Billdip Monster Falls Novels & Stories

The stranger said and smiled. "You're silly," Owen said and carried Fluffy. The stranger smiled and Owen sighed nonchalantly. "Do you play video games?" The stranger asked. "Is there someone that doesn't?", Owen retorted", "Zayn Kaida ", the stranger said as he stretched his hand for a handshake. "Zayn Kaida? CEO of Hibull?" Owen exclaimed as Wyatt covered his mouth with his left hand. "Oh my God, I'm Norman... Norman North", Owen stuttered as he held Fluffy tightly.

For a fraction of a second, the dust petrified, turning the creature’s own sweat and grime into a suffocating stone mask. Blinded and disoriented, the monster shrieked, its grip on the bark slipping. Mwajuma followed up with a brutal, downward knee strike to its collarbone. The bone snapped, and the beast tumbled backward, falling a hundred feet into the darkness and taking two other climbing monsters with it in a tangle of flailing limbs. But there was no time to breathe. Three more crested the lip simultaneously.

“NATHALIA!” It was useless. Even though they screamed my name it was too late. The monsters crashed the pillar that I was standing on. I was able to jump and dodge its attack, but as I fell into the water, a large part of the pillar fell on me and made me sink further into the water.

The monster growled painfully as he staggered out of the collapsed building and looked in the direction where he stood earlier,it was empty as the Ninja girl was gone. "You shouldn't have come, since you came,show yourself"the monster roared as his eyes scanned the vicinity. "Here I am,"Speed (Mira) said from the top of a tall building where she sat as she drank her coffee calmly. Furiously,the monster whooshed off from far from the area. He sped back in a blink of an eye, since he didn't have a flight ability,he leaped up to the building and sent a powerful punch to the building which made the building shake vigorously and begin to collapse.

What a monster. ************

There wasn’t even a chance for a carefully planned "coincidental" encounter. A dull ache formed at my temples when I thought about relying solely on that dream. But before I could come up with a proper solution, trouble found Nathaniel once again. … It was the second time I had ever seen Nathaniel lose control like that. I was kidnapped once. Nathaniel was the one who found me in an abandoned factory, leading the police straight to my location. "Naomi…"

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

The door creaked open and she dropped into the dark cellar, lit only by the cracks in the floor above. Then...silence. At first. Then chaos. A crash. A growl. The sound of bone snapping and claws scraping wood. She heard Zydian roar, a sound that didn’t belong in any human throat and another voice screaming, cut short. Mira pressed a hand to her mouth, trembling as dust rained from the beams above her. She couldn’t stay hidden. He was fighting for her. Mira grabbed the old fire poker from the wall, shoved open the basement hatch, and climbed up just in time to see a rogue wolf, massive, silver-eyed barrel toward Zydian’s unguarded back.

“What act?” “You disappearing,” Dante said. “You wanted this.” “Of course I did.” My stomach dropped. No. No no no— “This wasn’t our trap,” I whispered. Marcus’s eyes flicked to me. “Smart girl.” Everything inside me went cold. “It was mine.” The words hit like a punch. “Spread out!” Dante snapped. Too late. Lights exploded overhead. Blinding. Shouting filled the space. Gunshots cracked through the air. Everything shattered at once.

"Congratulations! Can you tell us how you —" "Inside." Dominic said simply. "All questions inside." We moved through the entrance and into the building. Inside, a room had been arranged specifically for this — rows of seats filled with journalists, photographers along the walls, a long table at the front with two microphones and two chairs. A podium with the Ashford company logo. A team of Dominic's people standing at the sides of the room. I noticed Celeste at the far end of the room, standing near the wall with her arms folded. She had come separately. She was watching me with an expression she had not bothered to arrange into anything polite.