Hidden Monster Novels & Stories

Ando shouted while running to find a safe place to hide from the monster. "Run, Allena! Save yourself!" Old Remi shouted at me before she runs and finds a safe place to hide. My eyes widened when I saw that the monster that attacking now was the faceless monster female worm that I saw in my dream. I ran into the forest when the monster suddenly attacked me.

“Pssst! Young Hunter.” Looking back as he hears the same whispers that always wake him up whenever he is asleep in the middle of the night and whenever he is alone. The creeping shadows at first glance, that slowly shifting into a hideous monster and different from each time he sees them, are calling for him again for a game. “Do you want to play?” As it asks him, smiling from its slit mouth all the way unto its ears and playing with its long-pointed nails as its body contours in different directions wearing a blue tuxedo.

Until the lights flickered. And something growled. Deep. Low. Predatory. Elias stepped back. “…What was that?” Z-04 raised an arm. “Stabilizer reading: hostile.” Jay whispered: “Oh god… she left something alive down here.” The Monster Kass Left Behind A shadow moved at the end of the hall. Large. Wrong. Its limbs scraped the floor. Lena felt a pulse of fear from it like heat. She staggered. Alexander grabbed her. “Lena—stay behind me.”

I will let my mama know how awesome my sister is! “bata, wala pa ba tayo? Malapit na ba?” (kid, are we there yet? How far?) I frown to the man to let him know that he’s irritating. I’m ready to answer him when Lorey flew hurriedly “HIDE!” my face paled when I saw what’s in her back… is that the ghouls? I cried “RUN! HIDE!” shouting it while running back, they seemed clueless at first but when they saw the monster, they finally run

Redmaw setting snares to snap our bones. It’s Hazel who finally spots it. She crouches low, squinting at a jagged pile of rubble in the corner where moss has grown thick. “Here.” She digs her knife into the seam and scrapes. The moss peels away, revealing a metal edge, faint and rusted but undeniable. My chest tightens. There it is. The hidden door. It actually exists. We work together, clearing stone and dirt until the outline of a heavy iron hatch shows itself. My pulse roars. Hazel presses her ear to the metal.

"Your three o'clock. Don't look." I don't. I keep my eyes dead ahead and ignore every cell in my body that’s screaming at me to turn. "What is it?" I breathe. "You've got that look. The one that means you recognize the thing that's about to eat me." "Hidebehind." He says it like a curse word. "Hoped it was just a story Dad made me memorize." "Cool. Love a bedtime monster. What's it do?" "Old. Lives deep in the wild, never this close to people."

My fingers close around the amulet instinctively, feeling its cold weight. Suddenly, the stone wall parts with a thunderous roar, revealing the monstrosity that lurks ahead. It’s another hidden chamber, but this one is different—from ceiling to floor, it is dominated by a massive glass tank within which swims a mature hydralith. Its gills expand and contract rhythmically as it breathes, its scaly tail swishing through the murky water. The creature’s humanoid arms reach out, grasping at nothing.

I need a little help here. The map glows for a moment, points toward the bed, and then goes blank again. I walk over to the bed. I pull back the covers and look under the pillows, but nothing. I go to my knees and look under the bed. Beneath the bed, I see a dark brown and black amulet shining at me, waiting for me to take it home. There is also a set of eyeballs looking at me.

The crowd that had moments ago bustled with laughter and chatter now stood motionless, eyes wide, faces pale in neon light. An elderly man dropped his umbrella and whispered one word in Japanese: “Bakemono.” Monster. Athens Deep beneath the ruins of the Acropolis, the air still quivered from where the Chimera had torn free. Archaeologists and soldiers at the excavation site scrambled in panic, watching the fissure collapse in on itself. Dr. Voss’s contacts in Greek intelligence exchanged hurried phone calls. The Labyrinth had given up its darkest secret. The beast was no longer contained. A Living Room in London

Beneath the carved warning, four crude tally marks stood out. After a moment's thought, I took the utility knife and carved another stroke into my skin. Searching my pockets, I found a folded scrap of paper… and a few more hidden in the corners of my room. [The monster is tampering with my memory. Trust no one. Not even myself.] [The monster's cycle isn't endless. If you can't escape within a set number of loops, you will die. Permanently.]