Grimm Monsters Novels & Stories

“This one is a demonic one…” “A demonic monster?” Claude and Darrion frowned in alarm. Jai looked at them curiously. “What’s a demonic monster?” Claude tried to explain. “There are six types of monsters in this world. The normal ones without elements like cats, dogs, the ordinary cows and sheep are considered as domestic monster. They only cause a small amount of damage compared to the others. The next one is elemental monster that is able to use element to its will, and sometimes, they also produce the elemental energy themselves. The third one is intelligent monster. This one usually understands human language and has a higher comprehension of life, meaning, it’s usually a lot more powerfu

I face my pack to gesture a nod, and as of cue, their eyes glow hazel gleam as ominous smiles were plastered on their lips. I turn my gaze on where the explosion originates, and without a word, my pack and I hasten onto it. There we saw battalions of bandits surrounding the massive hole in the middle of the field. Black smoke disseminates in the whole field. The normal air was replaced by their gruesome miasma. As their groans dominate in the silence of the night. A few moments after, the massive hole becomes darker as depraved creatures arose from it. There were goblins, the creatures with green wrinkled skin, pointed ears, and their pointed teeth where their saliva is already dripping.

~Grrhhrrhrrr~ ~Grrhhrrhrhrr~ The monster was very agitated now. After losing an eye, it opened his mouth. While its throat started glowing orange, the temperature started rising. When he peeked a glance inside his mouth, Creed felt he was looking at the depths of the burning hell. His heart skipped several beats. He immediately stopped running and jumped behind a random pillar between him and the beast. ~GRRAWWWAHAHHH~

Giant is just for the expression as the girl was looking petite as she was crying while trying to figure out what is wrong with the man who was grunting in pain. The way he was clenching his jaw, during the time he was trying to fight the monster inside him. little did he know the monster he is trying to fight again is not just another whom you can defeat in a snap, but he is a monster you should be afraid of. The monster is the wendigo.

he rumbled. Again. Gramps was just that good. How could I match up with two monsters? The last time, I barely survived one. I had a feeling next time there were going to be three monsters instead of two. The Gods must have something against me. I sighed. “I'll do better next time.”

I was happy he did. I immediately went away with my mother. My mom and everyone returned home. We looked all our doors and window. That night my mom and I barely slept. We shared bed. The werewolves howled all night as if they were talking to each other from a distance. There howling was not of an ordinary wolf but a monster wolf. My eyes would open scared whenever I tried to sleep. The morning as my mom and I tried to get some sleep after some silent. I heard a knock on our door.

I was startled awake by a commotion in the middle of the night. Amid the darkness, I heard frantic cries of monsters attacking the village. A horde of colossal monsters, jaws dripping with blood, stormed the village. The ground trembled beneath their feet, homes were destroyed, and the villagers scattered in terror. “Monsters! Run!” I recalled that the werewolves defeated these monsters years ago and kept them under lock and key. They must have escaped due to some lapse in security.

Their polished metal reflected the warm lantern light, glinting in the corners of the diner. Merchants and nobles came too, quiet, eyes flicking to the corners of the room as if testing the air. They didn’t care about vampires or werewolves. Everyone knew they existed. The city papers were full of stories, the criers in the square shouted warnings, and the guards carried silver in hidden pockets. But the people of Kraithan had learned a simple rule: leave them alone, and they’ll leave you alone. Unlike small towns. Rallen, for instance. Small towns didn’t protect you from monsters. Not even ones who claimed to follow the law. I knew because I’d been there.

That night, the doll suddenly activated. Its soft, stuffed arm shot straight into my throat. I jolted awake, clawing at my neck, trying to call for my mother, but no sound came out. By the next day, I had a raging fever and couldn't stop throwing up. I cried, trying to tell my mother what happened, but all that came out were broken, garbled sounds. She tossed me a pack of cold medicine. "If you can't even talk, then be quiet for once. I'm exhausted after work."

The sub-basement of Vane Biotics was a tomb of glass and pressurized air. I stood in the center of the "Sequence 5" nursery, the silver locket clutched in my palm so tightly the metal was beginning to bite into my skin. Outside the acrylic walls, the dark water of the Atlantic churned, a silent witness to the monsters Victor Vane had created. "Intruder Alert. Biometric purge in forty-five seconds," the AI’s voice echoed, cold and rhythmic, through the white corridor.