Graffiti Monster Background Novels & Stories

"But the graphite content is perfect. The metal particles will bind directly to the linen fibers. If the district captain tries to scrub this text off the village walls with water, he’ll only end up smudging the brick. It’s permanent, Elara. Chemical-grade defiance." ​I didn't answer—the quiet of my throat was an absolute anchor in the chaotic, echoing space of the yard. Instead, I carefully lifted the master stencil of the fourth edition from the typewriter carriage. The grease-paper was pristine, each perforated letter sharp and clear, waiting to slice through the dark, oily barrier we had just mixed. ​On the corner of the deck, the modified Vane scanner gave a soft, rhythmic series of sta

The moment my mother stepped out of the courtroom, she was taken straight to a hospital. Panic flashed across her face. "What are you doing?" The doctor didn't answer. He calmly injected anesthesia, then pulled out a chip. "Gabriel agreed to let you go, but on one condition. You'll have a nausea chip implanted. This chip will release random electrical pulses 24 hours a day, triggering vomiting at unpredictable times. If you can endure it for five years, Gabriel will let you off."

A monster? The moment we step onto the grounds, the smell hits. It's the smell of copper and rot and something disgusting. My stomach lurches. Kira swears under her breath. Isaiah's jaw tightens as the backup soldiers fan out, their boots silent on the snow, their weapons drawn. Then the chanting reaches us. It's loud enough to vibrate in my bones. My hand rests on my stomach, my palm flattening over my bump on instinct. 'Please,' I think desperately. 'Please be okay.‘

I breathed. "It seems you want to rest. Let me take you to my room." Anu said getting up from his seat. I tried to get up on my legs but couldn't. Maybe I was so exhausted? Yes I was. Anu looked back when he noticed that I wasn't following him and found me teething trying to get up."easy easy."he said rushing to me and carried me in his arms. Just like that we were in his room. The walls were painted with white color and designed with the pictures of bats. This reminded me of my tattoo and I thought I could check. For some reasons I felt guilty for not marrying my friend Bat instead of this monster.

“And medium teal would look better, or they might blend in too well with the ocean background. Unless you have a beach background instead.” Knox’s eyebrows shot up. He snatched the ochre swatch away as if it had suddenly turned poisonous. "Peach. Aye! That's far bolder, far mair alive. Ye're right—ochre's a wee bit too polite for what I'm tryin' tae pull off." He grabbed a nearby pen and scribbled ‘Peach’ in large, messy letters on the corner of a sketchpad. “And you are absolutely spot on about the teal,” he continued, tapping his temple. "A beach background would be a wee bit too cliché, would it no'? We're no designin' a postcard here. We want somethin' wi' a bit mair grit. Maybe a rocky