Gluttonous Monsters Novels & Stories

Then Black charcoal says “Its up to you, Orange Fire to chose the remaining monsters for the five spots that still need filling.” Slowly Orange Fire walks to the front, and stands beside Black Charcoal. “Thank you.” He says, “Okay I would like to take Pinky.” Who is a shiny Pink monster that is quite new? “Pixar.” is a very well trained monster. “Lannister.” is a blood red monster that had recently been killed and come back because they used the wrong weapon. “Fries.” A monster who sort of looks like a French fry steps forward too meet the other monsters “and clips.” Clips is a new monster and is one of the largest monster I have, he also has massive claws. So he will do well in this operati

She shoved the heavy iron door open, stepping out into a room that looked less like a palace and more like a slaughterhouse. The chamber was vast, spanning the size of three cathedral halls. The walls were lined with thousands of massive, transparent cylinders filled with bubbling, bioluminescent orange fluid. Inside every single cylinder hung an obsidian monstrosity—identical to the one that had attacked them in the cathedral, but these were larger, their scythe-claws fully formed, their crystalline teeth glistening behind the glass. "Saints preserve us," Marcus breathed as he hauled Kael up through the hatch, his eyes widening as he looked at the endless rows of monsters. "There are thousa

[Narrator's POV] A long time ago, there was a group of male sinners, also called cursed humans, who had been altered by the Gods to transform into evil giants with fur-covered bodies, bull-like heads, and tails. These monsters, born from the arrogance of man towards the Gods, came to be known as Minotaurs or the Monsters of the Labyrinths. Five of them found themselves trapped inside the confusing structures created by Poseidon, where five pairs were currently walking through. "To kill is to live" was their belief, and they eagerly awaited the arrival of the defenders to satisfy their hunger.

There were the usual ads for x-ray glasses and onion gum and joy buzzers and Charles Atlas, but one at the bottom caught my eye. SEA MONSTER PETS! HATCH THESE CREATURES IF YOU DARE! I’d seen ads for Sea Monkeys before, and Matt had told me they were a species of shrimp. But sea monsters? I read the fine print but the ad gave no details other than a legal-sounding paragraph about the company not being responsible for escaped creatures or any harm they inflicted. I looked at the cost, then jumped off the bed and grabbed my piggy bank from the bureau. I emptied the contents onto the bed and counted. I had enough money.

“Make sure not to leave any trace.” The goblin whooped, tilting his head back, jaw expanding like a python about to devour its prey. Rows of jagged white teeth flashed as he lowered his monstrous mouth, clamping onto Paul’s throat. He had watched Ghulik feed thousands of times, yet it never failed to amaze him how a full-grown mortal carcass could fit into that small belly. Ghulik tore into the flesh with fervor. Blood splattered, staining his gray skin. The sounds of flesh squelching and bones crunching echoed through the cold room.

Their long and thin tongue is stuck out as if they are already craving human flesh. The hole emits miasma nonstop as it stands as the portal to hell. Every moment, other creatures were materialized and given life. Goblins, Golems, Ghouls, Orge, Imps, Lich, Warlocks, you name it! To make everything short, everything related to the corrupted souls of Tartaro. I look at Phelan, and I see no fear on him despite the innumerable foes. Neither anyone in my pack shows fear. Instead, I see their excitement in their hazel orbs.

As soon as I got there, I stretched my hand to the one closest to me and without waiting for another second, I opened it and gulped a mouth-full quantity, I couldn't feel the taste, but that wasn't my priority; I gulped another mouth-full, and my stomach churned, but I wasn't deterred a bit. I continued until my vision blurred, and the last thing I remembered was the last gulp I took.

She exclaimed and added chicken strips to the casserole dispersing the aroma more. "Sopas?!" I drooled out. "What more can I ask for you 'Nay! You're always making me special. I'm just lucky for not getting fat." I laugh touching my flat belly. Well, I can't be. I have works to be done, and excess weight is not good news for those. "Wait," Nay Julie suspiciously stopped me but I still responded with a smile. "What got into you? You smile a little brightest today." Am I?

Meanwhile as they were mesmerized one large reptilian-like monster boldly studding towards them was right behind Sidikat with mouth opened widely showcasing its large secreted pointed canines ready to devour Sidikat before anything else, looking as though Sidikat didn’t lift a finger at lightning speed, the large reptilian-like monster combusted with falling guts and meats all over the place. “Oh, look boys, we have something to eat with our newly found guests and my daughter.” Dispassionately said Sidikat.

Her eyes meet mine one last time, and there is something unspoken there—something heavy with expectation. “You chose to become the monster,” she says quietly. “Now learn what it means to wield it.” And just like that, the path forward is no longer theoretical. It has a destination. And a name. The Butcher. And somewhere deep inside me, something ancient and unfamiliar stirs—like it’s been waiting for this war far longer than I have. We pack in quiet motion. Mae moves through Ilythra’s home like she’s afraid of touching things too hard, like the walls might whisper secrets if she brushes them wrong. I’m stuffing clothes into my bag—things that already feel like remnants of another life—when I