Amnesia: The Dark Descent Monsters Novels & Stories

They must surely be connected to a monster. Feeling them slash my face, my blood soaked tears hinder my site as I watch the light disappear and everything turns to complete darkness again. The next time I open my eyes, the agonizing pain has stopped and I see another sliver of light coming from my bedroom again. I creep closer and notice something odd. The couple I see in the room are not my parents. Instead, it's a young man and woman.

For a second time–and hopefully the last–Amara sees and knows what the world of the dead was like once more: It was nothing more but a cage meant to keep them enslaved like the strings of fate dictating them, to the will of useless beings who called themselves gods when they do absolutely nothing but take and take but you know, my dear, out of all the others… Roman settles back on his throne and finally allows himself to smile. …ah, Amara, you are truly the only one I could love. . . . “When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you are the reason it has become so mangled. Here is your humble offering, obliterated and broken in the mouth of this abandoned church. He has come back to stop the

After some minutes of restless thinking, I finally came to a decision. My heart was heavy, but I knew what I had to do. I stood, smoothed down my clothes, and forced my legs to carry me through the endless corridors of Damon’s mansion. The place was so massive that I still wasn’t used to finding my way around, and it didn’t help that my nerves were practically eating me alive. After a few wrong turns, I finally located his home study. Before I even had the chance to knock, his voice came from inside, calm and commanding, as though he had sensed me lingering outside.

From the depths of the portal, nightmarish creatures began to emerge—twisted forms of beasts that seemed to be born from the darkest nightmares. “Behold!” Drax’s voice boomed, resonating with a sinister glee. “You think you can stand against me? I will unleash a horde that will drown you in despair!” Xienma’s heart sank as she took in the grotesque figures that crawled forth—monsters with jagged teeth, eyes that glimmered like shards of broken glass, and bodies that seemed to distort and shift. The very essence of fear radiated from them, and she felt the weight of dread settle over her like a heavy cloak.

"But I hear them in my head. All the time. Their voices. Their memories. I remember Damien’s rage. Monroe’s fear. Lucian Voss’s hunger." She inhaled sharply. "Their consciousness... it was embedded?" He nodded. "He called it ‘The Archive.’ He said I needed all of them to survive." Rosa cursed under her breath. Grayson tightened his grip on the rifle slung over his shoulder. "Damien didn’t just make a weapon. He created a living database of monsters." Elena reached out and touched Enoch’s shoulder. "But he forgot something. You have a choice. You’re not a puppet."

I mind link. “Stay in the room and don’t come out until I get you myself,” he mind linked, blocking me after. I bit my lips, moving away from the window, but as I was about to move away, something caught my attention. But it wasn’t something; it was someone, and my mouth hung open in shock. Alma moves around the sky, a black fog following her as she moves. Her body was not there from her waist down. Instead, it is fog, and they surrounded her like a protective shield. Then she is wearing a black dress, her hair flowing behind her in waves, her skin is pale and white, and her lips are black. She looks like the dark queen with that crown on her head, but what amazed me was how she was creating

While Caspian's and Asher's monsters still battled against their restraints, their savage urges tantalized by the scent of my blood, Malachi's monster was unnervingly calm, its movements deliberate, its gaze calculating, a hunter assessing its prey. The floor seemed to shift beneath my feet, a wave of vertigo washing over me, a brief moment of disorientation. It was as though my brain had short-circuited momentarily, the world blurring at the edges. My eyes went blank, a momentary lapse in consciousness. Within that fleeting period of lost focus, the sound of metal violently bashing against the wall and clattering against the stone floor enveloped the space, a symphony of impending doom. My

Luckily, a bloody footmark was stained on the morgue floor which made things easier for her. Mother was pregnant with me at this point of time and it was risky to use her powers. Conoscenza is a tricky spell that requires a lot of force and energy, and even the most powerful clan of witches usually faints after using it. But it was a witch’s duty to be one with nature – calm, resourceful, and to serve the people’s needs. She needed to do it, not minding the risks it had. She did it anyway, and found out that there was another witch that was behind the virus. The other witch was purposely peeing on dead mortals and resurrecting them without blood to be her army.

Myra’s memories all clashed like a shattered mirror as she found herself in the middle of a dark room, with images broken , shattered and torn thrown into a million pieces. And right in the middle of it all was Draven, the only thing that made sense, the love of her life, and all memories started to settle in, just as they were blocked by the harrowing cruel eyes of the quilla monster above her. One that she tried to fight as his monstrous eyes beheld something sinister in them as he clawed at her skin, the attack urging her into a defense.

Rebecca looked at her. "I can't stand ugly things, you know!..." "I don't give a fuck, I want Rafael dead!" She glared at her. Rebecca scoffed. "You don't want to lose those beautiful eyes, lower them" She crossed her legs. "Try it!" Anamika challenged. Massimo pulled her back. "Calm down, she is not well!" Rebecca chuckled at Anamika and got up. "I just love you... You remind me of myself!" Anamika stepped back from her creepy smile.