Diego Brando Scary Monsters Novels & Stories

And that terrified him. Kristen had looked at him like he was more than a monste, like he was a good man. And deep down, he believed her. But belief is dangerous. It makes you soft. And softness is fatal in his world. Carlo collapses into a chair, overwhelmed. He’s a feared man, a killer. But now he’s haunted by the memory of Kristen’s breathless gasp, the warmth of her skin, and the sound of her crying behind a locked door.

Light flashes across the room for a split second, illuminating Professor Corvin, who is now suspended mid-air, a petrified look flashed across his face as alarm bells began to ring somewhere across the hallway. And he collapses. Drops dead on the floor with a loud thud that leaves almost everyone shaken – and me, I just stood there watching everything like it was one of my nightmares. Like all this wasn’t even real. Students scream again, this time scrambling towards the exit, as they screamed over themselves, amidst all this, I could swear I saw a shock of white hair stand by the corner, but when I snapped my head to look, all I was met with, was emptiness Kael runs forward, hands wrapping

Golden rings surround his eyes now, his chest heaving. Horror scalds my insides, a vicious headache stirring in my temples. "I-I'm done!" I say, and panic flashes across his handsome face. His body shakes, sweat forming on his forehead. Suddenly, he looks half mad. And that scares me to no end. "Y-you're a monster," I spit. He shakes his head, reaching a hand for me. I pull my hand away, and his Adam's apple bobs in his throat. "Please, baby, don't do this to me. I can't...breathe without you..." he croaks.

Thorny vines shot out of the woods and wrapped themselves around one of the monsters, trapping it but it wouldn't hold for long. The other two ran towards me with a speed I hadn't expected from monsters their size. Blasting them with my water magic didn't deter them, instead, it angered them further. They had almost gotten to me when the mist popped out six huge monsters, five of which immediately went into action. The winged monster didn't, instead, it trotted to me and nuzzled my cheek, making me smile. The Egran, which I had decided to name my monsters, fought with Karissa's scorpion-wolves with such speed that stunned the scorpion-wolves themselves at first.

" All eyes were on Brandon as he uttered those words inside the restaurant filled with lots of people which are mostly humans and they were stunned hearing him uttering those words. Zelda uses her leg to match his own, giving him a sign to keep quiet and not say a thing. Some will be suspecting them at the moment because of what he had said and they need to leave here immediately "What's him?" Ohh my Gosh who's him?! Is he really a monster? If truly he's one then we aren't Safe at the moment". Brandon heard the different voices gossiping to him as he glared at Zelda who was looking at him, giving him the look of..."I told you didn't I?"

And for the first time since Marcus reappeared in my life… I didn’t feel alone. Dante stepped closer but didn’t touch me. “Winter, listen to me carefully. He thrives on fear. On isolation. On making you think you’re the problem.” I swallowed. “You’re not,” Luca said quietly. “He’ll try to break you,” Kai added. “He’ll try to break us.” “Can he?” I asked. Dante’s gaze turned cold again—but not at me. “No.” A crash from upstairs made me flinch violently. Luca instantly pulled me behind him.

As the horde of mindless zombies approached, their eerie moans filling the air with dread, Brandon and his group braced themselves for the impending onslaught. The tension was palpable as the first wave of undead creatures descended upon them, driven by an insatiable hunger for human flesh. Brandon's eyes narrowed with determination as he wielded his powers, manipulating the metal around him to reinforce the steel fence that stood between them and the ravenous horde. "Hold the line!" he shouted to his comrades, his voice cutting through the chaos of the approaching fray.

All of the limbs were stokes of circles and blocks and in the painting its teeth were overly dramatized, its ears pulled back, and its limbs far too long and painted pitch black, but beyond all of this the essence of the picture was of a Ghoul. Big black eyes, dripping fluids, long talons dripping in blood and a pile of silently moaning bodies laid beneath it. Bodies it was devouring. It was obviously an old panting and the dullness of color and the yellow of the canvas it was on, spoke to many years of wear, but none the less it gave Brandon a chill. There it was. The monsters that had plagued him endlessly. The monsters that his enemies controlled. Without trying to be too obvious about it

No disgust, on the contrary, the aroma attracts. She stopped at the door and looked at the lock. Lugar opened it as if they had used a key, not a single scratch. Yes, the lock will not stop them, and the doors will not hold them either. They are prudent only because there are many students in the hostel, and there is no need to draw too much attention to anything. Such monsters also know how to keep the secrets of our mysterious world. She opened the door and froze. Brandon lies on the bed, eyes closed, not breathing. I know that he is a vampire, but this picture was a little shocking. The dream naturally emphasized his beauty, but made him slightly frightening.

“Fuck you, Brandon Sterling.” I chuckled, a low, dangerous rumble in my chest as I slowly turned my head back to face her. I wiped a stray drop of blood from the corner of my mouth with my thumb. “Don’t ever do that again,” I warned, my voice dropping to a deadly, quiet silk. “Or you will discover very quickly that you do not like the man I become when I’m pushed. You think I’m a monster now? Don’t test me.”