Huggy Wuggy Monsters Novels & Stories

She didn't know why these two idiots had asked her to bring them to see this group of monsters. “I can't trust you after what happened before,” Poppy replied casually, paying little attention to Samantha, who continued to grumble beside her. “Ugh, you’re such a pain.” Samantha turned her face away, refusing to get close to Poppy. Unable to stay still, Poppy decided to check the exit Samantha had mentioned earlier. And sure enough, the path that would lead them back up was filled with a horde of ferocious monsters. Poppy could see a white tiger like the one she had fought before, although it wasn't as big as the one she had fought. Then, there was also a pack of wolves with unicorn-like horns

And finally, everyone observed the hundreds of monsters that appeared to be blobs of water but had crimson, ominous eyes. "Grrrh!!!" They all assumed their stances and prepared their weapons. The mages had no choice but to wield the short blades that they always carried. They realized they were in the biggest danger since all of their strength had been locked away. … "Grrh!!!" A horrible shriek was heard, followed by scores more identical screams. The initial cry would make anyone's heart skip a beat, but the chorus and the army of monsters spawning would stop anyone's heart. "What in the world are those?" Looking at the monsters with basic features created of hail, I said. They resembled sn

As we started discussing things, other than food, Zach's color started coming back. After breakfast, we walked outside, and Hugo was waiting for us, with a huge orange flag painted on his back! We all laughed, and I smiled, "Hugo! I love your mark! You're so handsome! How would you like to play today?" Hugo saunters over to a giant hard rubber ball. I asked, "Did you bring that?" He nods his head, grabs the ball, and flips it into the air, toward me. I catch it and toss it at him. He hits it, with his nose, toward me. We are playing volleyball, without a net! Soon, Kayla is joining in, and we are laughing. Damien, Zach, Alpha Erick, and Beta Channing are watching and just shaking their heads

But they had to hurry- it wouldn't take them long to figure out what or rather who was under the hood. The person in the center took one last look at the retreating figures of the werewolves and breathed a sigh of relief. It had been easy to distract the hycwens with a sudden appearance, yet the hycwens were a notorious breed known for their bloodlust, though they were a bit dim-witted. 20 feet above the ground, the hycwens' mouths continued to bicker, "Is it dead? I wanted to play with it a bit.." The person whirled around and stood on their feet in one swift move, discarding the hood.

But Hugo was trapped, the creature now advanced towards him. Wendy was locked in an old stale smelling store room. Her captor was none other than Gaxgs himself. With just one look at Gaxgs the first time in the adjoining room and Wendy had screamed. Gaxgs face had yellow eyes and no nose, the back of his head was covered with very long squid or octopus like tentacles: They were similar to very long dreadlocks that fell down behind his shoulders, almost nearly touching the floor. But the only difference was, those dreadlocks like tentacles can move!

Not to mention the mosquitos were like dive bombers, causing me to keep my hood up and the hoodie on despite the heat and humidity. My father had told me some wild stories about monsters that walked like men but had the claws and head of a wolf. He said they were the protectors of the swamp, of the vast expanse of the bayou. Creatures of magic and nature combined and bound into the soul of a man and a wolf, cursed and blessed in the same breath. He also had stories of old Creole witches who still lived in shacks deep in the vast depths of the swamp.

Thorny vines shot out of the woods and wrapped themselves around one of the monsters, trapping it but it wouldn't hold for long. The other two ran towards me with a speed I hadn't expected from monsters their size. Blasting them with my water magic didn't deter them, instead, it angered them further. They had almost gotten to me when the mist popped out six huge monsters, five of which immediately went into action. The winged monster didn't, instead, it trotted to me and nuzzled my cheek, making me smile. The Egran, which I had decided to name my monsters, fought with Karissa's scorpion-wolves with such speed that stunned the scorpion-wolves themselves at first.

I said, only a little sarcastic. “The only monsters in my house are you and me, and I can’t fit under your bed,” he said in a bland tone. “Har-har.” I mocked him. I didn’t want to think of myself as a monster, even if I was. “The most common in this particular city are Demons, Gargoyles, Vampires, and Witches. Werewolves do roam around here every now and then, but they like more open space for when they shift,” he continued like there had been no banter between us.

The monsters are the ones who lose their children and sit down to cry. I do not sit. I take back what’s mine. Yes, Veronica, the spoiled girl, is dead. Crimson Rogue has taken her place.