Paris said, and a second creature rose to its feet.

The creature rises from the sea to do battle with another of his kind.

But I just can't believe those creatures could rise again after four hundred years in the ground.

Slowly the creature rose from the pool, dragging itself onto firm land.

Certain that the creature wouldn't rise again to threaten, their attention shifted to the man.

The creatures rose, surrounding her, silhouettes in the dark night.

As he continues his preparations, the creature rises from the table and attacks him.

I got up and the first creature rose to his feet and faced me.

He dropped to the floor as the stricken creature rose again, hoping against hope.

For creatures rising out of flesh or mud, that's all there's ever been.