Gluttonous Monsters Novels & Stories

Then it devolved into pure, unadulterated chaos. The interior was a cathedral of decay. Rusted machinery cast long shadows in the light filtering through broken roof panels. The monsters were… wrong. They looked like boars, but their skin was scaled and glistening, their tusks dripping with a saliva that smoked where it hit the concrete. Their eyes were milky white, blind but somehow tracking us. Bryan was in his element, launching fireballs and laughing maniacally as he kited three of them around a giant, dead loom. “C’MON, UGLIES! RIGHT HERE!”

Gen snorted. Monstra Fidelis – Monster Fight Club Advisor: Commander Karrin Vorax Summary: Unofficially official. First rule: don’t talk about it. Second rule: absolutely talk about it. Night duels. Monster form combat. No magic, just raw, feral brawls. Watchers can place bets. Winners gain power, respect, and invitations to secret GraveGalas. “Okay this one’s screaming my name,” I whispered. “Also, secret parties? Hell yes.”

If it was somebody else they wouldn't have found anything amusing about these dangerous varmints. He didn't find them too amusing for long, for one of the snakes launched itself towards him its fangs exposed ready to take a bite. He was quick enough to dodge its attack and grabbed its tail before throwing it away as if he a was hurling a harmless stick. Thereby scaring some squirrels nearby who scattered about leaving the odd man alone. Feeling quite dejected he picked up his pace and returned home just in time when Cheng Min was starting to prepare their meal. She was busy on the stove, and did not notice his return.

It's New Year's, I'm coming home for dinner, don't forget to make fish! I woke up with a start. Once the fog of sleep cleared, all that was left was resolved. He just wanted fish, right? Then that's what everyone would get. I invited the whole family over and laid out a feast of fish dishes. However, the mood was eerie; no one even reached for their forks. Theodore Douglas, my uncle, cleared his throat, his eyes scanning the room before landing on me. "You know, they say starving is the worst way to go.

“I didn’t get the chance to thank you.” Her breath shook. “Thank me? You kissed me without my permission,” she whispered. “You scared me. And now—now you’re here? Why? What do you want from me?” The corner of his mouth tilted, almost amused. “So you know who I am.” “You’re Adriano Greco,” she said, her voice trembling. “The monster people talk about.” He took another step closer. “Monster?” he repeated softly. “That’s what they call me?”

But maybe something was wrong with her because she finished all the meals and remained unsatisfied. "You haven't thrown up yet."Anu pointed. "Well. It's because am not satisfied yet."she said simply. Using his magic again, Anu presented other meals before Katie. "I don't know what's happening with me. I feel I still want some more food. Am not full yet and remember I will have to eat excess too." "Would you please tell me your worst dish."Anu asked. "I guess that would help you throw up quickly."he added but in a low voice that made Noble's men laugh.

This was a shell inhabited by something ancient and hungry. ​"The Silver Moon is mine by right of the Goddess, Caleb," Liam roared. "You were exiled for treason. Turn back now, or I will finish what I started ten years ago." ​Caleb laughed, a sound that made the birds flee the trees. "The Goddess? The Goddess is a story for pups, Liam. Out in the Wastes, there is only the Devourer. And he is very, very hungry." ​Caleb raised a hand, and the gray wolves behind him began to change. Their bodies twisted and cracked, their limbs elongating into grotesque, spider-like shapes. They weren't shifting into wolves; they were shifting into monsters.

I almost pitied him. Almost. People always ask how monsters are made. As if monsters are crafted in caves by thunder and curses. Nonsense. Monsters are made in cities. By hunger. By humiliation. By watching fools inherit what sharper men built. That city above me was once ruled by wolves. They wore strength like birthright. They hunted openly. They healed quickly. They took human admiration as if it were owed. And we humans? We traded. Served. Negotiated carefully. Smiled upward.

A blood moon hovers in the night sky, an ominous sign that the manananggal is just lurking nearby. Legend says that when a moon like this appears in the sky, the bowels of the earth would open and release these menacing creatures from the deep. The manananggal according to mythology, is a half-bodied naked woman with the wings of a bat, razor-sharp teeth, and a 5-foot tongue that acts like suction to draw the blood out of the victim's body. The wing is so large that it spans at least 8 feet from tip to tip. To search for its prey, it hovers high above the night sky and through its keen sense of smell detects their blood.

It’s coming from the tower. “Time to eat. Cursed Glutton Magic: Sumptuous Banquet!” Suddenly, a big mouth materialized above us and all my dark knights were sucked up towards it. A huge long tongue coiled around them and my warriors were eaten in just a blink of an eye. Then, the mouth burped loudly followed by a horrific laugh filling our body with fear and terror. Afterwards, the mouth slowly disappeared on the air. “That’s Beelzebub, the demon king of Gluttony,” Mammon suddenly spoke in my mind but I was too stunned to even respond to him.