Invisible Monsters Synopsis Novels & Stories

Natalie clapped her hands. I caught a flash of anger and hatred in her eyes. Immediately, I heard a great deal of commotion outside the house. The front door burst open, and all the victims and their family members charged toward me. Frowning, I checked the time. I was caught off guard to find that everything was happening earlier than it had in my previous lifetime. Back then, Natalie had brought the people to the house the next day. They'd broken my legs to leave me crippled, and I ended up dying on the operating table.

The currents become violent, twisting in every direction. Creatures emerge from the dark two-headed sea lions, toads swollen and deformed, eels with human teeth. They're possessed. I summon my mirror blaze and shards of reflective blade slice through the water. While Morien scorches the possessed animals with dragon fire that doesn’t quench, even underwater. They surround us, but we fight through it, burning, cutting and clawing forward until we destroy them. Then the sea stills and the waters split apart dry land forming in the middle. At its center there's a dark rock and buried in it is the sword.

Ivy asked, her voice steady. Dante caught her jaw, his gold eyes burning with a dark, unyielding pride. "They harvested our 'resonance,' Ivy. But they forgot one thing. They taught us how to be monsters, but they didn't teach us how to be silent. We’re going to that monastery. And we’re going to show them that a partner doesn't just share the cage—they share the kill." But as they turned to leave the balcony, Ivy noticed something on the floor. In the spot where they had just been joined, the spilled mercury-blood hadn't dried. It had begun to crawl across the marble, forming a perfect, miniature circle around her shadow.

The silence was heavier, as if the church itself was holding its breath. “This is it,” Elias said. He laid a hand on the altar. His voice sounded steady, but I saw the way his fingers flexed, restless. “We wait here tonight.” The moment the sun dipped, the change began. The windows shuddered as though struck by unseen hands. Shadows lengthened unnaturally, bleeding across the floor in jagged streaks. Outside, the first screech pierced the air. The monsters had come. Thalia moved to the doors, checking the seal. “No shimmer, like the inn,” she reported. Her voice was clipped. “If there’s a barrier, it’s different.”

- You will be young, beautiful and eternal, inside me, you will never leave, in search of immortality, which I desire. Then she stepped back and touched a red stone in the center of the huge skeleton's chest that was stretching and forming tentacles that projected above them, moving, as she began to change like a monster between tentacles coming out of her chest and a skeleton. with pieces of the missing girls like a chimera .

Ancient magic pulsed faintly underfoot, woven into the stone circle that marked the ceremonial space. I wore black. A deep midnight gown, sleeveless and floor-length, with a slit high up my thigh and silver embroidery curling like smoke along the hem. My dark hair was pulled back, braided and pinned with thin silver chains, tiny crystal fangs glinting at the ends like secrets. They had said to dress like a bride. But I didn’t feel like one. I felt like bait. Guests had arrived in full force. Elders from both sides. Powerful wolves cloaked in muted leathers and blood red sashes. Vampires in opulent coats and ivory gloves, the scent of cold moonlight trailing them like perfume. And of course;

Connor's eyes reddened as he said, "I'll definitely avenge you! I told you—I'm your brother, and I'll always protect you!" I scoffed before eventually succumbing to a deep sleep. … My condition indeed deteriorated by the day. Mom stayed by my side since that day. She showed no intention of leaving, even though I barely acknowledged her. Still, she would occasionally look saddened whenever I chatted happily with Maria. Meanwhile, Dad, who hadn't shown up again, quietly appeared one night. He held a stack of documents and photos in his hands and looked visibly aged. He said, "I went to Mykorra's war zone and obtained your living records for the past three years. I'm sorry, Wendy. I admit my in

I repeat, tasting the word on my tongue. "We are monsters, aren't we?" Nicodra asks deviously. "Yes, we sleep in beds and bathe in showers, eat with forks and knives—cooked foods—but we're beasts. I had heard that a woman of your pack killed her mate. Bizarre, isn't it?" "Tragic, I think," I answer. "I can't lie, it's been on my mind. Horrible, terrible thing." David says, "We're choosing to move on from the incident."

Cause now we are dealing with the infamous SCHIZOPREN. Alkhun flinched. "What was that?" Alkhun wasn't able to answer immediately thinking what they should do at the next creature. "It was a dark creature." "A western Monster?" Amari asked, and ALkhun nodded. "A rare one, the B- Rank Monster that creates illusions depends on the immortal's memories. " Alkhun could feel the presence eat the back of those jars. Somehow creepy, out of this world presence, somehow familiar to him. "The ones who are usually found in Dark forest?" Amari asked, almost trembling.

Suddenly, Adrian realized that these individuals indeed harbored ulterior motives. Adrian expanded his awareness, and the sight before him left him speechless. The entire hall was now teeming with an array of ghosts and monsters. Among them were towering old men with only one eye, lanterns swaying on a single leg, malformed boys with just one limb each, women clad in white exuding a bone-chilling aura, and skeletal figures draped in human skin...