Insidious Monster Novels & Stories

They had such an excellent bond based on their likes and dislikes. The real Monster had not yet finished, but had just started. She would awaken Luther's true monster. She would destroy him and his family. She would make Noelle's life an absolute hell. This is the second part of Monster. *********

I looked up and my stomach dropped. Aziel Nightbane. The monster himself. His golden eyes burned down at me with pure hate. Up close he smelled like blood and smoke and something darker that made my wolf stir. “Who are you running from boy?” he growled. His voice was low and rough like gravel under boots. His grip tightened on my arm hard enough to bruise. I gasped for air and forced words out even though my throat felt tight. “Please. I am nothing. Just a slave omega. Let me go and I will disappear. You will never see me again I swear it.”

It shattered on the floor, splashing cold tea across her boots, but she didn't feel the wetness. The pain grew. It wasn't just a headache anymore; it was a vision. In her mind’s eye, she saw a place she had only heard about in scary stories. Deep under the mountains, in a tomb made of silver-veined rock, a heavy seal was cracking. A hand, grey and clawed, pushed through the stone. Something is coming. The thought wasn't her own. It was a dark, oily whisper that coated her mind. The First-Born—the father of all monsters was waking up from a five-hundred-year sleep. And he was hungry.

He didn’t want to ruin me anymore. He wanted to claim me. And that’s what terrified me more than death ever could. Because if you know anything about monsters, it’s this: They don’t always knock. Sometimes... they whisper your name from inside the walls.

The blindfold came loose and lay on the floor plunging himself into darkness just as the first tremor hit. His body convulsed, muscles rippling under skin that stretched taut. Bones ground, threatening to shift, but the chains held—for now. A roar built in his throat, escaping as a pained snarl. The monster clawed at his mind, visions of crimson rivers and Elian's screams fueling its frenzy. Outside, beyond the wards, the moon shifted. Its light bled from silver to a deep, ominous red—a blood moon, harbinger of chaos. Howls rose across the kingdom, wolves cowering in dens, packs huddling in fear. The red tide didn't just amplify instincts; it unleashed the buried horrors, turning allies into

And the monster underneath it finally reveals itself, the Collins - series Obsidian, black, massive looking like a predator itself. Even buried under dust and grime, the shape is unmistakable. My throat tightens. “I would recognize this silhouette anywhere, “ I murmur, my voice rough has hell. “Even in hell,” I grunt out as I smash the side, which causes a dent in the side. I step closer, the front hood catches the light, and my breath stops, it's bent, a jagged misalignment, like a scar. Slowly, I reach out and press my palm against the hood.

I nodded and reached for my spoon, but my eyes still glanced at the direction that maid ran off too and I sighed. *Baby, are you ok?* Wymond mind-linked me. *I'm fine* I replied not wanting to push the matter further. I guess I'll pay a visit to the maid's quarter tomorrow, because I'm strongly sure that maid was Ingrid. But the question is, what is she doing in the vampire's kingdom when she's not a vampire? And how did she managed to disguised herself as a vampire? Or does she know witchcrafts? ★★★★★ Third person's point of view.

The world was made of forgotten things. Aleron drifted through its corridors, a silhouette of hunger against the shifting walls. He was a paradox, an incubus woven from the threads of desire, cursed to sup only on fear. For centuries, he had been a ghost in the machine of the subconscious, a beautiful monster who could only feast on the sour wine of terror. He wore his damnation like a shroud, his very essence a hollowed-out cavern where want gnawed at him with relentless teeth.

The air was thick with the scent of dampness and decay. As she struggled to free herself, the sound of footsteps echoed through the room, growing louder with each passing moment. Fear coursed through her veins like ice water. A figure emerged from the shadows, his face obscured by darkness. Sarah's heart raced as he approached her, his presence filling the room with an unspeakable menace. "You're a very special girl, Sarah," he sneered, his voice low and menacing. "And you're going to do great things for us." Sarah's mind recoiled in horror as the man's words hung in the air. She was trapped, helpless, and at the mercy of this monster.

" I turned around to look where Tamara was because her voice fielded the silent night in the forest. The midnight birds and animals stop because of that. Even if the monster who is choking my neck stopped as well. They suddenly look at each other. My eyes got wider when the woman's hands suddenly got longer and the edge of it was so sharp she was living proof that the monster was real. She was choking me to death and there's nothing I can do because she has a strong grip on my neck. I couldn't even move a bit. She reminds me exactly of Tamara. A monster inside but there was still beauty left in her. Wait? Was this woman Tamara's mom? That explains why they have the same temper and maybe the