanthrope bending down. The nosferatu hooked the werewolfs head under its arm and jumped, driving the head of the lycanthrope into the dirt with force.


The werewolf roared in outrage, and got up, swinging and slashing in all directions. It didn’t see the nosferatu nearby, but saw its body going up a tree. The werewolf roared in outrage, wanting to know why this legendary monster showed such cowardice. It should stand and fight! The nosferatu had no plans on jumping down; the beast was having fun with this. It had no desire to run a suicide mission, the nosferatu knew it couldn’t contend with the lycanthrope’s strength. The beast knew it had the advantage in speed, and the werewolf couldn’t do anything about it.


The nosferatu burst down, swiping the side of the werewolf again, causing both blood and a roar of pain to escape the werewolf. The nosferatu rushed up a tree again, laughing maniacally. It then felt something hitting the tree. It looked down, and swore it saw a gray, heavily muscled arm go behind the tree. The nosferatu looked on the other side of the tree, and saw nothing. It thought that it was seeing things, and turned to face the werewolf. But a massive beast was on the branch with it, its cold black eyes staring at it. The creature was just about the same size as the werewolf, but it was gray and devoid of fur. The only hair it had was the long thin gray hair on its tall head, going to its hips. The thing had a heavily muscled upper body, the arms being as thick as a weight-lifters. It had a mouth full to the brim with jagged teeth, the mouth caked with dried blood. It had a slightly disproportionate lower body, the legs ending in human-like feet. The thing was wearing green shredded shorts and a necklace made of ribs, something a ritualistic Native American would wear. The nosferatu looked at it in horror, making the creature smile a sinister grin. It lunged at the nosferatu.


The werewolf was curious as to what the commotion was about, until the nosferatu flew from a nearby tree, apparently being thrown. The werewolf was about to rush it, until a massive gray form leapt from the tree. It slammed into the dirt, separating the dirt and loosening the soil. It stood up, and stared into the face of the werewolf. They stood apart, all three of them, until the wendigo lunged for the werewolf.


The nosferatu lunged for the wendigo, but both were slammed to the ground by the might of the werewolf; it was stronger than all here, even the wendigo. The cannibal knew it, but then it used its other advantage; speed. It flew past the werewolf with blinding speed, then came up from behind, slamming it to the dirt. The wendigo then turned its attention to the nosferatu , but when it charged it, it only hit air. It then felt searing pain in its back, as the nosferatu slashed it. The wendigo whirled around, and hit nothing again. Why wasn’t it able to catch the nosferatu ?!, it thought, as it was again slashed from behind. The creature turned to the left, then jumped forward, landing on the nosferatu . It roared in the nosferatu’s face, but the wendigo was reminded what else was here as it was kicked hard in the shoulder by the werewolf. It flew backwards, but got up even faster. The werewolf charged it, and they slammed into each other, the nosferatu getting up. It bolted for the tree it was thrown from.


The wendigo had no intention of letting the nosferatu run off, kicking the werewolf in the gut, then throwing its foe down down. The grey monster ran after the fleeing creature, which got up the tree. The wendigo had no patience for this, and slammed into the tree as hard as it could, the tree splintering at the trunk. The nosferatu jumped off as the tree fell, slamming into the ground. The wendigo lunged for its quarry, only to get slammed into by the speeding form of the werewolf. They rolled down the hillside, biting and slashing. They eventually separated when the werewolf got onto its feet, and threw the wendigo into a tree. The werewolf started down for the Native American legend, but was tackled by the nosferatu from behind. The nosferatu was about to jump away, but was tackled itself by the Native American legend. It was pinned to the ground, the wendigo snarling at the face of the nosferatu. It paid for that when the nosferatu flung its head at the shoulder of the beast, sinking its fangs into the flesh of the cannibal. The wendigo roared in pain, and got up. It threw the nosferatu off of it, and turned to face it. The werewolf was standing there, causing the nosferatu to roll backwards and get to its feet.


They all just stood there, glaring at one another. The wendigo roared in outrage, and charged the werewolf. The nosferatu rushed the werewolf, but the werewolf charged at the wendigo. The two stronger monsters collided, the nosferatu being thrown to the ground. The werewolf and wendigo began punching and slashing each other. The nosferatu slowly backed away, then jumped to another tree, content with staying back. The wendigo didn’t agree.


The wendigo wasn’t letting the nosferatu to run and sit out, it wasn’t stupid. It will not be able to pick off the scraps of the fight, and so the wendigo grabbed the werewolf. The wendigo knew it couldn’t get the werewolf to stay down long enough to stop the nosferatu , so the cannibal thought of a new idea to get the nosferatu.


The nosferatu scrambled to get off the branch, but for once wasn’t fast enough to avoid the hurled form of the werewolf. They collided against each other, both falling to the ground. The wendigo walked over to them, but met the nosferatu standing. They exchanged blows, although ‘exchange’ isn't the right word; that would mean the wendigo actually hit the nosferatu. The life-drainer dodged every strike from the cannibalistic legend, slashing and pounding the horror again and again.


The werwolf got up after recovering for a bit to see the blur known as the nosferatu. It couldn’t track where its body started and when its head began, so in a fit of rage, tackled them both. They all fell to the ground, the nosferatu getting up first. It kicked the face of the werewolf as hard as it could for good measure, then bolted off when the wendigo got up, the legend giving chase. The werewolf didn’t get up, the jaw hurting again from not only that kick, but also the punch from the skinwalker. It was tired, but it knew if one of those monsters killed the other, it could be next.


The nosferatu was running as fast as it could, but the wendigo was right behind it. The nosferatu twisted and turned at every chance, but was unable to get any distance from the legend of Native American culture. The wendigo laughed at the attempts of the nosferatu to shake it off; the wendigo chased animals all the time, and so had ridiculous stamina. They ran up trees, bounded over rocks, and eventually started back to the hill. They ran past the hill, but the nosferatu jumped into the trees, and swung hard to the left. The monster almost dislocated its left shoulder, but it finally lost the wendigo, even if it was temporary. The nosferatu took a breather, and wondered where was the werewolf. It knew very soon, as it roared as it charged from the nearby bushes, running as fast as ever. The nosferatu jumped backward, trying to avoid the massive beast lunging for it with malicious intent. The wendigo was enraged at the trick the nosferatu pulled, and rushed at it with no for-thought. It saw the nosferatu jump backwards while looking to its left. It didn’t at that point and got inches away. The nosferatu didn’t even acknowledge the wendigo, convincing the legendary cannibal to look right. It saw the black barrelling mass known as the werewolf, roaring in surprise.


The werewolf slammed into the wendigo as hard as it could, the impact throwing the nosferatu away. The crash of bodies could be likened to a car wreck on a freeway, and it was just as devastating to both. The shifters slammed into the dirt, tearing up the grass and digging a shallow but wide trench. They tumbled across the dirt, coming to a stop several dozen feet away. They didn’t move, the werewolf on its back, and the wendigo on its chest. It was about to get up, when the nosferatu jumped it. It slammed it to the ground, and grabbed it by the chin. The wendigo roared in outrage, not going to take this. It had no choice anyways, as it was pinned. The nosferatu pulled backward, the wendigo roaring even louder. The nosferatu roared in effort, using all its strength to pull. The monster felt its arms tire, but it wouldn’t relent, it couldn’t relent.


The werewolf looked in amazement at the strength, the pure will of the nosferatu. The werewolf felt its shoulder, wincing as it was now broken from that tremendous impact. It obviously took its toll on the wendigo, as the nosferatu wouldn’t be able to do this if it wasn’t seriously injured. Or just tired; this fight has lasted at least three hours, tiring everything present. The werewolf got up slowly and with difficulty as it witnessed the demise of the wendigo.


The wendigo’s roars of rage were heard for miles, but was silenced by the sickening crack of its neck. The nosferatu roared as it pulled even further, until it flung itself backwards. The nosferatu held the disembodied of the wendigo, its mouth still open in a roar pose. The nosferatu threw the head to the ground, and crushing it underfoot, roared into the air with all it had. The nosferatu then turned towards the werewolf, the fresh blood spilt giving it the adrenaline to finish this fight, win or lose. The werewolf stood there in amazement, surprised at this act of barbarism. Although it was an awe-inspiring sight, it only fueled the werewolfs resolve to finish this thing.


They slammed into one another with tremendous impact; the nosferatu didn’t want to flee anymore, it wanted to finish this thing now. The werewolf felt the same way, and shoved the nosferatu back. When the nosferatu came back at it, the werewolf bit down on the creatures shoulder, lifting it off the ground and throwing it to the ground. The nosferatu was too tired to continue, and was loosing a lot of blood. The werewolf looked at the nosferatu that same way it looked at the skinwalker; there’s no need to kill it. It had won, there was no reason to. The werewolf started to walk off, and turned to see what the nosferatu’s condition. The creature was draining something from the dead wendigo, the shoulder wound healing rapidly. The werewolf was incredulous, unable to comprehend this.


The werewolf thought now that it should have killed the nosferatu when it had the chance, and then the nosferatu lunged.


To be continued...

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Start of the third 'season'.



Area: Bray Road, Wisconsin


Bray road was seemingly empty, nothing making any movements on it. A car drove by, illuminating the road and revealing its famous resident. It was about five feet tall if it stood upright, but was currently bent over roadkill. The beast was covered in rugged brown fur, the strands going everywhere. The creature had a short but thick head, like a dogs. It had large canines, and the teeth were bared. The monster was busy digging into the rotten flesh.


The Bray beast thought it was alone, but sensed a form coming towards it. The car kept going, and when the vehicle got about fifty feet, the other creature was seen. The beast was massive, the size of a lion. It would have been confused for one, except that the creature was covered in black fur. The mane surrounded its neck, and the head was no lion’s head. It had a long and thick muzzle, having tusks protruding from either side of its mouth. The Dartmoor monster ran with incredible speed towards the beast of Bray Road, making the creature bark. The Dartmoor intruder roared as a response, and ran into the dog-like beast. They rolled as they bit into one another, tearing fur and clawing at the skin. The Bray Road monster went for the throat, but got no more than a mouth full of hair. The Dartmoor giant easily threw the monster off of it, the Bray beast landing ten feet away. The Dartmoor rushed again, but was avoided quickly by the Bray beast, now on its rear legs.


The Bray beast jumped to the side, and clenching its fists together, brought them down on the back of the massive black beast. The Dartmoor monster roared in pain and anger, then spun around to trip the Bray monster. The wolf-like monster saw the trick coming and jumped up. It kicked the Dartmoor resident right in the face, knocking the black beast back slightly. The Dartmoor monster was enraged by the persistence of the beast, and decided to shove it back. The beast of Bray Road was forced onto all fours, giving the Dartmoor hybrid the chance to attack on fair ground. It bit hard into the shoulder of the Bray beast, the tusks crunching the shoulder plate. The Bray Road monster howled in pain, and started to punch the Dartmoor monster in the chest. It had no effect, and now the Bray monster was desperate. It looked up the road, and saw its chance.


The Bray Road resident pulled backward, dragging the Dartmoor freak with it. The black monster pulled backward, not because it knew of the Bray creatures plan, but because it thought the Bray road monster was trying to get away. The Dartmoor monster was so focused on keeping the wolf-like beast in its jaws that it didn’t notice the headlights heading their way. The Dartmoor monster looked towards the light in annoyance, but then in fear as the automobile got closer. The Bray monster roared in pleasure as the truck slammed into the Dartmoor beast. The vehicle stopped instantly, the driver getting out.


“Oh, shit, what did I hit?!,” the man said as he went to the front of his vehicle. He looked at his bumper, getting worked up as soon as he saw the damage. “Great, now how am I supposed to pay for that?!” He looked ahead, and saw the Dartmoor beast getting up. He froze in fear as it glared at him. The monster was about to lunge, until the Bray road beast attacked the injured monster. The Dartmoor beast rose up to crush the Bray resident, but that plan backfired as the monster ripped into its belly. The Dartmoor monster was no more, falling limp onto the asphalt as the Bray beast roared in victory. The victorious monster then tore into the dead foe, not wasting this meal.


The driver got into his truck as soon as the Bray beast arrived, swerving around them as he made a hasty exit. He shook his head incredulously.


“Man, the guys are never going to believe me...”

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Area: Shore of Thetis Lake, outside of Victoria, British Columbia


The shores of Thetis lake, with a monster on the shore. It was about six feet tall, and was not something usually seen. The beast had dark hair along its back, with green scales covering the rest of it. The thing had a grotesque face, the mouth full of sharp teeth and the red eyes scowling permanently. It had three fingers on its hands and three toes on its feet, both webbed. A long tail laid on the shore, with small spines on the top. The monster looked into the water, looking for food. As it edged closer, the beast noticed a dark shape getting bigger. The swamp dweller soon realized something was coming right at it, and was barely able to back up from the shore when the water erupted. A monster crawled out, getting up on two legs and staring at the swamp monster.


It was greenish-blue, almost teal, with a row of red webbed spines going down its back. The face had spines going away from its eyes, looking like pointed ears. The yellow eyes were glossy, but showed tremendous anger at the trespasser. The beast’s hands had, large red claws on them, having five fingers and a thumb. Its lips curled back, showing its jagged but neat row of teeth. The monster had no tail, but had long legs. It roared at the Scape Ore beast, gurgling its challenge. At first the Scape Ore swamp monster thought of retreating, but its decision was made for it when the Thetis Lake monster charged.


It swung straight for the face, the swamp dweller able to dodge the attack. It swiped at the Thetis monster itself, making the Thetis monster back off. The Scape ore beast tried to run, but was grabbed by the tail. It whirled around to free its tail only to be met by a solid strike to the face. The Scape Ore monster stood dazed, allowing the lake beast to hit it again in the face. The swamp creature roared in outrage and pain, then tackled the lake beast. The swamp monster flailed as it swung its fist around, battering the Thetis Lake monster with few but strong hits. The enraged swamp monster was thrown off by the creature, getting up quickly. The swamp beast lunged at the denizen of this area, only to run into a forearm sent its way. It stumbled back, and the lake monster ran into its midsection. The charge knocked the swamp monster off-balance, allowing the Thetis monster to lift it up by its waist, and throw it further from the water.


The swamp monster knew it didn’t have the fighting skill to take the Thetis monster down, so it tried a less desirable approach. The swamp monster scooped up some dirt, and threw the mass into the face of the lake beast. The action did nothing more than irritate the creature, its eyes being covered by clear scales. The Thetis Lake monster took another approach, grabbing the creature by the shoulders and throwing it towards the lake. The creature fell near the waters edge, and started to crawl towards the water. The Thetis walked after it as the swamp monster started to get into the water. When the swamp monster got three feet out, the Thetis monster stepped onto its back, submerging the creatures head and body underwater.


The swamp monster started to panic, knowing what the the monster plan was. It didn’t have gills, living in the swamps and there not being enough water to merit them. The Scape Ore Swamp monster struggled with everything it had, but the Thetis monster kept its foot down. It roared in the air with satisfaction; that’s what the thing gets for wandering too far from its degenerate home. The lake monster kept applying more pressure to ensure that it wasn’t getting up, but the creature still struggled. The swamp monster started to lose consciousness, but not fast enough for the Thetis lake monsters tastes. It bend down, and felt for the creatures head. When the lake monster found the skull of its foe, it pulled its hand out, then balled it up and started to bash the monster in the head with heavy shots. It never stopped, even though the swamp monster was struggling only feebly. The swamp monster then started to bleed as its skull was starting to crack, until the water went red with blood.


The Thetis Lake monster lifted its foot off the back of the Scape Ore swamp monster, watching as its limp floating body drifted away, starting to smile sinisterly. A word to the wise: never venture too close to the shores of Thetis Lake; you may pay dearly...

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Area: Forests of south Philippines



The dark forests of the Philippines were a bad place to go at night; monsters lurked at this hour. One such beast loomed into the moonlight. The beast was covered head to hoof in short brown fur, the lower body and upper legs having extremely shaggy hair. The fur thinned out when it got to the knees, and was very short at the ankles. The hooves were black as night, but had red stains on them. The arms were very thick, the hands very strong and having short claws at the ends of its five digits. The head was connected by a long neck, the back of which bore a thick black mane. It looked much like a horses mane, which went with the head perfectly. It was clearly based off of such, the eyes shining the iridescent glow of reflection. The beast rose its elongated head and bellowed a putrid cross of a horse’s neigh, and a bears roar. The bone-chilling sound echoed through the lands, as it trekked deeper into the woods of south Philippines.


The beast wandered for hours, searching for something to eat, when it heard a guttural growl from its left side, followed by human screams. The hybrid creature approached the commotion quietly, and saw what was the fuss. A woman was being chased by an unknown creature, but whatever it was kept the woman running. She tripped on a tree root, sprawling out onto the cold forest floor. The mystery monster burst from the treetops above her, landing right over her.


It was on all fours, but would be no shorter than six foot when it stood. It had reddish-brown fur all over its body, but on its back was a long row-like mane of black, thick fur along its spine. The creature wore tattered remains of jeans, almost bursting due to the creatures bulging muscles. It was thick set, the body stocky and short. The legs made up for the stunted body, the ankle long like a dog’s. The arms were long as well, with bony but thick hands with four strong fingers. The ears of the creature were far back and pointed, and the face horrific. The monsters brow was furrowed, making it scowl at all times. The beasts mouth was able to open incredibly wide, to allow it to bite into victims with its large, vampire-like fangs. The aswang loomed over the woman, snarling to keep her instilled with fear. It was about to kill her, then mutilate her dead body and feast on her innocent blood, when the tikbalang bellowed its brutal challenge. The aswang got up, the body-shifting beast standing to face this new adversary. It looked the tikbalang over, seeing no need to morph to another form. The shape-shifter howled at the horse-monster, accepting the fight.


The tikbalang charged at the aswang, but it was slammed into as the aswang leapt at it. The tikbalang struggled to keep its balance, losing the fight to keep upright as the aswang sweeped its leg at the tikbalangs feet. The monster crashed into the ground, the aswang then jumping up. The tikbalang had to roll out of the way as the aswang smashed into the ground, missing the tikbalang by mere seconds. The aswang would have to try better than that if it wanted to kill this monster, it seemed.


The pseudo-nosferatu rushed the tikbalang, but was grabbed by the face and thrown back, it stumbling back until the beast fell on its rear. The aswang roared indignantly, but was silenced by a solid kick by the tikbalangs hoof. The reason the hooves were stained red became apparent as tikbalang started to stand on top of the aswangs chest, now stomping onto the rib-cage. The aswang started to feel its chest weaken, and before too much damage was done it swiped at the ankles of the tikbalang with its arm, knocking the big monster down.


The tikbalang got up, rising to its knees, but was kicked in the chest by the aswang. It was kicked again by the monster, then again. It started to take its toll on the tikbalang, its chest becoming sore. Not wanting to have a rib broken, it grabbed the leg when the aswang tried to kick it again. The tikbalang then grabbed the throat of the monster, and using its weight, when the horse-man got up shoved the aswang to the ground. The aswang flipped backward as the right hoof of the tikbalang came down right were the aswang’s head was a moment ago. The fanged monster stood ready to run either left, right, or back as it waited for the tikbalang to make a move. The horse-headed monstrosity looked at the aswang, thinking what it could do. The woman had fainted when the tikbalang arrived, and only now awoke. She looked at the aswang, and cried out in fear. The aswang looked at her for a split second, and that’s all the time the tikbalang needed.


It rushed forward with incredible speed, speed exceeding the aswang’s reaction time. In the time it takes a man to blink, the tikbalang slammed its fist into the side of the aswangs jaw, blood spurting from it and the aswang being propelled three feet away. The aswang lay motionless, the tikbalang standing tall over the unconscious monster. It howled its unique cry into the air, and then left.


The woman was in shock, then smiled; her red pointed teeth glistening in the moonlight. Now the succubus had free reign on the mind of its pursuer. The aswang would soon wish the tikbalang had killed it, for the torture it was going to receive was worse than death...

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Area: Base of Mount Saint Helens, Washington state


A monster stood at the base of Mount Saint Helens. It was tall, easily nine feet tall. The thing was covered in unkempt white fur, and the head had large curling ram horns. The mouth was caked with dried blood, and bore several sharp, short tusks. The monster exhaled, its breath being seen in the cold air. Its red eyes surveyed the landscape, looking for any comers while its fingers flexed, the black claws thick and ready to tear into anything at a moments notice. The sheepsquatch roared its terrible cry, and started up the hill. Suddenly, a massive form collided into it, knocking the sheepsquatch down hard into the ground. The white monster got up in a hurry, finding its aggressor.


It also was about nine feet, but covered in brown fur. The beast had a longer face, like a dog. The canines seemed to shine as it opened its mouth, as it roared at the white thing and...spread its wings? Yes, the sheepsquatch wasn’t seeing things, the monster indeed had a pair of massive wings, with a twelve foot wingspan. The monster flapped its wings, and sped down towards the sheepsquatch.


The sheepsquatch braced itself as the batsquatch slammed into it, driving it back. The sheepsquatch wasn’t knocked over like last time, and also this time was able to retaliate. The sheepsquatch started with a massive swing with its right arm, slamming into the face of the batsquatch. The batsquatch in return slammed its fist into the sheepsquatch’s gut, but to no avail. The white beast caught the lighter monster by the throat, and threw it overhead, the winged monster slamming into the dirt. The sheepsquatch then barrelled towards the downed beast, but was tripped by its outstretched leg. The white monster too smashed into the ground, getting up as soon as it could. The sheepsquatch looked around, but saw no brown beast. It was about to turn to leave, until it heard a loud roar from above. It looked just in time to see a massive object to slam into it, the batsquatch flinging itself at the monster.


They landed in a heap, the batsquatch getting up and on top of the dazed sheepsquatch. It pummeled the monster with many shots to the face, each making the sheepsquatch roar in pain. The batsquatch grabbed it by the horns, which would turn out to be a huge mistake. Its red eyes glared at the batsquatch, the monster then throwing the batsquatch off of it. The batsquatch got up fast, but was leveled instantly by a skull-shattering headbutt. The batsquatch collapsed, holding its head that now bled. The sheepsquatch roared in delight, then grabbed the monster by the shoulder, digging its claws into the flesh. It then headbutted the batsquatch again, knocking it down and causing the brown-furred monster to cry out. The sheepsquatch roared its blood-curdling roar, then went to pick it up again in the same manner. The batsquatch was forced up, but knocked the arm of the sheepsquatch off of its shoulder, making the sheepsquatch roar at the now aware foe. The batsquatch smashed the back of its fist into the side of the head of the sheepsquatch. The winged beast grabbed its foe by the shoulders and spread its wings. The sheepsquatch was too dazed by the short but powerful onslaught that it. They were about twenty feet into the air when the batsquatch let go and kicked the sheepsquatch in the face. The white monster roared in pain and surprise as it fell, landing hard into the hard ground.


The batsquatch descended, and walked up to the downed monster. It made no movements aside from its labored breathing. The batsquatch was content with that, and roared in the air. It flew off, leaving the sheepsquatch alone. Yet another big mistake, as the sheepsquatch wasn’t nearly finished.


The batsquatch headed for a nearby town when it sensed something. The beast looked behind it to see a startling sight. The sheepsquatch was running after it, keeping up with the airborne monster. The white beast then got to a building, which it scaled and kept up with the batsquatch. Humans saw a large black thing in the air, and a white blur scaling roofs and running on the structures. The batsquatch had enough of this, and turned around. It started towards the beast at high speed, the sheepsquatch not slowing down. The batsquatch didn’t know if either of them would survive this impact, but the monster wanted this to stop; it hated this monster with all its heart. The great flying mammal roared as loud as it could whilst speeding towards the barrelling beast. The sheepsquatch was going just as fast, roaring as it knew neither of them would live the impact. So it improvised.


As they got less than five feet away, the sheepsquatch jumped lightly, sailing above the batsquatch and kicking the monster in the back of the head, essentially curb-stomping the monster’s face into the roof. The batsquatch slowed drastically as it crunched into the building-top, the sheepsquatch tumbling due to bad landing. They both landed badly, the batsquatch getting the worst: its head was torn wide open, blood dripping off the side of the roof and other materials having sprayed all over the rooftop. The sheepsquatch got up slowly, grimacing with pain as it limped toward the fractured body of the batsquatch. The fight now over, the sheepsquatch collapsed in pain, and passed out. The humans thought they kept going, and didn’t think to look this far back. They would be undisturbed for a few minutes, then the sheepsquatch would have to run again with the dead body of the batsquatch; it would eat its dead opponent...

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Area: Continued from Chronicle 7


The yeti charged the monster in front of it, the sasquatch sidestepping the slightly smaller white beast. The yeti barrelled past, then stopped. The white monster turned only to be hit by the outstretched arm of the sasquatch in the throat. The yeti fell instantly, holding its neck as it struggled to catch its breath. The sasquatch kicked it in the side, making the white monster slide a bit in the snow. The yeti got up in a flash, and punched the sasquatch in the face twice, once on each side. The sasquatch was stunned, allowing the yeti to grab it by the waist. The yeti then jumped backward, bringing its head to the ground much like it did with opponents before.


The sasquatch was dazed, and got up slowly. It was only on its knees when the monster was struck in the face by another shot by the Himalayan legend. The yeti struck again, and again, and again until the sasquatch fell onto its back. The yeti was amazed it was doing so well; the giant snow-dweller didn’t have this kind of luck against the yowie. The yeti assumed this larger creature was tired. However, the yeti was mistaking the sasquatch’s resistance to fight as exhaustion. The sasquatch didn’t want to fight, but the yeti was forcing it to retaliate.


When the yeti tried to hit it again, it caught the fist, and glared at the snow monster, growling at it. It stood up, still holding the fist. The yeti tried to punch it again with its other hand, but that too was caught. The sasquatch then bashed its skull against the monster, dazing it. The sasquatch then twisted its hands, bending the yetis arms as to make the elbow face downward. It then lifted the yeti up, cracking the yeti’s forearms and making it roar in agony. The sasquatch let it go, the yeti dropping to its knees, but got kicked square in the side of the head, dropping it.


The yeti lay there in shock, pain gripping its arms as it knew the bones were splintered. The sasquatch turned to walk away, and was hit into from behind. The yeti got over its pain quickly, the adrenaline stopping it for the time being. They tumbled down the slope, eventually separating when they reached a cliff. They fell down forty feet, the sasquatch landing on its feet. The yeti landed on its side, cracking its shoulder. It roared in pain, as the sasquatch lumbered towards the yeti. It waited for the yeti to rise, and went to punch it. The yeti dodged it, and with its arms out of the fight, it decided to bite the shoulder of the sasquatch.


The canines dug deep into the flesh, causing the sasquatch to roar in pain. In retaliation, it slammed its elbow into the uninjured shoulder hard enough to crack the shoulder plate, making the yeti back off. The yeti stepped back, then tried to kick the sasquatch in the face. The sasquatch caught the foot, and turned around while placing the ankle of the beast onto its shoulder. It pushed the foot down and forward, making the yeti flip over the sasquatch’s shoulder. Its face impacted the ground, but the sasquatch wasn’t finished. The monster spun round, and threw the yeti at the third time around, it flying down the slope. The yeti flipped and bounced down the mountainside, coming to a stop about a hundred feet down. The monster lay motionless, knocked out by the face-plant into the ground by the flip.


The sasquatch roared in victory, but unlike with the Honey Island swamp monster, didn’t finish the yeti; the environment might do that for the victorious legend...

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Area: Continued from Chronicle 12


The nosferatu slammed into the werewolf, which was still in pain from the massive collision with the wendigo. The werewolf toppled over, the nosferatu slashing it repeatedly. The werewolf threw it back, but the nosferatu kept coming. The werewolf then kicked it in the face when the monster of the night rushed at the lycanthrope again. The werewolf was able to get to its knees, but the nosferatu started pounding it much in the same manner like it did with the Ahool. The werewolf was starting to lose consciousness, but then bit down on the hand of the nosferatu when it tried to punch the werewolf again.


The nosferatu tried to get its hand out of the werewolf’s mouth, but that just made the lycanthrope bite down harder. The nosferatu screeched in pain, then starting to punch the werewolf. It didn’t matter much, as the werewolf slowly but surely stood upright. It violently turned its head to one side, tearing the nosferatu’s hand off. The nosferatu scrambled back, clutching at the bleeding stump that was once its hand. The creature ran for the corpse of the wendigo, the werewolf giving chase. The freshly spilt blood gave the werewolf newfound energy, as it closed in on the night-stalker. The nosferatu grabbed the dead body of the wendigo, and threw it into a nearby tree. but when the monster of the night jumped to go there, it was grabbed by the ankle, yanked out of the air.


The werewolf wasn’t about to let it go, and spun around whilst holding the ankle of the ancient legend. The lycanthrope let go abruptly, the nosferatu sent hard into a tree. The nosferatu hit the object so hard that it was too dazed to climb rapidly into the treetops. The werewolf roared in its face, startling the nosferatu enough for it to regain its awareness. The nosferatu suddenly latched onto the werewolf with its mouth, instantly starting to drain it of nutrients. The werewolf smashed its fists into the nosferatu , making it release the monster. The nosferatu’s attack took its toll, the werewolf tiring now. The nosferatu looked at its torn hand, now reformed.


The nosferatu sneered at the werewolf, mocking it again; it needed the boost, and got exactly what it needed at the right time. It rushed the werewolf and smashed the back of its fist into the face of the werewolf, knocking it back. The werewolf regained its balance, only to be hit in the back. The werewolf was starting to fade, losing precious energy. The nosferatu knew this, and roared as it went to attack again. But when the nosferatu rushed the werewolf, it stepped forward and sent its right fist forward with all it had. Normally this would have emptied the nosferatu’s skull, but now it just knocked it down.


The werewolf then jumped as hard as it could, landing onto the tree where the wendigo’s corpse was. The monster of black fur started to tear into it, ripping its innards and spreading them all over the bark. The nosferatu dazedly got up, to see the werewolf ripping into its newfound meal.


The nosferatu rushed for the tree, but the werewolf jumped from the tree, landing in the center of the hill twenty feet away. It roared in the air, fully restored.


The werewolf roared, the monster reconstituting its energy stores with the savage feast of the ruined wendigo. The werewolf took one step forward, then a massive fissure opened, flames erupting from it.


The werewolf had to jump back fast, the hair on its chest being singed. The flames grew higher, up to thirty feet high. The flames were red, but started to turn black. Eventually the flames died down to only five feet tall when a massive roar was heard, bellowing from the chasm. A massive arm burst from the split earth, along with... a five foot wide wing. The massive form of the Jersey Devil emerged from the breach, and stood tall in the center of the flames. It reared its massive head back, roaring ferociously. The werewolf was stunned, unable to believe what it just witnessed. The nosferatu materialized next to the werewolf, eyes wide.


The nosferatu looked at the werewolf, wondering if the lycanthrope saw what the nosferatu did. The werewolf gave the same look, and then they both looked at the Jersey devil. They knew that on one on one, they had no chance with this thing. A free-for-all at this point would be moot, as this thing would tear them apart before either could settle their differences.But together, they might pull through.


The Jersey devil turned to face them, and rushed forward with speed unlike anything the nosferatu had ever seen in a short burst. The Jersey devil slammed its fist into the werewolf, the monster's body slamming through a tree. The Jersey demon turned to face the nosferatu, but saw nothing. It spun round faster than the nosferatu could react, backhanding it and sending it careening to the dirt. The nosferatu coughed; how was this possible? This thing was not supposed to be faster than it; it was out-sped by the wendigo, for crying out loud!


The Jersey devil lumbered towards the downed nosferatu, its nine-foot tall frame casting a shadow blacker than the night. It was about to tear it to shreds until the werewolf smashed into it from behind with all its strength. They both flew over the nosferatu, smashing into a tree. The Jersey terror got up first, only fazed by the attack. It then grabbed the tree, pulling up and backwards. It ripped the tree out of its roots, and threw it at the werewolf. The lycanthrope was able to dodge the flying plant by jumping, but was hit by the Jersey devils fist when it charged the leaping form of the werewolf. The monster hit the ground with enough force to leave a small pit in the ground.


The werewolf knew they were finished, there was no way they could take this monster on, until the Jersey devil started to turn around. The giant demon apparently was busy trying to get something off its back, and the werewolf saw the opening. It got the attention of the winded nosferatu.


The werewolf and nosferatu charged at the Jersey devil, still preoccupied with something. The Jersey devil heard them approach, and roared at them. The werewolf signaled that the nosferatu get ready to jump, and grabbed him by the shoulder. The werewolf spun around with the nosferatu in his hands and threw him at the Jersey demon. The nosferatu went too fast for the Jersey devil to swat him, the brownish monster landing on the Jersey demon’s upper body. The werewolf then ran with everything he had, barrelling at the larger monster. The Jersey devil was being scratched and slashed at by the nosferatu , and eventually got the smaller monster off of it. When it turned to face the werewolf, it was charging straight at it with tremendous speed. The Jersey devil roared in surprise as it was rammed in the abdomen by the werewolf.


They sailed above the ground, hitting a tree with such force that it broke upon impact, the monsters rolling when they hit the ground. The impact area had the grass torn and the dirt everywhere. The Jersey devil was winded, shocked at the force that strike had. The massive monster got up, and turned to face the pair. The werewolf was out of ideas, the nosferatu looking at it expectantly. The werewolf shrugged its shoulders, having nothing in mind.


The Jersey devil rose its fist into the air, but then roared in agony. It wings were being slashed and torn, but not by any of the two monsters. The Jersey devil turned around, and it was revealed what was doing the damage. A white werewolf was busy wreaking havoc on the back of the Jersey devil;. Eventually it saw the legendary pair, and jumped off. Its damage was healed, however, as the bones of the wings and the membranes returned to their original places in mere seconds.


The werewolf stared at the familiar monster, which stood next to the old foe from three months ago. The nosferatu never met this beast before, but knew this wasn’t its normal form. The nosferatu also knew they now had a shot, as the Jersey devil turned towards them, roaring in outrage at them.


And at that moment, an alliance was formed. The three legends stood together, facing the Jersey devil as it roared at them. They all ran at each other, marking the beginning of the end...

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The series continues! I didn't abandon this thing, I just had no access to internet for about a week or more. Enjoy!



Area: Forest of Dean, Gloucestershire, England


Loud snorting and growling was heard as a massive beast rummaged for food. It was about four to five feet tall at the shoulder, and covered in brown coarse fur. The beast was basically a boar, except it was about the size of a bear and had four tusks. It growled as it sensed another monster nearby, nearly of its size. The new arrival lumbered out, and roared at the boar.


The monster was just about as large as the boar monster, five feet tall at the huge shoulder. The arms were long and ended in massive paws, large claws on the end of its five fingers. The legs were even thicker, and had the same amount of claws. The creature was pure black, except the face had white circles of fur at the eyes and other small areas on its face. The monster reared up on its rear legs, and roared into the air. The beast of Dean snorted, then charged.


It collided into the beast of Brassknocker Hill with tremendous force, pushing the bear-like beast back. The bear-like monster rose its arms and sent them crashing onto the boar beast’s spine. It accomplished nothing more than aggravating the monster. The beast of Dean responded by clamping its mouth onto the Brassknocker Hill monster’s calf, the tusks goring the bear. The Brassknocker Hill monster roared in pain, then in rage as it was forced to go on all fours. The beast slammed its right paw into the boars head, stunning the quadroped long enough to allow the bear to shrug the monster off.


The beast of Dean roared at the Brassknocker Hill horror, and charged again. The monster was ready this time, and decided to test the tusks’ strength. It grabbed the charging beast by the tusks, making it stop dead in its tracks. The Brassknocker Hill beast lifted with all its strength, pulling the squealing boar monster off the ground. The bear swung round and slammed its squirming form into a nearby tree, cracking the massive plant and causing it to tilt. The boar monster roared at its foe, but to no avail as the Brassknocker Hill horror threw the thing by the tusks away from it.


The boar rolled and slid on the ground, finally coming to a stop many feet away. The Brassknocker bear roared at the boar, then charged. The Dean monster was too dazed to react, and was knocked into the air for a short distance before it crashed down onto the moist ground. The weary boar got up, only to be slammed into again. The beast of Dean took more hits like this, the boar starting to weaken. It knew it needed to get away, just long enough to regain its composure.


The boar charged forward, then jumped back and ran to the side, catching the Brassknocker Hill beast by surprise. Where did it think it was going? The monster roared at its fleeing foe, but the monster kept running off. The Brassknocker felt a strong force, not far from this location. It needed to head south, to find out what this force was. It started to head that way, until it was hit with the force of a car. The beast was back, and dealt the damage it wanted to as it cracked several ribs with that impact. The beast of Brassknocker Hill yelped in pain, and slammed into the ground. The boar instantly advanced, not wanting to lose the advantage. It stabbed its tusks into the bear, goring it violently. The monster struggled fiercely, but it soon started to weaken. It eventually stopped resisting, losing too much blood and the broken ribs hitting organs.


The beast of Dean roared in the air in victory, then felt the same presence. It needed to know what was happening in that area, and with that charged south.

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Have another! I post these every time I finish a season, so get used to six new ones every day until this series is over.



Area: Wooded area in Louisville, Kentucky


One monster stood in the forests, but shouldn’t have been there. It was gray, and mostly bare. There were gray shorts on it, but they were torn, shredded. The beast had thin, long hair on the top of its skull. It was a gray, human-like monster, but had sharp teeth, like canines out of control. The monster howled into the air, and was hit from behind. It stepped forward, then turned around to see the strangest resident of Kentucky.


It also looked at first like a man, but only because it was upright. No man has curling horns atop their head, or even a goat head for that matter. The creature had thick fur on its shoulders, gray and shaggy, like the hair had never been brushed. The fur thinned as you went down, being thinnest as you approached its hooves. This monster looked to many as if it climbed straight from hell, and was content with that. The beast also was content with sending the monster before it to the same place.


The human-like beast roared at the goat man, and backhanded the hybrid beast. The Pope Lick monster stumbled backwards, then being knocked down when the gray beast slammed its forehead against the skull of the goat man. The humanlike beast then started to stomp the Pope Lick horror in the gut, causing it to curl. It kept kicking the downed monster for about a minute straight, then relented. It allowed the Pope Lick beast to get up, and tried to attack again. The Fear Liath Mor should have kept it up, for now it enraged the goat monster.


The Pope Lick nightmare slammed its fist into the shoulder of the grey monster, then hit it again in the other shoulder. The Pope Lick beast hit each shoulder several times, then kicked the monster in the chest, knocking the bigger creature down. The Scottish beast was enraged by this small goat beast; how was it able to hit with such force?! The monster then brashly felt it has on fair ground; it knew it could hit harder. The humanoid got up, and swung at the hybrid, but the Pope Lick monster caught the wrist and kicked the monster in the knee. It fell down to the knee that wasn’t hit, and was grabbed by the throat. The mountain beast was pummeled by several shots to the face, then last one not only knocking it down, but bashing its face up enough that the beast started to bleed.


The grey mountain humanoid lay on the ground, stunned for the moment. The Pope Lick monster started to walk away, and that’s when the mountain dweller charged. It grabbed the goat man by the shoulders, hooking its arms underneath. The creature struggled, but was lifted into the air and brought down on its shoulders as the Scottish mountain haunter fell backwards. They separated upon impact, the Pope Lick creature rolling backwards. The Fear Liath Mor got up fast, and waited for the Pope Lick monster to get on its knees. It then kicked the monster straight in the face, knocking it down hard. The Kentucky monster was sprawled on the dirt, tired and weakened. It knew it didn’t have much, but the Pope Lick monster needed to win this.


The Fear Liath Mor was roaring in satisfaction, thinking it had the Pope Lick monster down. It turned around to finish this fight, but as it approached it saw the goat man nowhere to be seen. The creature stood there momentarily, then turned around. It roared in surprise, that being the last sound to exit its body. The Pope Lick monster charged with all it had, slammings its fist into the gut of the Fear Liath Mor as it headbutted the monster, both with all the force it could muster. Both hits cracked bone, but it was the head ram that did the most, breaking the neck of the monster.


The Pope Lick monster collapsed, tired and injured by the kick from earlier. It was about to sleep, until it felt... something massive. But not in size, in force. The presence felt far away, probably cross country. It looks like the Pope Lick monster is going on a traveling trip. To Europe...