Basura Monster Novels & Stories

We're sitting on a bench in the waiting area, mom and a nurse who was tending her wounds are also with us. "We were on our way to the neighboring pack to deliver some goods as Alpha Jarek ordered us, but we were suddenly attacked by some strange looking creatures -I have never seen anything like them before" "What do they look like? Can you describe them?" I asked. Her eyes blinked rapidly as she tried to hold back her tears. "They looked like giant bats, but they're not bats..." Giant bats, but they're not bats? "...they had very long nose but only one nostril, pink eyes that had murderous intentions lurking in them, six legs and blade like arms with no fingers or claws"

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

Right in front of me, a snow basilisk was baring its fangs, venom and poison dripping from its jaws. I flinched at the sight of the green-scaled monster and bolted in the opposite direction, only to realize I couldn’t outrun a reptile that owned this territory. I’d have to zig-zag if I wanted any chance, but that would drain me fast. Snow basilisks were specially mutated creatures that had adapted to all kinds of environments. This one was a master hunter, with a kill rate around ninety-seven percent. My heart hammered against my ribs. It was big, but only came up to my chest, perfectly suited for this terrain. The thought of their usual massive size made my skin crawl even more.

"Brandur is one. You remember he is called The Destroyer?" She fought back the gratifying smile that tugged at her lips with his growing unease. Maybe she could scare him enough into abandoning his plan and tell her where baby Brand was before the wolves caught up to them. "And they are not just regular wolves," she continued. "They are the size of the legendary Dire wolves. Brand's wolf comes almost up to my shoulder on his flat feet. His teeth are as fearsome as the Háhyrnir (killer whale) that roamed our sea."

They had such an excellent bond based on their likes and dislikes. The real Monster had not yet finished, but had just started. She would awaken Luther's true monster. She would destroy him and his family. She would make Noelle's life an absolute hell. This is the second part of Monster. *********

Zen yelled, rushing over to heal Benjamin while moving him away from the danger zone, trusting the others to deal with the variant monster. Truthfully, he wanted to participate in the battle. However, saving the players was more important now. Basil, sensing Zen’s urgency stepped into battle and unleashed its ability for the first time since its summoning. “Ss-kek!” the golden basilisk hissed. Its eyes glowed menacingly as the skeleton’s knight’s movement slowed. As the opponent was an undead monster more powerful than regular ones, only its right leg was petrified. Seeing how the movement was slowed, Jessica took out her whip and tugged at the sword, binding the large monster in a stalemate

Suddenly, the ground began to quake. As the growl of an unknown monster’s voice filled the air, the mountain split open, and a chasm appeared. Then, a massive horned head emerged from the valley. The monster had a large mouth with two rows of sharp teeth. A foul and foreboding atmosphere suffused the surroundings. At the sight of the monster, both Jules and Monica retreated slightly. Emperor Jabari immediately drew out a small amount of his power from the Celestial Abode.

“I thought you of all demons would have at least done your homework on your opponent…my father comes straight from the progenitor of Blood Reign…and my mother is a sorceress of unprecedented power…why do you think my father created me…” Basille looked at Ruben with a paled frightful expression. “And as such, now I have your blood, I can control every cell within you…would you like to see what I can do?” Basille swallowed hard before chuckling and sitting up, trying to look casual about the whole thing. “So, I guess you won then…congratulations. I concede Bastetia to you…you can return to the Terran realm triumphant.” He waved a hand and a portal appeared as well as the goblin assistant, the

Lana said making me nod as I tensely look at the moving bushes. We all turn quiet when a big ugly looking monster appears before us also follows by others with the same appearance. By my count, there are 5 of them with the size of an elephant. They have this brownish color, one eye on the center of the head, two big horns, and sharp long teeth. The monsters are like giant Cyclops if in our world but they look so different. They stand on both two feet and they had these 6 long hands. The one closer to us suddenly growls as they all look at us as if readying themselves to attack.

I created a monster to ruin her. Now he’s ruining me. **** Helena spent her nights writing savage Alphas who dominated, punished, and shattered their women. One car crash later, she died, and woke up trapped in the body of Azalea, the pure 18-year-old princess she had written to be broken. Her fictional story became real as King Valdman Wolverton came for her. Scarred by years of torture, this ruthless werewolf king slaughtered Azalea’s entire family in front of her eyes and dragged her away in chains. He doesn’t want a quick death. He wants her to bleed for every sin her father committed; slowly, brutally, and completely. Helena feels every second of it: every painful lash and every cr