Acotar Monsters Novels & Stories

It stepped closer, its heavy, metallic claws clicking on the stone. Natalia looked at Trevor, then looked at the monster. She smiled a bloody, lethal smile. "Hey, ugly!" Natalia shouted at the top of her lungs, channeling her voice directly at Lord Trevor's pinned body. "Your next meal is right over there!" The monster screeched and bolted—not toward Natalia, but straight toward the source of the sound. Straight toward Trevor. "No! Wait! Get away from me!" Trevor shrieked, frantically clawing at the stone as the shadow of the seven-foot beast fell over him.

That was my cue to finally leave, so I reached the edge and saw Bloom levitating above the ground, her red hair raised and her eyes white as her hands sent power through the dome. “What's going on?” I asked Gabrielle right away. “They're monsters, but not ordinary monsters; they're lethal,” my Beta said with genuine concern. “Whatever Greco did this time, it seems to be working.” Bloom shouted before sending a stronger burst of energy. Then I saw the dome become transparent, and I could finally see hundreds of monsters falling. They all had blood coming from their ears and noses. It was clear that Bloom had fried their brains to the point of quickly destroying them.

she said. “And what does it look like, Price and his parasites?” “Dr. Octopus, but with a bunch of two-foot-long black smoky tentacles coming out from the back of his neck instead of his waist.” I loved that she would quote a literature classic and a Marvel comic just as easily. “And his friend didn’t look any better. They’re a dreadful sight to behold.” I recalled his sudden migraine and Amy confirmed that was the parasites, causing him health issues to feed on his pain and on his dependency on meds.

“Stay away from me.” He smiled. Like I’d just said something cute. “I tried that,” he said. “Didn’t like it.” My eyes darted around. No guards. No movement. “They’re not coming,” he added, reading me too easily. “They’re… occupied.” My stomach dropped. “No.” “Yes.” Panic clawed up my throat. Dante. Kai. Luca— “What did you do?” I demanded. Marcus tilted his head slightly. “Nothing they can’t handle,” he said casually. “Yet.”

After testing, my IQ came back at 200, twice the average. My mother was over the moon. She hired top tutors and swore she would raise me into someone extraordinary. Ophelia even gave me her favorite doll, saying she was proud to have a genius brother like me. The very next day, I threw up all over it. That was also when everything went wrong. I got hit with a sudden illness. My hands started spasming, and I couldn't even hold a pen anymore. The comments flooded the screen. [What the hell is wrong with him? That doll was their dad's keepsake. Ophelia wouldn't even touch it herself, and he just threw up on it?]

“It’s about losing.” He turned, eyes colder now. “He lost her. He lost control. He lost his fantasy.” “And now?” the Don pressed. “Now he wants to take something from me.” The room absorbed that. Mark Romano had never sounded afraid before. He didn’t now. But there was something beneath the calm. Something lethal. A soldier rushed in, breathless. “We picked up chatter near the old industrial blocks. Santoro remnants have been seen moving.” Mark’s head tilted slightly.

POV Liora The Ancient One did not sit. She moved around us instead, slow and unhurried, her bare feet making no sound against the stone. Her presence pressed in from all sides, like the air had thickened just for her. Mae sat stiff beside me, hands knotted in her lap. Rowan stayed near the door, shoulders tight, like a man braced for a strike he couldn’t dodge. “Tell me,” the Ancient One said calmly, “why mortals believe becoming a monster will save them.”

~Author’s POV~ "This track is called the Serpent's Back. It's a narrow road that goes up a mountain. There's no fence. Just a big drop off the side. People have crashed here. One guy died last year," Simon said, his eyes shining with amusement. Harriet listened, but she didn't look scared. She was looking at her car, a simple silver Mazda. She touched it. It looked old, but she could tell it had been taken care of. The tires were good. The engine sounded smooth and strong.

He’d gone to extreme measures not to be tracked. “Let’s talk about these new monsters.” Aaron was changing the subject, and I was glad for it. Even though there was still a chance I could get in trouble for something else, at least we weren’t talking about Christian anymore. “What do we know?” He pulled up the video from the hunt the other night, the one I’d manipulated into Cadence’s dream, but it wasn’t playing. “They’re all black.” Elliott started with the obvious. “They have red eyes,” Jamie added.

Their long and thin tongue is stuck out as if they are already craving human flesh. The hole emits miasma nonstop as it stands as the portal to hell. Every moment, other creatures were materialized and given life. Goblins, Golems, Ghouls, Orge, Imps, Lich, Warlocks, you name it! To make everything short, everything related to the corrupted souls of Tartaro. I look at Phelan, and I see no fear on him despite the innumerable foes. Neither anyone in my pack shows fear. Instead, I see their excitement in their hazel orbs.