Among Us Monsters Novels & Stories

It was large and could fit at least 500 people, yet, the people scattered around would not be more than 200, all consisting of various elite families in country M. As though reality had stopped, the air had turned still as all eyes turned to us. Various surprised gazes, some marred with awe, and some with envy. Some directed at me, and some at Rael. Yet, he didn't care. He merely pulled me deeper into the hall, coming face to face with Mathew Beaumont–head of the Beaumont family. “Mr Morgan,” the man nodded, making Rael's gaze move to him. From the corner of my eyes, I had caught someone staring at me, and I turned to see Kylie's gaze on me.

Their bodies shook as though caught between two worlds, torn but not yet broken. Behind them, the others howled—those too far gone, their rage unrelenting. They hurled themselves at the wolves, at Silas’s blade, at Caleb’s spear. The meadow became a battlefield of mercy and blood. Ava gathered the trembling survivors close, wrapping them in her presence, anchoring them to her voice. “You are not forgotten. You are not monsters. Come back.” Some sobbed. Others simply clung to her, their claws trembling, their eyes wild but no longer empty.

Gen snorted. Monstra Fidelis – Monster Fight Club Advisor: Commander Karrin Vorax Summary: Unofficially official. First rule: don’t talk about it. Second rule: absolutely talk about it. Night duels. Monster form combat. No magic, just raw, feral brawls. Watchers can place bets. Winners gain power, respect, and invitations to secret GraveGalas. “Okay this one’s screaming my name,” I whispered. “Also, secret parties? Hell yes.”

" Maria's words made them feel ashamed. After all, they had never once bothered to check on my situation in the past three years. When I'd first arrived at the war zone and had been forcefully injected with various unknown drugs on the testing table, I'd called out their names in desperation. I'd begged for them to come save me, but they'd never come. I soon passed out from the pain. The three of them were no longer around bwhenI woke up. I didn't bother asking about them. Maria only sighed and told me that they would be back, but I no longer cared. The physical pain and mental exhaustion were enough to keep me fully occupied.

As I walked through the hallway that led to the exit of the building, the monsters were all clinging to different corners, whispering and sneering. "I'm glad she's finally leaving." "I never really liked her." "Ugh! I wish I had killed her last night." "I hate her." "I want her to die." These were the awful words spilling out of their mouths. They hated me, even when I didn't do anything wrong. Are they trying to say that they hate every human living in Velmora? A splash of cold, filthy water crashed over me, soaking my hair and clothes. The monsters began to laugh. I looked over to where the stinky water had splashed from, and I saw Lyra smirking from the stairwell, her hand on the rail.

I just stood there, frozen, staring at the number on the screen. Two hundred and fourteen people. Dead. I felt something claw at the inside of my throat, but I swallowed it down. My hands were shaking, my nails biting into my palms. The Game Master’s grin faltered for the first time. It looked… disappointed. “Oh, come on now,” it said, voice softening to a mocking pout. “Where’s your enthusiasm? You’re still here! You’re the lucky ones!” Lucky… Lucky to be breathing in this godforsaken place, lucky to dance for our lives, lucky to watch people explode or crumble while something with glowing eyes clapped like it was watching a talent show?

"Zergs have corrosive blood! Their shells are hard! They are immune to bullets! Normal people can't kill them!" "Can or can't, we'll see after I try," I say, eyeing the joint between the monster's head and body. I kick off the wall, launching myself into the air. "And who said I was normal?" The Zerg opens its mandibles. I catch its antennae mid-air and swing myself onto its back. I flip the axe in my hand. Thwack. I drive the blade precisely into the gap in its neck armor. I hold onto the handle for dear life as the monster thrashes. I twist the blade. Green slime sprays out. I dodge to the side, avoiding the corrosive splash. Below me, I can feel the axe handle melting from the acid.

I said lightly. “Have you gotten used to it?” “Sort of. Still figuring things out.” I paused. “I told you about the recent deaths, right?” She nodded, her brows drawing together. “Yeah. Vampires and wolves, right?” “Three in total,” I said, my voice quieter now. “All of them found on the outskirts. Burnt. But not by sunlight. It wasn’t natural. The smell lingers even after they’re moved. Like scorched flesh and ash soaked into the ground.”

THIRD PERSON'S POV: Belle was chatting with her dad while Amy was muttering something about another burden being hurled on her head for the night to Eric , who was eyeing the two sisters like a hungry dog. Rose was helping Mrs. Smith with the dishes when the doorbell rang. Mr. Carter and Amy went to get the door while Eric waited in the living room. Rose pulled her sister away into the kitchen , reluctant to let her be alone with Eric for even a second . Belle didn't fight it , she knew her sister would walk on fire with bare legs for her.

They were more than twenty meters tall, the other monsters and demons cheered and shouted towards them, when everyone saw the flashes and cameras, the big monitors showed the other worlds screaming and betting on them. Miraculous Woman and Ultra Woman entered as the unlikely duo, alongside two other Amazons, to be seen alongside their opponents, giant orange women with multiple heads and arms, in addition to six legs, they were muscular with open monster mouths, when they were prepared. While they would punch their opponents, in the midst of a hand-to-hand fight, to be kicked and with blows from their arms, lifting them. Such as huge blows of impacts, with successive punches of several arms,