Frankenstein Beast Description

In the darkness, among shadows and in the mangled limbs the scent of damp decay seemed to thrive along with a animalistic mass that's eyes glowed luminescent in the night like embers of a dying fire. Sunlight was an object of avoidance for this primitive predator. It’s grotesque body cascading delicately meandering through the thick hanging forest, that was obscure from the eyes of innocence. The monster's flowing movement through the timberland mimicked a dance that was set to a low pitch steady rhythmic tempo. Gracefully terrifying the monster stayed insignificant or at least undiscovered to those who did not deserve it.

The man thought that something was knelling and hunched over on the side of the rode. When the car slowed down, the driver took a closer look at the figure on the passenger side of the car. The driver was no more than six feet away from the beast of bray. The sighting lasted for about 45 seconds and then stated to clearly saw a beast with grayish, brown hair, fangs and pointed ears. His face was long and snouty, like a wolf. The man saw how big and powerful the chest was on the beast. The arms of the beast was strange. The arms were jointed like a man would be and there was something in his palms, completely like any animal that he had ever heard of. The arms were muscular, and the creature seemed to have human-like fingers with claws on the ends. The driver did not notice any sort of tail but did say that its back legs were behind it, like a person would be if kneeling.

He decides its time for breakfast. He grabs a sharp rock and runs up a tree. He hops from tree to tree and waits for an hour, as still as a dead tree. A deer comes along, tall thick, high antlers, Richard sets his sights on it as he leaps from the tree onto the dear, stabs it in the leg. The deer bucks him off and runs at a high speed. Richard takes a minute to recuperate before he slowly runs after the blood trail. After walking for a good half hour the trail leads him to an open field. The field itself is clear, but it is surrounded by trees. Richard looks out in the field and spots the deer, he runs over to it, grabs the rock he lodged deep into its leg and begins to gut it. Once he is done, he begins to leave but he hears a noice, a low roar from the distance, but he decides to investigate.

​The creature is miserable because the creator just made him and right after he got afraid and then he wanted to kill the creature because Victor thinks that he killed his brother William.According to the text it said, "The tortures of hell are to mild for thy crimes you've done. So what he is trying to say is that he hall go to hell for the people he killed including William. In my opinion I think that the creature didn't kill William because he said in the text that his soul is full of love and community.An other reason is because he lives in the mountains and in

It was a dark and stormy night in Wismertown. The streets abandoned as everyone has retreated to the safety and security of their own homes. Or so that was to be expected. One boy, a very reckless boy was still on the streets, running. But from what? Nobody knows. It is said to be 50 feet long and just as wide, a very feared beast. Wismertown is filled with monsters and all sorts of misshaped creatures, but none were like this. Jake ran and ran until he could not and would not run any farther. He finally reached his home. He jumped onto his bed and under the covers as the gargantuan beast was still patrolling the streets. After a few hours of hiding under the sheets passed, Jake heard a satisfying flap of wings and looked outside to see the

The poor man lurches towards the nest, a blood trail left by the cut in his foot wanders behind the fellow. His stomach stirs up in a fit, he hasnt eaten in a few days. Footsteps echo throughout the corridor, drowsey the man confuses his own footsteps for those of the creature that defends this cavern. A cold air grazes his neck as he waits to see if the his ears have mistaken something else for the creatures footstep, all is silent only his breath pierces the air. A pidder padder rears it head, the sound of clomping crashes into the man 's eardrums as he begins to shake in fear. Chilled to his core he anticipates the worst, but yet in a surprising relief the

As the characters in the novel Frankenstein compellingly evince, monstrosity is not an inherent characteristic but one that is acquired through belligerent revenge, extensive isolation and dangerous curiosity. By applying this trait not only to the monster but also to Frankenstein, Shelley demonstrates that true monstrosity not lies in the outer physical appearance but exists in the minds full of obsessive malignant intentions. Referring back to the root of the word monster, monere (to instruct), Shelley uses the theme of monstrosity throughout the book to instruct the readers that challenging the realm of god only leaves one with monstrosity and

Scars decorated the beast’s body, knife wounds extended down his arms. Bullet marks danced over his chest. His face, charred on one side, shrouded the right side of his skull. His legs, mutated, like someone had experimented on them, patches of metal sporadically covering his limb. His hair hung down the side of his head, stringy and greasy. He inched towards Carter, dragging a long club alongside him. The bat, covered in thick red, liquid. The poignant odor that was emitted from the mutation, caused Carter to choke. The appearance of the beast itself nearly made Carter retch. The blood on the stick, smelled metallic, and fresh from his last victim. As Carter turned to run, the unearthly beast leaped from its spot. Landing just behind Carter, the beast swung the baton. Carter wailed. Crack – the club penetrated his skull. Blood pouring from his scalp, splattered onto the beast as he turned away, leaving Carter’s motionless body on the floor. The beast limped away, out of sight – looking for his next

The image presented above is a representation of the widely known Frankenstein's monster. This monster comes from the story of Mary Shelly's novel which narrates the story of how a horrible creature of previous human nature was brought to life to defy the creator of the world. The story has been recreated many times in movie form. Although, movie representation varies on how the monster behaves and looks, both the novel and movies hold the same theme. Movies such as the first ever maid Frankenstein movie in 1910 depicts the monster as a human like creature with long hair and crazy eyes. In more recent movie representations the monster became tall and green, with bolts on the side of its neck such as the one in the picture presented by Apex.

The sound of blades colliding echoes through the dark caverns. Monstrous shrieks of pain and deafening battle cries all combine to create the sound of the battle. A lone adventurer stands stalwart in the face of evil, parrying blows and returning with lightning speed to end even the stoutest of enemies. He continues to fight even though he is clearly outnumbered. His valiant hold of his position forges fear in the very souls of some of his opponents, but not all are so easily disheartened. The forces of darkness continued to rise against the single man, and he fought as hard as he could and it seemed he could go on forever. Suddenly he is struck from behind, and while not falling there, he is severely weakened. Severing

Swinging their steel swords into the serpent’s hide. The swords can cut through mail, but only scratches the monster’s scales. The monster roars and thrashes around throwing the men into walls of the cave. Sir William screams, “lure the creature back to the trap. The men regroup and lure the creature back to the trap. They dodge beast’s throws and slashes. The creature nears the sub-tunnel of the cave. Sir William leads the beast by himself into the tunnel. He tells one of his knight to get the bow ready. The serpent is in position and Sir William tells his archer to get ready and aim. The monster is anger by the annoyance of the men. It looks at Sir William with its behemoth eyes and lickes its sharp dagger like teeth. The monster roars and Sir William answers back with a mighty warcry that could be heard throughout the cave. The monster lunges at Sir William jumps on the serpent's head and runs across its spine. Sir William slides down the back of the monster and yells now. The archer lets loose the fire arrow. The arrow sets off the barrel and creates a forceful explosion. Sir William jumps off the monster and dives. The explosion weakens the the cave structure and the roof the tunnels begins to collapse. The roof falls and covers the serpent and Sir William. The dust fills the cave and it goes quiet. The men regain their bearings and start digging to find William. Minutes go by and the digging seems hopeless and then a hand appears. They dig up

While passing between trees, some movements were seen nearby; the land was in snow, so it was easy to notice. I froze and looked around for a moment. There was a possibility that it could just seem to me, yet later I noted a pair of vivid golden eyes staring straight at me from a distance. The creature stood in an assailant posture with smoky black fur and gleams of snow on it. I got scared when realized it was a wild wolf, what was not typical to see in a suburban forest. Going behind a tree trunk, I made an attempt to hide, but how could it help me if the wolf had already aimed at me… I stood moveless though the animal creeped towards me. Not waiting for long, it quickened and began to run; at one moment, feeling both defenseless and doomed got me. Seeing another wolf jumping on the first one and laying it low was shocking. I stayed speechless, as I misunderstood what was going on and watched the wolves’ fight, how one bit and pushed another. Any normal person would have run away already without looking back, but I stayed for no reason. They grinned at each other with evil intent, revealing all their sharp fangs, and snarled loudly, terrifying me. The wolf that defended me for a mysterious cause had dirty, dark-grey fur, yet all blood marks from the bites could be seen on it. All dripped-off blood from both of them got on snow underneath. The scent from it spread all over. It was an eerie sight, which was followed by a loud crack. The defending wolf gnawed through the attacking wolf’s neck killing it; the dead body laid on the ground in a red puddle. The dark gray wolf stood next to it, taking breath very fast. Blood continued to drip from its flesh, and, glancing in my eyes, it walked away. Staying shocked, I looked back at the body and, with no comments, turned in the direction of

“The Bull-Man wheeled toward him, pawed to the ground again, and got ready to charge. He was fighting bull-man creature and it killed his mom. “Her eyes began to glow like barbecue coals. He fingers stretched, turning into talons. The jacket melted into large, leathery wings. She wasn’t human”. A person he knew was not human she has after him and turned into a monster and fury. He had to fight many monsters and creatures in his quest.

It came on huge, rough, deadly legs. It glided through the water, very fast and very furious. Each leg was strong, and long extension reaching towards its prey with precision like an arrow aimed at a target. Each leg was a sturdy mass of armor. And from the great breathing cage of the upper body those two eyes had deadly accuracy which might expertly bring the monster into collision with its prey like a linebacker crashing into a running back, while the dagger teeth prepares. And the head itself, a boulder of deceiving rough skin. Its mouth gaped, exposing its prey. Its eyes widened, like two baseballs empty of all expression save hunger. It closed its mouth in a cowardly grin. It raced forward for the prey tearing it with its

I could hear the rapids from the river today, meaning that it would come. I kept walking this way until I found some brush and hid behind it. I kept my back to the forest and waited intensely for the beast to come out. Every time I heard a noise I cocked my bow and was ready to shoot, I was being too impulsive, but I couldn’t help it, this was going to be my first time trying to capture it. Every 5 minutes I would check my bag and waist, making sure that I had everything I needed for this hunt. As time passed, dawn soon broke into noon and I could hear the slight rustles of the animals as they started slowly moving away from the river. The rapids of the river kept dying down and rushing more, making the river even more weird than it was originally. As I started to get comfortable and was about to close my eyes for a brief moment, I hear a loud rumble come from the opposite end of the woods. The rumble was louder than what I had expected and made the rocks on the shore start to bounce. The Rumble was actually making me move up and down and all of a sudden I couldn’t hear anything but I could still see the rocks