A Monster In The House Novels & Stories

“We have highly protected scouts and also machines that can detect any human or species other than wolves!” “How did the machine not capture the monster?" He asked everything in one breath and groaned at the end of the conversation. "They entered the pack out of the blue, King Robert!" I broke the silence. "They are super fast and jumped into my house. Maybe that’s why the machine didn’t detect the monsters." I sighed looking back and forth between King Robert and Queen Darcy. "Okay, so can you describe the monster? I heard that it’s very different from the other dangers we face; is it some new kind of creature?" Luna Darcy inquired while grabbing my attention.

Black venom dripped thickly from its jaws, hissing where it splashed into the flooded mud, sending up clouds of acrid steam. Around its massive form, smaller horrors crawled through the rising water—mutated wolves with too many eyes, pale-skinned swamp leeches the size of dogs, twisted deer skulls sprouting spider legs. The air itself seemed heavier, fouled by rot and sulfur. Inside the house, silence reigned. Junie clutched Jade to her chest. The baby slept peacefully, oblivious to the gods and monsters clashing outside. Simone and Willa hovered close, their faces pale and drawn. Jonah stood near the barricaded door, fists clenched tight, his jaw taut.

" Meagan protested angrily. “Fine. Please accept my apologies. It's just amusing that the smartest child in school is interested in such issues." “Whatever,” she rolled her eyes, “As I previously stated, since your silly head would not stop ranting. There was a time I saw a really giant imprint of a foot at my front yard, and since then, my father left...", Meagan was interrupted. "Hold on,", Ray stopped paddling, "You saw what?" Meagan was surprised at his amazement, "Yeah, you heard right. There was a monster in my house"

“Mommies and daddies sometimes stop loving each other, but it doesn’t mean they don’t love you.” “Father hates me,” Monster hissed. “He wants me dead, but he can’t kill me.” He let out a deranged high-pitched little chuckle that turned my stomach to ice. “The Moon Goddess will strike him down. She told me so.” I nodded. Monster plopped himself on the bed next to me. “He sent a man,” he said again. “What did the man do?” I repeated the question.

Jay hissed. “There’s not a thing in this world that I actually care about.” Monster appeared indifferent. “Is that so? What about your daughter?” Jay sat up straight. His profound pupils were locked onto Monster’s eyes. Monster’s smile froze slightly. “I don’t have a daughter.” He suddenly roared like thunder. Jay curled his lips. “Why are you getting stirred up?” He crossed his legs again, calmly admiring Monster’s current ugly state. Monster realized that he had lost his temper and forced himself to calm down. However, he could not help but ask, “Is Lil Thirteen dead or alive?”

my dad grab Janella quickly as they rush to our house, but the monster now is chasing them panicking but dad never let go of Janella’s hand Janella sneak a peek at what they are running from and she saw a man with a bloody slitted mouth, red eyes and running fast towards them her eyes went wide and scream! “WAAA!!!!”- Janella the monster was fast but father, and Janella is near to our doorstep “quick quick!”- Mom as soon as dad and Janella arrives, mother and I shut the door quickly *BAG!!**DAG!!!* DAG!!!**DAG!!!* the monster is attacking our door but the four of us now pushing the door so that it won’t break and after a long minute the monster stop attacking our door we lock completely the

His eyes are entirely pitch black, and he doesn’t look the slightest bit bothered even as Vanya chokes and sputters, her shaking fingers desperately trying to push his boot off. “I don’t hit women, Vanya. But I fight monsters and crush them because I can. And you…you’re just another breed of monster. The kind that is destined to die by my hands.” She coughs up blood, struggling to breathe. Her eyes are bigger than I’ve ever seen them, bulging in their sockets. She looks…terrified. Slowly, he moves his feet off her throat, and she chokes. I watch as he crouches in front of her, staring at her with a blank look on his face.

Day three. "Is anyone alive? Please, answer me!" The voice came from the family channel, filled with terror and despair. It was Aunt Linda, but she sounded nothing like the elegant woman she used to be. "I'm in the wine cellar! Is anyone else alive?" "Me too!" Uncle Marcus's voice trembled. "But I can hear monsters all over the place!" I watched the carnage inside the house on my monitors. Bodies were strewn across the living room, the carpet stained a deep brown with blood.

I said, only a little sarcastic. “The only monsters in my house are you and me, and I can’t fit under your bed,” he said in a bland tone. “Har-har.” I mocked him. I didn’t want to think of myself as a monster, even if I was. “The most common in this particular city are Demons, Gargoyles, Vampires, and Witches. Werewolves do roam around here every now and then, but they like more open space for when they shift,” he continued like there had been no banter between us.

“She and I are digging now. If they left even a fingerprint behind, we’ll find it.” “And if it is them?” I whisper. “Then we hunt,” Dad says coldly. “Again. But this time, we don’t leave anyone breathing.” “I love you both,” Mum adds. “So much. Just—stay calm. Stay smart. Let us handle the chaos.” “We’re trying,” Caden murmurs, but his eyes haven’t stopped scanning the shadows. Neither have mine. Because the thing about monsters is—they don’t need to knock. They already know where you live.