Basura Monster Novels & Stories

The monster noticed immediately and took a few slow steps closer. "Babs!" Keira screamed. She tried to run to her, but her legs refused to move. Fear pinned her in place. The monster loomed over Barbara and lowered its head to examine her. At that moment, the young men who had pushed her broke for the door. The monster's head snapped toward them. Its amber eyes locked on as its mouth curled into something close to a smile. Two young men slammed into the ground before they reached the exit. The monster had barely exerted itself. It did not need to.

This beast was called the Dust Basilisk. The Dusk Basilisk was a creature that was a bit rare. It was difficult to run into one because they mostly lived underground and seldom came up to the surface world. They were so called because their scales were the colour of the earth, and they could easily be missed when they were on the ground. In fact, if it wasn’t for Aiden’s strong eyesight, he would have missed it. However, there was something that confused him.

“Hehehe… hahaha… hahahahahaha!!!” Gleaning Monster Cores appeared around him, as well as the destroyed bodies of what appeared to be crimson-looking monkeys—a striking variant of the Monkey Monsters and BigFoot Monsters The creatures had dark, crimson bodies covered in dirt. Now, their bodies were a chaotic mess, with their insides strewn about and cooked by the blistering heat of the area. “Looks like I made it in time!” The boy chuckled, a smirk playing on his lips as he spotted a crawling figure ahead. It was the Boss Monster—a colossal Crimson Bigfoot—struggling to crawl away on just one remaining limb after losing three to the young man.

Along with the number he found a streaming service that allowed him to witness other matches. Curious as to what the fights were like, he activated the streaming and the holographic tv on the wall came to life. “Well that’s actually pretty cool.” He sat down on the bed and began watching. The fight was intense, between a large cyclops monster and a very angry looking basilisk.

Wilbur formed the thunder spear in his left hand and threw it toward where the monsters hid. … There were sounds of explosions, and six monsters were killed. Wilbur saw a monster that hid near the B6 entrance and tried to escape. Wilbur thought about the monsters he saw in the fifth basement. The horse and lizard monsters were just ordinary monsters, so he had nothing to worry about. What really terrified Wilbur was the ant-man he saw in the large test tube. The ant-man was nearly three meters high with a huge body. The powerful energy it gave off also made Wilbur's heart lurch. The power of destruction could sense destruction and desire to kill, while the power of light could sense mercy an

“I am in the mountains hunting these types of monsters that are invisible to the average human, but I can see them.” “And the boy you are with, can he see them as well?” “Yes, he can also see them.” “What are these people called?” “Ma Vista’s which means ‘with sight’ in English.” I’m surprised he believes me right now, if I was in his position I would think that he was bullshitting me. “What do these monsters look like?” “I’m not entirely sure, I believe they come in all different colours and sizes, all above three meters tall.” I glance up at him and find him staring intently at the floor. What he says next shocks me into silence.

I’m not supportive, I’m deadly. Her house is decrepit. The smell hits me on the way up the driveway. This place isn't suitable for human life. Rotted meat wafts from the trash can, and my nose is all wolf picking up subtle musks and gross maggot-covered food items. Bodies of the white creatures dance atop the wet trash can lid.

Her eyes meet mine one last time, and there is something unspoken there—something heavy with expectation. “You chose to become the monster,” she says quietly. “Now learn what it means to wield it.” And just like that, the path forward is no longer theoretical. It has a destination. And a name. The Butcher. And somewhere deep inside me, something ancient and unfamiliar stirs—like it’s been waiting for this war far longer than I have. We pack in quiet motion. Mae moves through Ilythra’s home like she’s afraid of touching things too hard, like the walls might whisper secrets if she brushes them wrong. I’m stuffing clothes into my bag—things that already feel like remnants of another life—when I

"Kael, could the Healer be wrong? The life force of our pup felt so strong the last few times we checked." Kael sighed heavily, his eyes rimmed with red. "Some curses only reveal themselves as the pup grows." He handed me the diagnosis, pointing at the twisted black veins on the parchment. "Look here. The pup's wolf soul fluctuates wildly. There are signs of silver toxicity backlash. In this condition, even if the pup is born, it will die from the pain of its first shift." His voice choked, and the hand holding the paper shook. He looked like he was in agony.