Insidious Monster Novels & Stories

I flew on in, passing through corridors with more corpses, as well as Uncivil clad in the uniforms of the Queen’s Guard. Salem’s scent showed me the way to the throne room. There, countless rose petals fell from the ceiling, scattering over the corpses of the queen’s handmaidens. This time, I could not allow myself to avert my eyes. I could not show Salem any fear, any sorrow—anything that he could feed upon. It was physically painful, but I forced my jaw to keep its place and stared at the throne before me . . . and the monster sitting upon it. I stared into those insectoid eyes, and that massive, sickening mouth. Salem stared back, a monstrous parody of his former self, grinning with too m

The horrid sight and odor have my gut retching to the pit. That’s it! I have had enough of this shit! Damon is a demonic incarnate of whoever the devil in hell might be. My tail of courage tucked between my legs in cowardice, creeps slithering down my spine and the large part of my brain screaming at me to get the hell out of here before someone might catch me sneaking in this place. However, as I was about to abandon this petrifying quest, the sound of metal clacking caught my attention. Snapping my neck to the source, my heart sank to my feet with what I saw.

Not like this. “Henry!” Xavier’s voice cracked, raw and desperate, clawing at the very air. He took a step forward, but the man he called out to was no longer there. Before him stood a monster, a creature born from torment and rage. The shadows writhed around Henry like serpents, twisting and alive, and the man—no, the thing—was now fully consumed. Those familiar eyes, once filled with warmth and love, were now a deep, endless black, unseeing, unfathomable.

Thinking that he was playing with his toys, Blake resigned herself to just watching until sleep came. In a few moments, he came out with three handmade dolls and a board of some sort. After he had placed the board on the ground, she continued to watch her brother place the three dolls around the board. After saying an old set of words she didn’t recognize, she watched as the walls in her bedroom melted to birth a foul-shaped monster, a different form than the hag. Moving impossibly fast, latching itself on top of her brother’s head, and began to rip the child into pieces. Her parents attempted to intervene after the initial set of screams alerted them of the attack, but like George and I, th

The scent of men who had already used their toys. My thighs pressed together out of instinct, trembling as I thought of what was coming. Of the men they said came here. The Monsters of the North. The beasts who didn’t just fuck—they destroyed. The ones who were said to knot a girl so hard she couldn’t walk for days, who split cunts and left them dripping with seed like trophies. The goddess should’ve struck me dead before letting me end up here. And then, Suddenly— The music stopped. The pounding, screaming, filthy bass went dead all at once, like the world had been yanked out from under me. My breathing was all I could hear, shallow and ragged under the blindfold.

By the time I get it halfway on, I’m sweating like I’ve run a marathon. I slump back into the wheelchair, chest heaving, frustration burning in my gut. Defeat. Again. No. Not defeat. Not today. I rub a hand over my face, force the tightness in my chest to ease. Maybe if I distract myself, it’ll help. A movie. Anything but this silence. Anything but this room that feels more and more like a cage. I scroll through the library of titles, the colours flashing past too quickly to matter. Horror, maybe? Something sharp enough to jolt me out of this fog. I don’t even bother reading the description—I just hit play.

Olivia, took a shower and then got into her bed to have a wonderful sleep, she thought about everything that had happened, but for some reason, she missed Bernard, So some reason, she felt it was so weird to miss that strange man, so she quickly brushed off the stupid thought from her head and then lay silently on a bed, slowly she drifts into a deep sleep, and then she saw herself in a strange environment, Olivia looked around the dark room, but couldn't see anything," Hello, she tried to speak out, but it seems her voice couldn't be heard, suddenly a dark figure emerged stood in front of her. She shivered at the sight of the figure, the only thing her mind was telling her right now was to

The one you should not believe anything is this impostor, she simply threw water on us because she envies us, she envies our face, our body, our work, but above all our youth''. The boss of MultiElectronic upon hearing the screams quickly left his office and slowly began to approach the place where the problem was being heard, when he arrived he saw all the employees surrounding the place and together with them he saw the scene where the water was all over the floor and the employees were arguing, he got angry for what was happening and approached the place and placing himself in the middle quickly with his authoritative voice he shouted:

But still… his gut twisted. It wasn’t enough. No matter how many cameras he installed, no matter how much steel or tech surrounded them, it wasn’t enough. He still felt it, that creeping sensation under his skin like a blade grazing too close. He felt exposed. Vulnerable. Like Marcus could crawl through the shadows, slip past every safeguard, and slit their throats before the cameras even blinked. The silence in the room didn’t help. It screamed louder than any siren. Behind him, soft footsteps padded across the marble floor.

Mason staggered forward, blood smearing his shirt, his face pale. "You’re making a mistake," he rasped. "He’s not on our side." Evelyn didn’t look at him. She couldn’t—not when the guilt of Emily’s body still lay between them. "I know," she said. "I know exactly what he is." Her eyes locked with Damian’s again. A monster. And now, for the first time in her life, Evelyn was about to fight monsters—by becoming one. Damian stepped closer, his voice dropping low enough that only she could hear.