Insidious Monster Novels & Stories

The only way they could do this was by joining hands. “The monster is sneaky. It disguises very well as it can change its colour and texture. Usually, it finds its victims near its hideout, and you can only kill it inside its hideout,” June read on. “So, all we have to do is follow him to his hideout and cast a spell,” Madison said, laughing lightly. “I guess you won’t have to if it saw you. It will abduct you anyways and take you to its hideout,” Meredith joked.

“I didn’t get the chance to thank you.” Her breath shook. “Thank me? You kissed me without my permission,” she whispered. “You scared me. And now—now you’re here? Why? What do you want from me?” The corner of his mouth tilted, almost amused. “So you know who I am.” “You’re Adriano Greco,” she said, her voice trembling. “The monster people talk about.” He took another step closer. “Monster?” he repeated softly. “That’s what they call me?”

“She’s staying here.” “I would like to see—” Rei released my hand and lifted his bourbon. “Check it out and come back,” he said to Em. “She’s safe sitting here with me.” “Jasmine?” Em asked. I shook my head. “I’m happy here.” After Em walked away, Rei turned toward me. “Are you?” “That was my question. Am I safe with you?” For the first time since we’d left the penthouse, a smile curled his lips. “You’re safe from other monsters.” My quickened pulse returned. “Other monsters? Are you a monster? Is Em?”

Two literal monsters claiming me like I was a prize in a twisted auction after Riven’s madness display a few minutes ago. I just stared, throat tight, magic prickling, heart pounding, brain screaming... What the fuck kind of twisted academy is this?!

As soon as Sam drove out of the mansion, I felt his gaze on me, and then his voice came. "It seems you didn't have a good night's sleep, Boss." He observed calmly, but I couldn't get myself to say a word to him. My mind was clouded with the thought of Elsa and the words she had said to me. After about a minute of remaining silence, I voiced out the thought that had kept me busy. "Am I really a monster?" I asked Sam, my voice laced with sadness as I peered into the rearview mirror, anticipating his response.

I created a monster to ruin her. Now he’s ruining me. **** Helena spent her nights writing savage Alphas who dominated, punished, and shattered their women. One car crash later, she died, and woke up trapped in the body of Azalea, the pure 18-year-old princess she had written to be broken. Her fictional story became real as King Valdman Wolverton came for her. Scarred by years of torture, this ruthless werewolf king slaughtered Azalea’s entire family in front of her eyes and dragged her away in chains. He doesn’t want a quick death. He wants her to bleed for every sin her father committed; slowly, brutally, and completely. Helena feels every second of it: every painful lash and every cr

she smiled. "You will soon learn how to use all of your powers don't worry but you have to keep in mind that there are consequences if you misuse them."she warned. Trapping his blood into a glass, I drank it and images appeared in my mind. Mother-in-law was watching over me and Anu as we consummate our marriage. After that she entered in the room and packed our white bedsheets with a blood spot for my innocence and went into the dark Forest. Spreading the sheets on the ground with green grasses, she knelt down, closed her eyes and said strange words and like that the moon came from the sky and landed on the blood spot on the bedsheets. It immediately turned into a small white pearl which she

The sub-basement of Vane Biotics was a tomb of glass and pressurized air. I stood in the center of the "Sequence 5" nursery, the silver locket clutched in my palm so tightly the metal was beginning to bite into my skin. Outside the acrylic walls, the dark water of the Atlantic churned, a silent witness to the monsters Victor Vane had created. "Intruder Alert. Biometric purge in forty-five seconds," the AI’s voice echoed, cold and rhythmic, through the white corridor.

Talons sharpened to project scorching menace slid free from their sheaths with a whisper of metallic finality. "The time has come for humans to understand the true consequences of defying their genetic betters. The Silvermoons and whichever deluded forces they've rallied to their doomed cause shall learn firsthand what happens when deluded prey beasts forget their place in the cosmos..." In the sudden absence of sound, even the steady tattoo of precipitation seemed to fade to utter silence as the monster slowly rose to bear witness. Fury inhaled with relish the portents spooling through every plane of existence. Tonight, I'll infiltrate the human world to get my hand on the information.

Then, the sickening horror that crashed over her. The visceral realization of what she had done, the lives she had snuffed out with a mere thought. Her hands, even in this unconscious state, felt stained, irrevocably tainted by the darkness she had wielded. "Monster," a whisper hissed in the farthest reaches of her mind. It was a cruel, haunting sound. Was it her own deepest fear, finally given a voice? Or was it the lingering essence of the shadows she’d commanded, the echoes of their ancient, bloodthirsty demands? She didn’t know.