Among Us Monsters Novels & Stories

On monitors. _No cages. No monsters. Just us._ *Crack.*

And in the next second, a loud noise was heard, and the sky was torn by a loud thunder, the sound of the thunder was so loud that it was enough to shake the heavens and the brightness was so much that it was even hard to keep their eyes open and in the next second the monster was ripped into shreds. “What the fuck…” Damon said. “What did just happen?” Matt spoke as well. In the next second, the heart of the monster was thrown before them on the ground and was crushed by a foot. Everyone looked at Ashley covered in blood from head to toe standing before them while holding an unconscious Jason in her arms. She didn’t even break a sweat or looked tired at all, she just looked at her pack mates

(Frantic Monsters) Suddenly, the battlefield atmosphere seems to turned frantic. The Monster in the stampede that used to just be influenced with rage and running away, now has just turned to just full on fleeing at full speed towards us. This monsters didn’t even bother to fight anymore, instead they just breaks into a sprint, all of them just ran towards the line of fire and perish just like that as they were riddled with bullets, there were even monsters that just ramming on to the Tower shield that belongs to the Knight Soldiers that were covering me and killing themselves on the process the sound of their broken bones as they clashed with the shield formation is quite loud.

Almost blinding me. ‘Alpha… they’re coming.’ Kelan’s voice slices through the mind link. He’s perched on the ridge above, other scouts at his side. Luke lifts a fist and halts the others. ‘Are they morphed?’ I ask, scanning the black around me. Shapes lurk. Predators hiding in the storm. ‘Not morphed, Alpha.’ Good. ‘We wait,’ I command. And then I hear Simon, stepping into the rain with his warriors. Lightning burns the sky and his face is carved in white light. Hate radiates from him, thick as the storm.

Beneath the carved warning, four crude tally marks stood out. After a moment's thought, I took the utility knife and carved another stroke into my skin. Searching my pockets, I found a folded scrap of paper… and a few more hidden in the corners of my room. [The monster is tampering with my memory. Trust no one. Not even myself.] [The monster's cycle isn't endless. If you can't escape within a set number of loops, you will die. Permanently.]

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.

he replied, already starting the engine. As we drove, I leaned my head back against the seat, letting my eyes close for a moment. The high was still there, my senses were still sharp, buzzing, and I still felt so much alive under my skin. Everything felt clearer, faster, and more possible. I wished the cocaine in my system at that moment didn’t ever wear off. ‘This is like 5 kilometers away from your home, boss.’ ‘That’s right.’ ‘We’re there now.’ Williams informed.

Us. Elias’ voice was tight, a whisper strangled with horror. “Gods. They’re—” “Us,” I finished for him, claws tightening, body coiled to strike. “Different loops. Different failures.” The air thickened. The echoes of ourselves stepped forward, blades raised, claws bared. No monsters this time. We were the monsters. And the battle began.

A big Armies of beasts, vampires and supernaturals were fighting each other brutally, slashing each other's skins, bones and bodies. Her eyes followed the sight of ugly monsters and a few witches. She identified most of them were from Keir’s side. Mason, her brother, was fighting that manticore, the green monster with the tail scorpion. Allison clenched her jaws at that ugly creature who once hurt her.

Now, he could not wait to execute her with his own two hands. “Your death isn’t regretted one bit, Jasmine,” Monster exclaimed exasperatedly. Very soon, Jenson and Baby Robbie ran out of bullets. Monster’s gorgeous face showed a demonic sneer. “Surrender, Jenson, Robbie.” Several agents pointed their guns at Jenson and Baby Robbie. They looked at each other and dropped their weapons as they glared at Monster. Monster walked toward Jenson and Baby Robbie, saying with a smile, “So, you two brothers, which one’s Robbie and which one’s Jenson?”