Blind Monster Novels & Stories

But here, on the peak, the sky was a swirling vortex of black and gold. And there, at the center of the bone circle, stood the Monster. It was ten feet tall, a nightmare of shifting geometry. It had the shadow of a wolf, but its limbs were made of the same silver liquid as Julian’s eyes. It didn't have a face, just a vertical slit of violet light that bled static into the air. "Kael?" I stepped forward, the dagger held low.

Those eyes—calm, curious, and utterly without fear. "Now I've seen it," he says. "You can go." I cannot move. The hunger is still there. The cold is still there. But the blanket is a wall I cannot break. He knows this. He has always known. "You're not the first monster I've met," he says, his voice muffled by the fabric. "And you won't be the last. But none of you will ever get me. Because I know the rule." He closes his eyes. His breathing slows. Within seconds, he is asleep.

That was my cue to finally leave, so I reached the edge and saw Bloom levitating above the ground, her red hair raised and her eyes white as her hands sent power through the dome. “What's going on?” I asked Gabrielle right away. “They're monsters, but not ordinary monsters; they're lethal,” my Beta said with genuine concern. “Whatever Greco did this time, it seems to be working.” Bloom shouted before sending a stronger burst of energy. Then I saw the dome become transparent, and I could finally see hundreds of monsters falling. They all had blood coming from their ears and noses. It was clear that Bloom had fried their brains to the point of quickly destroying them.

I wanted to destroy every single piece of flesh that thought it could take something else away from this mountain. A pale hybrid—one of Thorne’s stolen experiments—leaped over a burning truck chassis, its long black claws aiming straight for my throat. It was faster than the wolves, its gold eyes tracking my movement with a sickening, familiar intelligence. I rolled to the right, the concrete scraping through the knees of my pants as its claws tore a deep gouge into the floor where I’d been standing. I scrambled to my feet, but the monster was already spinning, its heavy elbow striking the side of my face.

My jaw clenched and I exhaled nothing less than the sound of a growl. Looking in my rearview mirror before getting out, I noticed the color of my eyes had changed to black. They only turn black when I let my demon out, the demon that craves the sound of screams, the smell of blood, the sight of fear in someone’s eyes, the feeling of their bones crushing in my bare hands. It had been a while since I had done any good and decent torture - Bradley and his group of thugs seemed like a great place to cure that craving.

There's winged Badbloods, there's four-armed man and woman, some have horns and tails, furry hairs like bears, tinted colored skin and eyes, and some looked like just a normal human. Rila didn't notice her teeth clattering inside in her mouth as she shift her eyes from one to another. She only met few Badbloods in her life and now looking at a number of them makes her want to throw up. The girl who claimed to have the gift of sight stepped forward. Her beauty is overwhelming and a strange force is burning around her. Rila can feel it like a warmth of bonfire. Her eyes were so deep and blue and even if she's in a distance, looking directly into it was like she was in front of her.

Gerard exhaled a sigh. "I also don't have many skills left, maybe one or two," Henry responded. "I still have a lot because I merely aggro the monster," Moritz stated. We decided to use him to draw the monster's attention while we attacked it. The strategy was simple: lure the blind-worm to a trap set up with Henry's vines and kill it once it was trapped. These worms were blind and could only detect prey by heat. "Then let's set up tent here." I moved towards a massive rock with a place beneath it that blocked the cold breeze of the desert night.

" She asked. "Yes, almost the entire Black Mist area is inhabited by vampires." "I thought all vampires just lived in castles. Why didn't you ever take me out?" She said. "Next time I'll take you." He answered. "Promise?" I want certainty. "I promise." He smiled. "Let's go back to the castle."He added. Everett directed Pendragon to fly to the balcony of my room. He carried me and jumped on the balcony, he dropped me off, and he rode Pendragon.

The monster let out a pained howl to see the blood getting spilled and roared, “You puny little werewolf, I am going to snap your head like a twig!” Grendel saw through my actions and tried to stop him but he entered the room just the way he had gotten out. All the eyes on his body began blinking and staring at me with malicious intent as I staggered back. The room was quite filthy and nearly empty of anything that I could have used as a weapon. “Oh shit” I muttered and the monster sensed my apprehension. “Not so smart are you little kid?”

In the end, they missed the opportunity in front of them. Whoosh! Samuel opened his bloody eyes and glanced around coldly. He couldn't see too much in his sight, or in other words, everything in his sight was actually blood red. Everything he saw was just a scene from hell. "Samuel, calm down!" The monster shouted coldly. Of course, he was clearly aware of the current state of Samuel. The reason why the monster spoke up in time was because he hoped to pull Samuel back to reality and not be blinded by the evil strength in the sea of blood.