Here There Be Monsters Book Novels & Stories

humanoid, bulky body with a long, reptile tail and a large head that resembled a cat-fish. The two scouts of the northern creatures had arrived to the village finding no resistance at all. All the cottages looked empty. They had orders to capture humans and interrogate them to find the easiest passage into the city. "Do you see anything?" The first scout asked. "I think I heard something. I'll go inside," the other responded, looking at Jana's house. The women heard the front door being forced open! There was no way to escape. Jana had to protect her daughter and she did the only thing that came to her mind. "Get inside the closet and whatever happens, don't come out and don't make any nois

I’ll get to be free. But tonight, I’m just a boy sitting in a cold corner holding a burned book with shaky hands and hoping my mother never comes home. Because monsters don’t always live under your bed. Sometimes, they give birth to you. But, like always, God didn’t hear me. He never does. The sharp, blaring sound of the doorbell echoes through the silence, slicing through the fragile peace like a knife. My body freezes for a second, my breath catching in my throat. She’s back.

“Have you approached this zombie horde before?” Jasper asked as he and Ben slowly advanced toward a group of snarling and grotesque creatures who were once normal looking humans. “Or, any zombie horde for that matter?” “Nope,” Ben said as he steadfastly moved forward. “I’m banking on that venom in your veins coming to our aid.” Shocked by this remark and furious with himself for not having the foresight to ask the question before they set out on this fool’s mission, Jasper bellowed, “What?”

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.‘

POV: Rory Hale Another appeared ahead, cutting me off. My chest heaved, panic keen and scorching. “No, no, no…” I grabbed the nearest book and tossed it. It went straight through the monster like it was mist. But the mist hissed, pushing tighter, creating claws. “Help!” My voice cracked. “Somebody” And then the growl came. Deep. Savage. Close. A flurry of silver and black tore past the aisle, crashing into the gloom. Snarls filled the air, volumes flying, shelves cracking under the impact.

I pulled his hand toward my chest, letting him feel the steady, frantic beat of my heart. "We’re writing a new story now, Julian," I said, my voice barely a whisper over the sound of the waves. "In this story, the monster saves the queen, and the queen... she shows the monster that he was always a king in disguise. You're in every chapter from here on out."

His monster came out. Oh No! I need to run! Now! So, I started to run. But before I turned around. I saw his facial expression. I saw it. The beast smiled.

Steve, on the other hand who was deliberately reading a book while he was sitting on the floor wore the same unhappy face. "How about you? Did you get any?" Audrey inquired although she could already guess the answer judging from the other's expression. "Nuh. Negative. This one here only made reference to the same folklore that Allan already told us." The two had already searched every last bit of books in Beasticology making sure no shelf was left unturned, yet it was to no avail. As such, they could not help but feel like their efforts had gone to naught. "I am guessing that the Petrifying Monster was either a newly discovered specie or a ferocious and formidable beast and no one yet has l

Black venom dripped thickly from its jaws, hissing where it splashed into the flooded mud, sending up clouds of acrid steam. Around its massive form, smaller horrors crawled through the rising water—mutated wolves with too many eyes, pale-skinned swamp leeches the size of dogs, twisted deer skulls sprouting spider legs. The air itself seemed heavier, fouled by rot and sulfur. Inside the house, silence reigned. Junie clutched Jade to her chest. The baby slept peacefully, oblivious to the gods and monsters clashing outside. Simone and Willa hovered close, their faces pale and drawn. Jonah stood near the barricaded door, fists clenched tight, his jaw taut.

But I wasn’t about to give up. The ground trembled beneath us. The doorway behind Dominick glowed brighter and brighter until it split the cavern ceiling. A beam of crimson light erupted into the sky, ripping the earth apart. The sound of stone shattering echoed like thunder. Then the creatures came. From the fissures in the ground, from the cracks in the air itself—monsters clawed their way into the world. Hulking beasts with bone armor. Winged abominations dripping black tar. Things that should have never existed outside of nightmares poured into the school grounds.