Books With Monsters Novels & Stories

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

I said, masking my concern. “It’s as good of place to start as any, I guess.” Cas nodded. “I can help, too.” Kali said, quietly. The tension in the air was vibrating at what we’d just discussed as we all glanced at one another. Over the next few days, we dove into the books and the mythology of any and all monster lore we could find. We read about everything from banshees to wendigos, but nothing really seemed to fit just right. The blood drinking was throwing us off. Whatever it was, it was elusive, deadly, and rare.

I felt hurt every time she called me a monster or referred to me as cold-blooded, and yes, I was going to behave like one. "Did you just find out? Huh?" I mocked, my words wrapped with feigned satisfaction, as my lips parted with smiles. As soon as she heard my words, she wiped the tears that had stained her face off, but they wouldn't stop flowing like a broken dam. The sight of it pierced my heart again, but I just couldn't stop myself from holding onto that title. “The earlier you start doing what this demon and venomous monster wants, the better for you, because that's who I am.” I yelled, my eyes burning with wrath.

“But still we couldn’t—” “You can say it was luck.” Bullshit, luck’s got nothing on monsters, but I silently listened to the way he sugar-coated it. “Now, I would happily elaborate on the matter if you would come with me and answer a couple of questions to loosen the knots for us. Edward and I think you have the answers to the question we don’t know. So, if you could, in good faith, help us out.” I changed my mind that moment—either a potential enemy or a potential ally. “Help? And regarding what?” I inquired, halting my steps.

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.

“I’m open minded and all that but I will really hit my limit if any of these fictional shit are true. I have never doubted Mr Alien perks, I was thinking this will be first but I’m totally wrong. Look at this, Mason.” “Do you remember one of the fantasy stories you stole from your father’s library? The one he was looking for and I caught you reading it?” “I didn’t exactly steal it,” I shake my head as my words slurs, “I borrowed it… it was called Gods & Monsters.” “I can’t find anything about any creature living in their human form without anyone noticing. You know what I mean? They will always give away their inhumane part? But according to this reference to the book of Gods & Monsters, the

He walks away "Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win." _Stephen King.

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

" I told her. She was quiet until I heard her getting in her pant pocket. I heard the ding of the keys. She put the keys in her hand in front of my face. I saw the keys dangling back and forth. I grabbed them out of her hand. I put them up to her door. I got the key to unlock her door. We walked in the front door. I turned around, closed the door, and locked it. I walked across the room. I saw a lot of books on her bed. I looked around I saw a lot of beds, as we have over at the football camp. They like to have twelve bunk beds, but we have fifteen bunk beds. I didn’t have to look for her bed; I already knew where she was. I saw a pink and red blanket that has books on it. But one book stuck

"Zergs have corrosive blood! Their shells are hard! They are immune to bullets! Normal people can't kill them!" "Can or can't, we'll see after I try," I say, eyeing the joint between the monster's head and body. I kick off the wall, launching myself into the air. "And who said I was normal?" The Zerg opens its mandibles. I catch its antennae mid-air and swing myself onto its back. I flip the axe in my hand. Thwack. I drive the blade precisely into the gap in its neck armor. I hold onto the handle for dear life as the monster thrashes. I twist the blade. Green slime sprays out. I dodge to the side, avoiding the corrosive splash. Below me, I can feel the axe handle melting from the acid.