Female Horror Monsters Novels & Stories

With just a trace of him, the females ran away and men were frightened of his savagery. Over a period of time woman stopped coming out of their houses. They were safeguarded by the men in the house. Because of the silent measure taken Otaku the monster became angrier than his usual and more villanous. He broke open the doors of people and attacked a feminine raping her perilously. He was a blood thirsty monster. Before killing any female, he sniffed her top to toe, killed her viciously and drank her blood. Drinking a female's blood transformed like a nectar in his body that gave him a life of immortality and thus he had no death.

"You're a hothead, Nicodra, and a fool." "Untrustworthy," he spits, "unstable... dangerous." "That may be so, but you're the one on your way out," I seethe and plunge the blade into his chest. He yells and coughs until blood spurts from his mouth and trails down his jaw. "It was your mistake-believing you were strong enough." He fights to make words, but the blood clogs his throat. "You're right. We are monsters, but not because we shift into ones, not because the wolf lives inside all of us. What you fear... it's the human."

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.

Then they heard the screams that made them leap, hurrying to the direction of the screams. He thought Vamoire is doing what he had expected, but he was wowed to see the monster. His eyes went searching for Maridelle. When he finally saw her afraid and threatened by the monster, Hodor ended its life in an instant. The monster’s body felt on the ground with a defeaning thud. “What had just happened?” Hodor asked. In sheer delight Vamoire approached him. “Its her blood’s doing. She feed that monsters and that happened.” She pointed the body. “ I cannot imagine what it could do further. I thinkn it is limitless.”

Gory Scenes can be seen everywhere as the monsters who is chasing the fleeing humans from it, had put it in a big bag and pushed it aside as a reservation for its dinner ad breakfast for tomorrow. Hysterical screams and crying voices sounded one after another belonging to an adult who was like a child a while ago, getting themselves wetted by the rain who could give them a miracle to themselves. Sadly they were so stupid to think so too, as this rain, was serve for all of the monsters time to finally move and fill up the stomach that was hungry for too long because of hiding. They did get an information too that there will be no S level or Sotiras heroes who would come on eliminating them, s

I feel sick at that. “So it’s hell then?” I ask, and he shakes his head. “No, it’s worse. Hell, you can get to. Darkness, you can’t. They have shadow monsters. That occasionally enter other realms, they feed on the sleeping victims and inflict the most disturbing nightmares that feel so real the victim wakes covered in blood. They eventually go insane from lack of sleep. That is just one of the horrors of darkness.” I suck in a breath and declare I will never sleep again. Also, every light will be kept on. I am not being used for the shadows. I shudder at the thought.

A voice calls as I get off my bike. Checking my body for damage, I catch a glimpse of something slinking up from the side of one of the empty warehouses. It’s a female with heavy breasts. She’s covered in thick auburn fur, and she’s followed by werewolf pack members of all shapes and sizes. Her scent is a heavy cinnamon musk---alpha.

Their cries were sharp, jagged things — real, not like bedtime terrors. And behind them, something snarled. Wet. Vile. Krrrghhhk. The monsters had come. Not wolves. Not humans. Not anything the gods had designed. These were shadows with bones that cracked in the wrong direction. Skin like peeled bark. Eyes—Gods, the eyes—like coals glowing in dead hearths. They did not hunger for meat. They hungered for transformation. “HELP! PLEASE!” A woman was dragged into the alley behind the old bakery. Her scream ended in a wet crunch. The silence after was somehow louder.

From the depths of the portal, nightmarish creatures began to emerge—twisted forms of beasts that seemed to be born from the darkest nightmares. “Behold!” Drax’s voice boomed, resonating with a sinister glee. “You think you can stand against me? I will unleash a horde that will drown you in despair!” Xienma’s heart sank as she took in the grotesque figures that crawled forth—monsters with jagged teeth, eyes that glimmered like shards of broken glass, and bodies that seemed to distort and shift. The very essence of fear radiated from them, and she felt the weight of dread settle over her like a heavy cloak.