Daily Monster Novels & Stories

IBIM. The door creaked and Mom's perfume filled the ward, I moved in my bed and she tsked. "Toku, they said you should not move oh, this is a major surgery". "I feel like I need to itch my eyes". I said with a chuckle. "Madam, don't talk like that." "Mommy, I'm just joking", I said amidst chuckles. "Don't freak out. Where is Daa?" "He went to get you food".

For the first time, Raven hesitated. Small. Almost invisible. But I saw it. I leaned closer. "Be careful with assumptions, Raven. Sometimes, when you spend too long looking for monsters, you start seeing them everywhere." I walked away. When I returned to the café, Max was waiting outside. "Everything okay?" I looked at him. "Why do people keep asking me that?" "Because you keep looking like something's wrong." I smiled. "Maybe I just have that face." He didn't laugh. "Raven said something to you."

“Maybe.” Darren folded his arms. “The Blood Moon festival is in three nights.” My ears perked up. The Blood Moon is the most powerful night of the year for werewolves. The demon spoke softly. “That’s when I will take the pack.” My stomach turned. “You think you can control an entire pack?” He smiled calmly.“I won’t control them.” His black eyes gleamed. “I’ll slaughter them.” Silence filled the warehouse. Darren looked irritated. “That’s not the deal.”

“When can you?” “Today.” She grinned and dragged me to the back. Club Royale was one of the top clubs in the city and anyone who was anyone always visited here. Neon lights flashed around as Cathy pulled me deeper into the place. I greeted her sister, Maddy, changed quickly, and before I knew it, the club was filling up. Music pulsed through the floor, lights dim and heavy. Before I started off officially, Maddy was kind enough to run me through the basic rules of the place. I needed to smile more to attract customers. Conversation worked too, and I could always call for backup if things were about to go out of hand.

To help her childhood sweetheart, David Middleton, take my place studying abroad, my wife, Sharon Griffin, destroys my records and deliberately fills in false information, ensuring that I'm permanently denied a visa. She even severely injured my hands before sending me to the Behavioral Reform Center. My mother-in-law, Paula Brown, who has always treated me with affection, takes Sharon's side. "Kyle is so ungrateful. We gave him everything, and he still wanted to get a PhD abroad to find his biological parents. Who's going to take care of me if he's gone?" Sharon snorts. "He's just vain. When he found out I'd turned down Westbridge's offer of admission, he gave me the silent treatment an