Insidious Monster Novels & Stories

I took a step forward. I saw her inhale. Her lips parted. The blood rushed through my veins like thunder. My eyes dropped to her mouth—and I nearly did it. Nearly grabbed her and showed her just how far gone I was. How close I was to claiming what didn’t belong to me. But that’s the thing about monsters. They always know how to wait. “There are lines,” I said, retreating. My voice was raw. Gutted. “We don’t cross them.” “Even if you want to?” she whispered.

Using the territory skill again, Ivy focused harder, extending her awareness deeper into the mountain. She could now vaguely "see" everything through the territory connection. Bitten survivors wandered aimlessly through the fog-covered paths, their bodies trembling as they struggled between retaining their humanity and transforming into monsters. Some slammed weakly against walls while muttering incoherent words. Others crouched in corners, gnawing desperately on raw flesh. And then there were the smaller creatures. Tiny monsters resembling malformed children crawled around on all fours, producing creepy clicking sounds from their throats as they skittered through the abandoned houses.

I can't say I'm surprised or shocked by the new information I have just learned, after all if a demon is not after me, it's not really a normal day in my life. My biggest concern at the moment has got to be me, or rather Aurora. My hands tightly grip the sink to keep ahold of myself as I look into the mirror and see her in my reflection. My heart starts to pound against my chest as I look straight into her eyes. I recognize the look in her eyes and it scares me. The hunger, the need to satisfy the monster inside of me is evident, I can feel it and it's taking a toll on me, almost like she's fighting with me.

I wasn’t entirely sure how to respond to Lucas’ words. I just watched in horror as the scene in front of me. The sight of blood everywhere. I couldn’t figure out what was more disturbing. The dead bodies and blood or the sight of Lucas, who had transformed into some monster.

But in front of other people, she let the first monster speak as if the leader. The third member of the monster team was only a little older than the cub that he had been watching all week. “Watch them carefully. They will get you.” The voice inside my mind had warned in it’s deep gravelly voice. I asked it if it knew what was going on. But there was no reply. So I was watching them. It was not the simplest decision whether to stay with the female and young one or to follow the male stranger and the big monster. But that deep scratchy voice inside told me, “we need to see what the big monster is doing.” So I listened and saw them go down into the basement. The passage through the walls does

He opened his eyes, meeting mine — half drunk in lust, for me. Completely unaware. “What’s wrong, beautiful?” he rasped, trailing his hand up my side. I smiled slowly, tilting my head. “Nothing,” I whispered, leaning down to kiss him again. Because monsters don’t warn their prey. They seduce them. They love them. And then they rip them apart.

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.

Then suddenly, the operator shouted, "There's something wrong with this chip!" The entire room went silent. She carefully sliced it open with a blade. "It's a dual-layer implant. The outer layer is a standard emotional regulator, but inside… There's a memory alteration chip." Ophelia's face went pale. Her legs gave out, and she collapsed to the floor. [Altering memories to influence the verdict? That's insane.] [So those scenes of Ophelia caring for Gabriel were all fake?] [Then who's the real monster here?] The judge's expression turned grave as he walked over to me.

Sarah clutched David and backed away. The creature stepped beside me. “He runs deeper. I will go with you.” Together, we stepped onto the spiral path of bones leading into the pit. Behind us, the chamber collapsed. And below us…Something answered. As we descended into the pit, a whisper rose from the dark a chorus of voices, not human, not spirit.,then I saw it. At the bottom of the pit is a door covered in chains and carved into it, in the spiral language: “The First Monster Sleeps.”the chains cracked,and something woke up.

A vacant room, stripped of everything. Liam stood silently by the window, his figure stretched long by the afternoon sun. The entire scene radiated a suffocating loneliness, so overwhelming it felt like drowning. However, what unsettled me most was the look on his face. For the first time, I truly understood what Nathaniel meant when he called Liam cold to the point of being inhuman—a heartless machine. In the video, Liam stood there, his expression indifferent as people passed by him. It was as if the entire world had nothing to do with him as if he existed outside of it.