Calling All The Monsters Lyrics Novels & Stories

His hand lifted, hovered just inches from the handle. If he turned it , if he stepped inside there’d be no undoing it. Not this time. He could finish what they started. Bury himself so deep inside that mouth, inside that want, that for a few hours, he wouldn’t have to think about betrayal and bloodlines and wedding vows. He could forget. But the thing about monsters was they followed you, even after the lights went out. And Rafael already knew, no matter how hard he tried to kill this thing between them, it wouldn’t stay buried.

*Theo's POV* I drove alongside my fellow men, their motorcycles speeding intricately through the dense forest. The air was thick with tension as we mentally prepared for a potential vampire attack. Each of us gripped our weapon tightly, eyes darting in every direction, scanning for any signs of danger. My comrades, their faces etched with readiness, exchanged words of encouragement and shared brief moments of levity to cool their nerves. "Stay sharp, lads," I called out, my voice carrying above the sound of the engine rums. "We've dealt with these bloodsuckers before, and we'll do it again."

The cell warps. Blood. Shadows. Elijah steps forward. He’s holding Clara’s body. His golden eyes burn. “You let them die,” he whispers. “No…” “Die. Die. Die.” Their voices rise—Evangeline’s, Mike’s, Clara’s, the whole pack. Everyone is here. "I'm a monster. I'll be a good girl. I won't tell anyone. Please. Daddy, please." “Die. Die. Die.” I clutch my head. “It was because of me. Everyone dies because of me. I’m a monster.”

They wouldn’t come unless I was stripped of everything. Then, I pulled out a small blade, the one I had hidden beneath my sleeve. I sliced my palm open. Blood poured down, dripping onto the stone, glowing dark red before turning purple. The air shifted. I began to chant. “Almanto Montana Monrus! Almanto Montana Monrus! Almanto Montana Monrus! I call upon you, the witches of the dead... Morwenna, Lysra, Thane! Hear me!” The ground trembled beneath my feet.

Tomorrow, we sharpened our knives and counted who remained. Malik’s hand brushed the back of my thigh as he climbed the last rise, possessive, tender, and something darker that promised more. He’d saved me. I had saved Scarlett. And if his eyes held that darker edge a little longer than they should have, if his fingers flexed as though they still felt bone giving under them, I didn’t mind. Let them call me a monster, as I returned in blood-soaked rags once again. Another foe dealt with. The monsters are the ones who lose their children and sit down to cry.

Connor spoke in a low voice as if he expected someone to hear him. Pete had a nice smile and warm inviting eyes but when it came down to it he was a monster of the worst kind, Glory had a weak smile on her face as she looked to the house then the car that rested alone in the driveway. Like a sleeping beast dead to the world but with a simple touch could be rumbling in seconds. There were plenty of times that they wished for nothing more than to run away but they knew no matter how far they ran they would find them. “What would be the point? They are monsters but they are monsters that own us the moment we try to make a run for it we will be dead there are more of them than they are of us.” G

'Death will come to those who venture here; It's their bones and skin we keep as souvenir; Swim, swim, swim away; For it's the monsters that come your way.' The haunting melody echoed. The voices, sounding almost angelic, emanated from the water, filling me with chilling dread. The words locked in my brain and I knew that these creatures were not friendly at all. And we had nowhere to go.

Angela said. Angela started singing again, and as she did, one of the night walkers roared loudly. The growls from the others grew louder, and they started to approach us slowly. “Just as I thought, they were waiting for all of you to be in the same place so they could kill you three at once. The person who's controlling them has probably given the order to kill, so your signing won't work on them anymore, Angela,” I explained, trying to remain calm as I watched the monsters approach us.

We tightened our grip on our weapons, ready to defend ourselves against this unexpected threat. With our hearts pounding and adrenaline coursing through our veins, we braced ourselves for the impending onslaught. The blind monsters closed in, their eerie cries echoing in the night, and we knew that our survival depended on our ability to fight as a team. Nova, her eyes gleaming with determination, took the lead. With a swift, calculated movement, she lunged at the nearest blind monster, her sword slashing through the air. The blade struck true, and the creature let out a guttural screech as it fell to the ground, lifeless.

" 𝗜 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗽𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗯𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗯𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿. "Don't ever call yourself a monster. You're not a monster. You're Zannicus. My Zannicus. I love you and I always will. Don't forget that." � �𝗲 𝘀𝗻𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝘀𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗽𝘀.