Frankenstein Novels & Stories

vampire I thought I knew he was a hybrid I just knew it. "you can't stay here it's not safe." he whispered his hand was on my arm, sending tingles everywhere, then he was gone. I was not letting him go that easy, I took off after him, easily catching his scent as I weaved through the trees until I came upon a small wooden cabin, with its wide porch, and cold feel, it reminded me of a hunters cabin, not owned by anyone in particular just built to help the hunters keep out of the weather.

"Something old. I'm sure it has a name. I know so many of them, they all get a little discombobulated in my head." "Can you translate for me?" Her face drew down in a frown. I almost saw a look of worry in her eyes. "I have only bits and pieces. It isn't going to make much sense." She pointed at the top of the page and moved her fingers as she read. "Bond formed under same stars same womb. Two halves complete whole. Uniting power consume bond ultimate monster." She paused."Now here "monster" may not be the right word, but something big and powerful. Maybe hybrid, abomination, supreme being. It's really hard to say exactly."

Maybe I really was making a huge mistake pushing him away. Interrupting my thoughts, Lucy replied, “Oh, it’s definitely true! Blake tortures people too, and so did his dad—well, your dad too, I guess. I’ve heard stories. I won’t repeat them because they’re gruesome.” “Tell me, please,” I said, eager to know, begging Lucy with my eyes. “Okay, I won’t go into detail, but I’ve heard they chop people’s arms and legs off and pull out their eyes. Stuff like that. And werewolves don’t die. They just heal so they can keep going for hours.”

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.

The critics labeled him as a schlock filmmaker only and didn't take him seriously, he always said to people who looked down on the director and the genre. "—I mean have you ever seen any other classic movie monster scarier than a zombie? Dracula, Frankenstein or the Wolfman are pussies compared to a zombie," said Trevor, once they arrived and sat down on the bar stools. "It's Frankenstein's Monster by the way. Frankenstein is the Doctor's last name. The big ugly guy doesn't have a name in the book and only referred to as such," Zeke said and glanced left and right at the bar, looking for the barte

"We've been tryi--" "Victoria," the woman interrupted, her voice cutting through the air like a sharp blade. Visenya was taken aback by the sudden interruption, but it gave her an opportunity to truly see the woman before her. Despite her malnourished appearance, Victoria possessed a striking beauty. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast against her pale, porcelain skin. And those eyes, a deep crimson hue, unmistakably marked her as a vampire. The intensity of her gaze revealed a profound hatred, yet it also allowed Visenya to confirm her vampire lineage.

He panted, halting his actions. Placing his head against hers, he took a deep calming breath. Trying to contain himself. He was in shock. Due to all the drugs, Antonio Rufus Frankenstein's doctor had been pumping into them, and the evil contraption they sometimes strapped around their necks whenever they wanted to use them for some evil machinations, none of them had been able to feel their beast for the longest time, but he had, the very minute he set his gaze on Nadia.

Kinsley sighed and shook her head with a frustrated frown. “No, I haven’t. Everything leads me to multiple kinds of creatures, spikes of a chupacabra, poison of a wraith, resilience of a ghoul. I can’t find one thing that fits all of those descriptions. It’s almost as if this creature is made up of multiple ones. Like some douchebag was playing Frankenstine with monster parts.” She plopped into her office chair with a frustrated growl and banged her head on the desk once, grunting as Weaver patted the back of her head.

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

"But I'll give you credit...You are impressive..." He opened his mouth to speak but she began to speak again. "I mean, it sounds spectacular that you realized you would be going to jail soon for murdering eleven men and you decided to buy your way out of your crime by creating this whole fictional world of werewolves and unhuman creatures. Tell me, are they witches too? Vampires? You know, I love Vampires. You know what I think? You have a severe case of rabies and I'm going to phone animal control right now…”