Gluttonous Monsters Novels & Stories

She was neither gentle nor nurturing. She slammed her hand on the table. "Enough! You will listen to me. Whether you choose to believe it or not, there are creatures similar to us that still kill for sustenance and sport. They revel in becoming the very monsters that haunt human nightmares, using their grotesque and often misshapen forms to amplify the terror just before they strike their victims. Once they fully transform, they are nearly impossible to kill, recruiting new members by slaughtering humans. And do you know what happens when they are reanimated? They become insatiably hungry." Their food of choice? Human flesh and bone."

Whimpering emitted from her throat. The monster groaned happily. Udora ducked her face and scooted around to face the wall. Wincing each time she heard the thudding of the table. Knowing it was the poor woman being violated by the monsters long, thick gray cock. Penetrating deep into her as he took his pleasure from the ravishment of her flesh. Feeling her hole with his girth and moaning happily. The metal bolts holding the metal table to the floor made a grinding metal sound with each thrust.

Their eyes met, and finally the silence broke between them. "What is it you want to say?" Mark asked gently, his gaze sincere, making Julie swallow hard as she remembered her current situation—single, with her partner in prison. If Liam truly was the perpetrator, then there was no hope for her future with him. The look that Mark had, which was directed at Julie, immediately made the girl forget that she promised Liam to fix everything. "Elizah keeps screaming hysterically whenever she hears or mentions the word 'monsters.' I take it that 'monsters' is plural, meaning more than one person committed this crime against her," Julie said, her voice calmer than before.

The monsters are the ones who lose their children and sit down to cry. I do not sit. I take back what’s mine. Yes, Veronica, the spoiled girl, is dead. Crimson Rogue has taken her place.

He spoke. They all remained silent, since they know that what Kulv will say next is definitely not good. And, it was as they expected. “Monsters arrived. They looked like beasts, but also looked like orcs.” Kulv spoke. “They move very fast, and their skin is very hard. They devour everything in their wake. Especially the elves and the fairies which tasted very delicious.” He said.

I’m not supportive, I’m deadly. Her house is decrepit. The smell hits me on the way up the driveway. This place isn't suitable for human life. Rotted meat wafts from the trash can, and my nose is all wolf picking up subtle musks and gross maggot-covered food items. Bodies of the white creatures dance atop the wet trash can lid.

I was in a tangled bed, my body throbbing from the relentless attention of three monsters. Even though I’d heard the rumors, that he’d cheated on me, not once too, the hypocrisy of it still made me feel sick. I felt like a slut. I had let three men use me, fill every inch of me, and a part of me, the traitorous, drug-hazed part, had loved the way they took me. I'd silently been blaming him for what he'd done, but I was a cheater now, too, and not with just anyone, but with the men who were dismantling my life, and were hell bent on dangling my father and our predicament in front of me any chance they got.

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"Thank you…" Louis said in a small voice but enough for Henry to hear, only to see him smile and then leave the prison. Taking a deep breath, Louis leaned back in his chair and began to recall the events of that day. It was a quiet night when everything seemed to have fallen asleep when his own eyes saw someone who, not really, looked more like a monster, who was trying to chew on the internal organs of his body. Jacob's body, holding a knife in his hand and slowly slit Jacob's stomach to cut open every part of him. Louis' body chilled, although he had never seen the face of the killer, but he knew that he was not a human but a monster, only monsters can eat them own kind like that.

As Roy tried to shield his eyes, he saw DiStefano’s monsters had returned, as well. This time, their fluid movements were no trick of lighting. They slithered and clawed their way from the walls and ceiling that once sealed them, their teeth and pincers trained upon the spy revealed in their midst. Roy whimpered as each set of jaws released the same horrid, hissing sound before clamping on his flesh. The noise was far worse than anything DiStefano’s puppets had produced—more primal than a Foley artist’s wet dream. It mingled with the crunching of bones and the sloshing of innards. It reminded him of pumpkins.