Best Monster Horror Books Novels & Stories

What lurked out there, that is. What did lurk out there? I felt around my messenger bag, discreetly pulling out The Idiot's Guide to Hell. I flipped to the table of contents, scouring the page: 3~ A Field Guide to Hellekind, page 21. I flipped to it: So you think there's a monster in your closet, eh sweetheart? Don't worry- it's just an incubus watching you change. Or Samael, not that there's much of a difference-

“Great. Just great. Meg loves shopping for odds and ends there, and maybe it’s evil. WONDERFUL.” “Well, perhaps not evil, just . . . ” I wave him off, massaging my aching temples with my other hand. “Yeah, yeah. I got it. Holy God, Gavin. Demons, evil houses and doctors, ghosts, redneck voodoo zombie witch doctors and monsters . . . what the hell else have we got in this town?” He tips his head at the book. “How about gods . . . ”

But my grandfather sent me again to another school named 'HARRISON UNIVERSITY' A typical but high-end school congested with bitches, nerds, lovers, jerks, bullies, and the pathetic ones who love to see themselves bullied. Not until I started to see bizarre things, I never wish to involve with. 'Monsters'—that's what Harrison University has. From that day on, I learn that all things happening inside this campus are bound to each other. Too late for me to realize that these will lead me to the place where I can find the identity that I myself don't want to bring back.

His eyes are entirely pitch black, and he doesn’t look the slightest bit bothered even as Vanya chokes and sputters, her shaking fingers desperately trying to push his boot off. “I don’t hit women, Vanya. But I fight monsters and crush them because I can. And you…you’re just another breed of monster. The kind that is destined to die by my hands.” She coughs up blood, struggling to breathe. Her eyes are bigger than I’ve ever seen them, bulging in their sockets. She looks…terrified. Slowly, he moves his feet off her throat, and she chokes. I watch as he crouches in front of her, staring at her with a blank look on his face.

I feel sick at that. “So it’s hell then?” I ask, and he shakes his head. “No, it’s worse. Hell, you can get to. Darkness, you can’t. They have shadow monsters. That occasionally enter other realms, they feed on the sleeping victims and inflict the most disturbing nightmares that feel so real the victim wakes covered in blood. They eventually go insane from lack of sleep. That is just one of the horrors of darkness.” I suck in a breath and declare I will never sleep again. Also, every light will be kept on. I am not being used for the shadows. I shudder at the thought.

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. *********

Those books were older than any of the others in his office. The bottom shelf (the one he’d been searching when he’d first heard the cats playing in the hall) held his collection of horror anthologies. The famed Whispers series, edited by Stuart David Schiff, featuring the varied works of Ramsey Campbell, Stephen King, Charles Grant and so many others. The Mammoth Book of Best New Horror from England. The Shivers series, published by Cemetery Dance. Masques, Borderlands, Shadows, Stalkers, Dark Forces, October Dreams I & II, Corpse Blossoms, Horror Library Volumes 1-5, and Prime Evil. Classic horror anthologies jammed next to paperback collections of slightly lesser repute with titles to mat

Till it happened to me. *Everyone of us is a book of blood, whenever we are opened, we are red. The world outside had its own rules and those rules weren't human. *when there is no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth. The monsters that rose from the dead, they are nothing compared to the ones we carry in our hearts. *sometimes the things in our heads are far worse than anything they could put in books. The greatest trick the devil pulled was deceiving the world there was only one of him.

I had been blind to his and fears insecurities; or better still, I turned a books eye to the truth about who he really was. He was a monsters, and monsters hunt for blood. Monsters never change. You can take the pig out of the mire, but you can't take the mire out of the pig. One day, it'd return to the more, and Gustav had returned unapologetically to his mire.

He began using the half-octopus as a weapon to fight the other monsters coming at him before the octopus turned into black dust and withered away. He quickly turned his head toward me. "Luna, are you oka—?" Before he could finish, another monster was coming at me from behind. He pushed me aside and went for it. Oh God, I can't keep standing here like a fool and let what happened to Elder Borek happen to Fred too. It was obvious these monsters wouldn't stop showing up until someone died, but if we could do something to defeat them, they would leave. Before making my research, I read that monsters were scared of light, so they hid in a forest that was void of sunlight, the Black Forest. If I c