Dreamworks Monsters Novels & Stories

"It wasn't a bed time story Robert–" "The light did gift humanity something. He gifted them…" he tried to remember staring aloofly at the ceiling. “He gifted them…" it finally clicked. "He gifted them–" "Monsters" Draymond said in a deep, sinister voice, his iris beginning to shrivel once again. "Hold on though" he said, trying to hide the fear in his voice. "From what I remember, he also gave us the power to fight these monsters right?" "Pretty neat memory you got Robert" he said, his voice starting to trickle and tick once again.

All I could hope for her to be happy and never come back to this place . I got up from the park bench . The early morning sun didn't help much with the cold either. I smiled at how terrified Belle was of giving her finals . She had clung on the phone call forever to find comfort .It felt good to know that the things that scared her were as simple as that. I picked up my pace to the haunted place I was forced to call home .

he croaks, his head lowered. "Warned me about what?" "I'm not just a werewolf, dove. I'm worse. Much worse. There are many monsters in my world, you see? But among all of them, I am the monster they all fear." My stomach churns as my fear grows. He's unfolding another layer of himself, and I'm not sure if I'm ready for it. "W-what do you mean?" "I'm a tribrid. Three creatures exist inside of me. But at the same time, they're unified. I am a werewolf, a vampire, and a—"

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.

“If there’s a single scratch on my body, the entire Chicago would know what kind of monsters you all are.” “When the time comes, you will meet our monsters first,” I snarled. “Keep your empty threats to yourself, Dominic.” She narrowed her eyes. “They don’t scare me anymore; in fact, it’s boring and repetitive.” “If there’s anything worth remembering about you, Sophia, that is, you are an attention-seeking whore. We know the video is fake, and you are desperate. Get to the fucking point. NOW!”

Messing With Another Man Kristen jolted awake with a loud gasp, her body drenched in sweat. Her chest heaved as she reached for her neck with trembling hands, heart pounding so hard it felt like it might burst through her ribs. Her throat was fine. No bruises. No Carlo. No Bernice lurking in the shadows. Just a dream. A nightmare. She sat up slowly, brushing damp strands of hair from her forehead. Morning sunlight poured through the blinds, casting golden lines across the bed. The sheets were tangled tightly around her legs, as if she’d spent the whole night wrestling invisible demons.

I can hear the fast rush of water as the blood forms into different parts, creating this monster. I can feel it in my veins, and I can feel something too wet and sticky in my panties. My toes curl as I press my legs together. "You did it." Jaden whispers, his voice breaking the tension. I reopen my eyes, and in front of us is... A monster. It's small, not exactly mighty and strong like Jaden's and it's about to wither, it falls to the side. I think my magic is not strong enough to keep it lasting for long. The monster starts melting. But I fucking did it. "I created a monster!" I shriek in excitement, laughing so hard that I spin around and throw my hands around Jaden's neck without even rea

As the dark pulled out of the driveway and onto the dark tarred road, my fingers curled into fists without my permission. As the night scenery whizzed by the windows, I couldn't help but think back a bit. The dreams had been coming more often lately, too often if I was being specific. Like my mind knew we were close, like the past was clawing its way forward, desperate not to be forgotten. My mother’s screams hit me out of nowhere.

That night, the doll suddenly activated. Its soft, stuffed arm shot straight into my throat. I jolted awake, clawing at my neck, trying to call for my mother, but no sound came out. By the next day, I had a raging fever and couldn't stop throwing up. I cried, trying to tell my mother what happened, but all that came out were broken, garbled sounds. She tossed me a pack of cold medicine. "If you can't even talk, then be quiet for once. I'm exhausted after work."

Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday although the house was five years old already. Juana's coffee was transparent, lot of water,lot of sugar, no milk. So she could see her face while sipping at it. Her big blue eyes were a bit undefined, her expression showed fear with a mixture of helplessness and unusual calm. Then the dream came again. Avocado. Garden. Branch. Third branch. Corpse dripping with blood. Loose. Screaming. Empty House. Dream. "Oh my goodness" she sighed, dropping her half empty mug. She tried to make meaning out of it, but it was a little creepy..