Among Us Monster Novels & Stories

Their eyes met, and finally the silence broke between them. "What is it you want to say?" Mark asked gently, his gaze sincere, making Julie swallow hard as she remembered her current situation—single, with her partner in prison. If Liam truly was the perpetrator, then there was no hope for her future with him. The look that Mark had, which was directed at Julie, immediately made the girl forget that she promised Liam to fix everything. "Elizah keeps screaming hysterically whenever she hears or mentions the word 'monsters.' I take it that 'monsters' is plural, meaning more than one person committed this crime against her," Julie said, her voice calmer than before.

We even mapped escape routes and pinpointed weak spots in his security. We were going in. Alive capture only. Marco strapped explosives to his tactical vest, grimacing like it left a bad taste in his mouth. “Last time I used a stun grenade, I was fourteen. Felt like I was throwing firecrackers in a gunfight.” Aurora adjusted the vest over her torso as Marco helped her fasten the final clip. “As much as I want to kill that motherfucker, I can’t. Not until Sammy’s back. So yeah—kiddie bombs it is.”

Busted. I stared at my phone, suddenly wondering if I had gone too far. He looked… annoyed. Just as I hesitated, a new message popped up from Liam. It was a sticker—a cartoon puppy in a yellow hat, eagerly nodding over a water bowl, and above its head were two bold words: "Mm-hmm!" I froze. A bold thought suddenly struck me— was Liam seriously searching for a cute sticker to send me just now? The very next message confirmed my suspicion.

He now asks with venom in his voice, knowing now that he had been played. Standing to my full height, I say to him, “My name is Alpha Jaxson, and you have messed with the wrong pack.” Tommy D let out a growl, but it had no authority behind it, as he was nothing to me, and the majority of his empire of rogues were now gone, as the screams all stopped, and I knew his men were as good as dead. At that moment out of the corner of my eye, the vamps parted allowing a handful of people to make their way into the circle to stand beside me.

From this exact millisecond forward, we were no longer comrades sharing a training facility; we were apex predators weaponized to destroy each other for a supreme title. It was entirely logical, given that the final metrics of this blood match would dictate the absolute trajectory of our syndicates and our future status within the underworld. The crowd began to disperse toward the outer gates, and I returned to the private fighter lounge to secure my gear. I was just about to cross the threshold of the iron doorway when the distinct, raw sound of muffled weeping hit my ears. I poked my head around the steel partition and located Rebekah crouched in a dark corner of the locker room. The assas

Vanessa paled. The monster she thought she controlled… had turned toward her. And he wasn’t playing anymore. As Lucien walked away from the grave, his phone buzzed in his pocket. A message. No name. Just a video attachment. He opened it. His blood iced. Zara. In the woods. Sleeping against a tree. Adrian keeping watch. And the camera filming them… was close. Too close. Lucien’s throat locked. Then the message appeared beneath the video:

And moving through it all were more of those gray-skinned monsters, cutting down anyone in their path. "No," I growled. We charged down the hill, but something felt wrong. There were too few fighters, too few of our pack fighting back. Where was everyone? "The healing tent," Amara gasped, changing direction. I followed her gaze and saw the big white tent where we'd left the wounded. It was still standing, surrounded by a circle of defenders—but they were being overrun. We tore into the monsters attacking the healers, ripping and clawing with desperate rage. I caught glimpses of familiar faces among the defenders—pack members I'd known for years, fighting to protect their wounded friends.

I demanded, sitting up in bed, my instincts instantly on high alert. “The Monster Alpha,” Vanessa hissed, spinning around to face me, her eyes wide. “During the full moon, Alpha King completely loses his mind. His wolf takes total control, and he becomes an unhinged beast. He doesn’t care who you are. Friend, foe, ally—if you are in his path, you die. But under a Red Moon? The madness is a bloodbath. He will rip apart anything that breathes.” Right on cue, a deafening, thunderous roar tore through the castle walls. It was a primal, savage sound that didn’t belong to anything human, so loud it made the stone floor vibrate beneath my bare feet.

We never shoot to stun We're kings of the killing, we're out for blood We'll take 'em one by one We're kings of the killing, we're out for blood We never shoot to stun We're kings of the killing, we're out for blood We'll take 'em one by one We're kings of the killing, we're out for blood Monsters stuck in your head (We are, we are, we are) Monsters under your bed (We are, we are) We are monsters, oh, oh (We are, we are) We are monsters, oh Ah, ah, oh, oh Ah, ah, oh, oh Source: LyricFind Songwriters: Maggie Eckford / Matthew Bronleewe / Sam Tinnesz Monsters lyrics © O/B/O Capasso Chaos And Apocalypse Chapter Number : Chapter 23 Chapter Name : Bad omen Song : Nil Artist : Nil Lyrics : Chaos

There were the usual ads for x-ray glasses and onion gum and joy buzzers and Charles Atlas, but one at the bottom caught my eye. SEA MONSTER PETS! HATCH THESE CREATURES IF YOU DARE! I’d seen ads for Sea Monkeys before, and Matt had told me they were a species of shrimp. But sea monsters? I read the fine print but the ad gave no details other than a legal-sounding paragraph about the company not being responsible for escaped creatures or any harm they inflicted. I looked at the cost, then jumped off the bed and grabbed my piggy bank from the bureau. I emptied the contents onto the bed and counted. I had enough money.