Faceless Monster Novels & Stories

I looked up and my stomach dropped. Aziel Nightbane. The monster himself. His golden eyes burned down at me with pure hate. Up close he smelled like blood and smoke and something darker that made my wolf stir. “Who are you running from boy?” he growled. His voice was low and rough like gravel under boots. His grip tightened on my arm hard enough to bruise. I gasped for air and forced words out even though my throat felt tight. “Please. I am nothing. Just a slave omega. Let me go and I will disappear. You will never see me again I swear it.”

“288 said the other two in the final are Cheng’s dad and Gamba. He’s the one who looks like he’s made of boulders.” “Have all the other fights taken place?” I asked him. He had pages of stats and scores like he had his own team in a Fantasy Monster League. Or Fantasy Fantasy Monster League. “Yes. The loser was Skull-Face. The one with the giant head. He gets eaten by the winner.” “How they gonna eat him?” said Flossie. “His head won’t fit in anyone’s mouth.” “They probably won’t eat him whole,” said Maurice. “We’ve never seen the Masters consume anyone. It might not be the knife and fork kind of eating.”

Nicky had done far worse than just bite me. I looked up and coldly stared at her. "You people are really made for each other." "What's that supposed to mean?" she snapped. "You know what it means," I said, standing up to jab my finger in her shoulder. "You're a monster who beat up my wife so badly that she was critically wounded." Then, I whipped my shaking finger around to point at Nicky. "And as for you, you're a little monster who flushed my wife's ashes down the toilet!"

Lucas sighed, and he decided to sit in the waiting area, he didn't even know how to get to grandpa James or the bodyguard. Lucas sat in the waiting area, betting on his luck that he would see the bodyguard or the Faceless girl. After a few minutes, Lucas noticed a slight disturbance at the reception. He smirked slightly, seeing it was the greedy shareholders. They could not get any useful information, and they started to cause an uproar.

I needed to feed my monsters or there would be consequences. “Hi, handsome. Would you like some company?” I turned and saw an attractive blonde standing next to me. Perfect. I thought to myself. She wasn’t my usual but she would do. So I started my game again. Within thirty minutes she was walking out the door with me. We walked over to my car and I held the door as she climbed in. I smiled to myself as I climbed into the car and drove her to her death. This wasn’t how I wanted the night to end at least not with this woman but it would hold off my demons for now.

At this moment, a voice different from the other two said coldly, "He didn't turn a blind eye to it. Didn't he say that if anything happened to his beast, we would die with the beast? So, he wants to know what we want to do." "F*ck, what should we do if that's the case? Does he think he'll defeat us?" "Yes, he thought he would defeat us." Under the faint moonlight, the three monsters gradually appeared. "Damn it, I'll bury it with mud now." As soon as he finished speaking, the mud monster suddenly stood up and intended to go back to settle accounts. However, as soon as he took two steps, a cold sword was directly placed in his throat...

As pain climbed high enough to nearly steal my consciousness, he leaned close and said, "I'm sick of this dance. You're worthless now. Go on and die quietly." I sobbed and begged for an answer. I needed to know why. I needed to know what I had done wrong. He seized my chin and forced my face upward. "Fine," he said. "I'll tell you. The one I truly loved was—" I never heard the rest. I died. The memory of that first life left my hands trembling, but it sharpened my mind. I met the messenger's gaze and steadied my voice. "Tell the Don I fell while practicing a few days ago and scrambled my brain. I hate ballet now."

It was like a doll that had its limbs ripped apart and then randomly jabbed into its torso with extra limbs. It had so many limbs that its torso was barely visible and the only thing in sight was a pile of wriggling limbs and a bald head more hideous than the monster’s body. Its face was large and bloated with empty socket holes and a wide-opened, decaying mouth that flapped about with every movement. The most unnerving part of the monster was the maggots that were crawling all over its face, feasting on it alive, which was probably why it had no nose and in place of its nose cavity was a glaring hole. Its entire nose had been eaten off.

It was strange, surreal. Until a lightning struck from nowhere. I covered my eyes when a blazing ball of fire landed near me. It was like a dead star fell on the ground. There was a growling frightening sound before me, so I slowly opened my eyes. I was directly rooted on my stand when I saw a horrible, faceless monster, five times bigger than me. Salty waters from my eyes began to flow as I was covered with fear. My knees were trembling and my hands were shaking. My system doesn't know what to do when I suddenly witness his orbs from red turning blue. He was faceless earlier! What happened?!

She exhaled and nodded, "Okay. Okay, that's really good. The earth won't get hurt though, right?" His eyes gradually softened as he observed her, "No. Leo won't allow it. Any more questions?" "Yes, what did you know Faceless voice as, before I showed up?" "He calls himself, The fourth spirit." She blinked, then pursed her lips and shrugged, "Naah, I think I prefer Faceless voice." He said nothing. "I have another question." He rose a brow. "Why does he fear you?" She watched his eyes take on a very disturbing shade of despairing black, before returning back to normal. A slow, very disturbing smile curled around his lips. Her fingers tingled. A strange cold gripped her.