Ancient Monster Novels & Stories

Across the valley, the green cracks in the sky started to blink and fade, losing their power as Gina cut off the monster's energy source. *“Foolish mortals,”* the monster’s voice rumbled. Its green eye blinked rapidly as it felt the combined pressure of the sun and moon magic working together perfectly. *“You are just dust. Your ancestors built a cage because they were scared. You cannot stop the end of the world.”*

That night, the doll suddenly activated. Its soft, stuffed arm shot straight into my throat. I jolted awake, clawing at my neck, trying to call for my mother, but no sound came out. By the next day, I had a raging fever and couldn't stop throwing up. I cried, trying to tell my mother what happened, but all that came out were broken, garbled sounds. She tossed me a pack of cold medicine. "If you can't even talk, then be quiet for once. I'm exhausted after work."

All I could hope for her to be happy and never come back to this place . I got up from the park bench . The early morning sun didn't help much with the cold either. I smiled at how terrified Belle was of giving her finals . She had clung on the phone call forever to find comfort .It felt good to know that the things that scared her were as simple as that. I picked up my pace to the haunted place I was forced to call home .

"Over the ages, a creature would die. The energy of the Mother of Monsters would spread to those around, corrupting them... You were hunted many times, and each time one of your creatures died, making the Mother of Monsters one step closer to freedom." Isak turned back to face me. "There are diaries you wrote when you were one of the original creatures and had the memories of that Era." Isak smiled slightly. "You asked for these stories to be spread somehow... So the first founders of the University influenced several authors to write about the Ancients, with only a tiny part of reality. You believed that at some point in the future, you would recognize such words and could defend yourself b

He wove a tapestry of ancient legends, painting vivid images of a bygone era when the realms of magic and supernatural forces collided in a cataclysmic struggle for dominance. "Long ago," he began, his voice carrying a timbre that mirrored the weight of ages. "There was a formidable demon known as Malachi, an entity gifted with the curse of immortality. His powers knew no bounds as he ravaged the realms, feasting upon the life force of innocents and reveling in chaos. But the supernatural beings of that time united, putting aside their differences to confront this malevolence." As my father spoke, I could almost visualize the epic battle that unfolded in his words—a grand clash of mythical c

The monsteroids governed the Northsea area jointly with the Northsea barbarics. According to legends, the monsteroids of the Thunderpeak Region were once the Lords of Bleurealm. During ancient times, the entire Bleurealm were ruled by countless Monsteroids. At that time, human beings were still in the uncivilized era, they had just evolved from the era of eating raw meat and drinking blood. The weak human race was naturally unable to defend against the strong monsteroids. They had no choice but to become the prey of the monsteroids.

Their arms were so long they used them to walk along with their two legs, like the gorillaens I had once seen in the zoo back at Coven Community. These beasts had huge heads like wolves, fangs as long as my arm, their eyes were snake-like, and their huge bodies had thick muscles designed by a map of veins. They had long scorpion tails. These were monsters that have never been heard of or seen in the history of Mistworld. They didn't look like demons either. I'd read about all the types of demons, so I was certain these weren't demons. "What in Zhyrie's name are these things from?" I muttered to myself in horror.

called Yue Hongbo suddenly, "Look at this." Chu Xun took over the thickset tome and saw the opened page depicting a hideous monster resembling a horned-unicorn with sharp fangs and a coat full of fur as hard as needles. Its hind limbs were thick but strong while its forelimbs were short, but clawed. "Horned Nightmarish Beast," Chu Xun read the name of the monster out loud. This race of powerful monsters was known to be bloodthirsty predators with an unquenchable yearning for carnage. But as far as he knew, Horned Nightmarish Beasts had been extinct for millennia.

He was still pointing his weapon at something. Wren and Max stepped inside and saw what was now lying motionless on the table once again. Wren knew what it looked like, and he had hoped he was wrong. He had seen it when he and Lindsay had looked at the creatures days earlier. It looked almost identical to the monster they had learned was called Anubis. “We need to get this thing back in the cooler now. If it is what I think it is, it isn’t dead, and nothing we do will kill it,” Wren said as he motioned for Max to help him.

I breathed, the dagger trembling in my grip again, its edge now glowing silver-hot in my hands. He didn’t answer. Not right away. Because the answer was walking toward us. Towering, faceless figures with too many limbs, bones that clicked out of place and reformed every few seconds. Their skin writhed as if something underneath was trying to break free. They didn’t walk they crawled forward in jerks, like broken marionettes re-learning how to move. “The Ancient Ones,” Tharros said quietly behind me. “Gods before gods. Creators of death and hunger. They ruled before the Moon ever rose.”