Gluttonous Monsters Novels & Stories

“This marks the sixth death in two months. The Council has yet to identify the group calling themselves the ‘Rogue Cell,’ led by the mysterious ‘Monster Queen.’ Fear is gripping the Alpha Elite as the killer continues to bypass the most advanced security systems in Nocturna…” I scoffed and muted the screen. "The Monster Queen. What a ridiculous name." "She’s efficient, Kaelen," Silas reminded me. "No DNA. No footprints. Just bodies." The elevator opened to the penthouse of Lord Aaron, a man who had spent his life hoarding riches and looking down on the weak. Now, he was slumped over his desk, his eyes wide with a terror that had frozen on his face. The room was covered in blood. Whoever did

The fine powder spread, clinging to the Titan Freak's grayish-green skin, mingling with the resonant Indomie aroma. The Titan Freak shuddered. Its glowing red eyes flickered wildly, then turned blue, then green. GROOOOAAAAARRRR! Its roar shifted, no longer angry, but sounding almost like... being full? ZF-BOSS, still recording, nearly short-circuited. Mmmph... Satiated Monster! Indomie, the Monster Conqueror! This is... this is... The Most Delicious Apocalypse! The Titan Freak suddenly collapsed to the floor with a loud THUD!

“Or I’ll forget we’re even related.” “Then forget,” Zaiden snarled, dragging me closer. “I waited centuries for this. I’m not letting go.” Students were screaming now, phones out, whispers turned to a frenzy and cameras flashed. I stood in the middle, completely frozen as they growled at each other, both of them radiating enough power to collapse the damn ceiling. Mate. Mate. Two men... Two literal monsters claiming me like I was a prize in a twisted auction after Riven’s madness display a few minutes ago.

He felt a light breeze on his neck as he looked up and saw Glutton in front of him. Everything went so fast that he couldn't even follow what was happening. Glutton smelled Raia as if there was fresh and delicious meat in front of him. He wanted to bite into his neck, but he restrained himself. "W-what are you?" Raia couldn't help but ask. "What am I?" Glutton became serious but still observed Raia's movements. "As you can see..." he said, moving slightly away from Raia. "I am a ghoul...!!" he shouted loudly. There was no one around to hear them, so Glutton didn't care about the consequences of his actions. Glutton was known as the careless ghoul.

“What is it? What did we wake?” I turned, slowly — every nerve on fire. My breath caught. There was something in the mist. Tall. Twisted. Moving on legs that weren’t quite legs. It looked like the memory of a god, stretched and hollowed into a creature built for ruin. And there wasn’t just one. Dozens stepped from the trees. They weren’t alive. Not in the way you’d think. These were Eaters. Fragments of the broken world that had bled through the veil — monsters that fed on power, on magic, on hope.

The place was extravagant. Kristen’s mouth fell open slightly as she stepped into the hall. Golden chandeliers hung from a vaulted ceiling. Live jazz music was played from a stage where a full band performed. Waiters weaved through the crowd with silver trays carrying champagne and small bites. The guests looked like royalty, women in glittering dresses, men in tailored tuxedos. The air smelled like expensive perfume and power. Kristen leaned in toward Carlo. “This is insane.” “Welcome to Dante’s world,” he said.

—monstrous hybrids with elongated limbs, patchy fur, and eyes that held the terrifying, liquid gold of a soul that had been harvested and then discarded. They didn't howl. They shrieked—a high-frequency, electronic sound that made Lyra’s ears bleed. "They’re 'Glitched', Silas!" Lyra shouted, stepping between Kaelen and the approaching monsters. "The 'Synthetic Divinity' is clashing with the 'Real World' shift! They aren't wolves... they're 'Deleted Data' that refuses to die!"

“288 said the other two in the final are Cheng’s dad and Gamba. He’s the one who looks like he’s made of boulders.” “Have all the other fights taken place?” I asked him. He had pages of stats and scores like he had his own team in a Fantasy Monster League. Or Fantasy Fantasy Monster League. “Yes. The loser was Skull-Face. The one with the giant head. He gets eaten by the winner.” “How they gonna eat him?” said Flossie. “His head won’t fit in anyone’s mouth.” “They probably won’t eat him whole,” said Maurice. “We’ve never seen the Masters consume anyone. It might not be the knife and fork kind of eating.”

She was just what my monster was craving. I looked over to my left and found the phone. I gently ripped it from the wall so it wouldn’t make a sound and then pulled the knife from my pocket. I cut the cord and quietly walked closer to her. This one would be quick. I just needed to feed the beast. She was a fighter as I pulled the cord around her neck. She struggled against me gasping for air. The pan of bacon fell to the floor and made a loud noise. She was gasping and fighting trying to say something but I wasn’t listening. I watched as her life left her eyes and she went limp in my arms.

His hand lifted, hovered just inches from the handle. If he turned it , if he stepped inside there’d be no undoing it. Not this time. He could finish what they started. Bury himself so deep inside that mouth, inside that want, that for a few hours, he wouldn’t have to think about betrayal and bloodlines and wedding vows. He could forget. But the thing about monsters was they followed you, even after the lights went out. And Rafael already knew, no matter how hard he tried to kill this thing between them, it wouldn’t stay buried.