El Monstruo Milton Novels & Stories

But there was a monster before her, ready to squeeze the last breath out of her lungs. The Phantom turned towards her, Ashley, breathing heavily through its muzzle while it strained its eyes at her, showing off its fangs with a slight growl. Mila still crawled backward with her hands and her feet, until her hands felt the hardness of a broken branch. Her eyes were quickly driven in that direction, her hands suddenly grabbing a hold of them. She stared at the wood in her hand, too heavy to lift without adding more strength. She looked at it with the thoughts of what the wood would do, the damage it would cause when she smashes the wood against the monster's head.

So I always prepared my speeches at the last minute inside my head. Everyone cheered as the producers slided my meddle in my neck. As always, I grabbed my gold meddle and held it between my teeth. I took back the trophy and hugged it tightly. The flashes of all the cameras nearly blinded me for a split second. I blinked a few times to adjust my sight with the camera flashes. But when I looked at people, I found so many monsters standing in front of me. The monsters were huge. They had horns one their heads. They were hairy like the Chupacabra we read about in novels. And their claws and fangs had blood on them.

Shortly afterwards, they lastly found what they’d been looking for. Evania and Sumico saw a young lady, about the same age with them. The young lady was seen squatting down on the floor, with all her fear, anxiety, panic and frustration. Meanwhile, in front of the young lady, they saw a big, tall, blue monster, with his two long pointed horns, his two sharp canine teeth, and his dark red eyes. The big, tall, blue monster was seen fighting against four scorpion demons which were showing their true forms in four gigantic scorpions.

The full moon illuminated the scene, casting an eerie, silver glow upon the tragedy unfolding before our eyes. Amidst the chaos, the colossal monster turned its attention towards me, its eyes burning with an ancient malevolence. The anguished cries of our allies continued to echo in the background as it spoke, its voice a chilling growl that reverberated through the night. "You cannot defeat me, Melvin," it snarled, its voice carrying a haunting resonance. "No matter how many allies your wolf may bring, I am the perfect definition of an immortal werewolf. I cannot be killed. Your feeble attempts to stop me will be in vain."

I turned on the light, already knowing what the sound was. The beam fell on the small plastic tank and I almost dropped the light when I saw the thing staring back at me. Tentacles wavered around its reptilian-looking body, then it darted away from the light. I shone the torch around but it would always try to avoid the beam. I realized with a creeping dread that it was the only one left, and it had grown. A lot. It was the size of a small frog and bore no resemblance to the smiling creatures on the box I’d received. It was a monster.

We're sitting on a bench in the waiting area, mom and a nurse who was tending her wounds are also with us. "We were on our way to the neighboring pack to deliver some goods as Alpha Jarek ordered us, but we were suddenly attacked by some strange looking creatures -I have never seen anything like them before" "What do they look like? Can you describe them?" I asked. Her eyes blinked rapidly as she tried to hold back her tears. "They looked like giant bats, but they're not bats..." Giant bats, but they're not bats? "...they had very long nose but only one nostril, pink eyes that had murderous intentions lurking in them, six legs and blade like arms with no fingers or claws"

Its living body would have been even larger. A two-hundred-meter monster? Ray sucked in a sharp breath. Had this thing originally been some kind of marine creature? Otherwise, how could a land animal possibly have reached twenty meters in height before mutating? Venus had mentioned the fifty-meter gorilla-like monster that previously appeared at the Aegis Military Base. With that image already planted in his mind, Ray found the remains in the photo vaguely ape-like as well. Holy hell. So the previous one had only been… a baby? They killed the child, and now the mother came seeking revenge?

Her eyes meet mine one last time, and there is something unspoken there—something heavy with expectation. “You chose to become the monster,” she says quietly. “Now learn what it means to wield it.” And just like that, the path forward is no longer theoretical. It has a destination. And a name. The Butcher. And somewhere deep inside me, something ancient and unfamiliar stirs—like it’s been waiting for this war far longer than I have. We pack in quiet motion. Mae moves through Ilythra’s home like she’s afraid of touching things too hard, like the walls might whisper secrets if she brushes them wrong. I’m stuffing clothes into my bag—things that already feel like remnants of another life—when I

Julian Moretti was supposed to be a corpse, a memory I had choked out of my own mind in the Obsidian Forge, but here he stood—the original monster, smiling at the wreckage he had made of his son. Julian stepped out of the shadow of the rotating throne, his posture identical to the giant who had branded a seven-year-old boy in the cellar. He didn't look like a man who had been hiding; he looked like a king who had simply stepped away from his seat to watch his dogs fight. Dante’s human hand went completely rigid against my waist, his breathing turning into a wet, jagged rattle as the permanent neural bridge between our minds threatened to shatter under the weight of his childhood terror.

Aunt Drucella says, pushing the book in front of me. I stare at the picture in front of me. A creature, built like a man, with the head of a wolf covered in scales with tiny furry hairs sprouting from its hedges. A primate with claws instead of fingers. I still can't understand. “What am I staring at?” “A Monogroth, A creature of darkness magic, created by Behemoth. It was last seen during the great war.” Greg says. “And was killed by your ancestor,” Aunt Drucella added.