Invisible Monsters Synopsis Novels & Stories

Cadence noted. Aaron finally sat down, which seemed to make everyone a little less nervous, and Cadence would’ve reached for his hand under the table if she wasn’t already trying to control Elliott with her other hand. “Let’s talk about these new monsters. What do we know?” Aaron pulled up the video they’d watched in Hannah’s office on the screens around them. “They’re all black,” Elliott said. “They have red eyes,” Jamie added. “Some of them dress weird,” Aurora said. “They crawl down walls face first, and they bleed some deep reddish black liquid when you cut them,” was Hannah’s contribution.

He saw his brother huddled in a corner turning pale as he also heard the beast's howl. "A-ate..." it was just a whisper but the fear could be heard in her voice. "Don't be afraid, I will protect you," Honey said and hugged her sister who was shaking with fear. This was the first time that the town of Samona was attacked by demons. Everyone is surrounded by fear and there is no certainty of survival. While outside, the sentinels were confused because of the arrival of the demons they had just seen. It looks immortal but has wings and a body of fire. The demonic energy is reeking from their body that sends shivers to every being standing near them.

". A cage also keeps the monsters out. The High Architect was not a person. It was a lock. By joining your souls to break it you have opened the door to the things that live in the dark code." Suddenly the ocean began to boil. It was not gold or silver this time. It was a black oil. The people began to scream. This time they were being hunted. Small shadow creatures began to crawl out of the water. They had no faces. They only had rows of teeth. "What are those?" Benson yelled. His purple eye glowed bright. He raised his hand. A wave of energy hit the first shadow.. The shadow did not die. It ate the energy. Grew bigger.

Silas said, though his eyes drifted to the small, flickering television in the corner. The news was playing a trailer for a new movie: THE ECLIPSE: A NORTHERN TALE. It was a high-budget horror film, full of jump-scares and monstrous, grey-furred wolves with glowing red eyes. It was a "Reboot" of their lives, turned into a nightmare for a new audience. "They're making us monsters, Silas," Lyra whispered, her blue eyes bright with a sudden, sharp fear. "They're making 'Characters' monsters, Lyra," Silas corrected. "That's not us anymore."

It was a Psychological-Horror landscape—the sanctuary had become a gallery of Elara’s maternal trauma. "Elara, stay back," Kazimir warned, drawing his Glitch-Blade. The flickering edge hissed as it moved through the air, sensing the Corrupted-Code of the ghosts. "The garden is dying, Elara," the ghosts whispered in unison, a hundred different voices creating a Polychromatic Chorus that shook the ground. "The General is gone, but the shards remain. We are the 'Infection' you can never delete." One of the ghosts—the one in the lab coat—walked toward Elara. She didn't have feet; she drifted across the grass, the moss turning to gray ash beneath her. She stopped inches from Elara’s face.

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.

By the time I reached the pack, it was broad daylight. "Isn't she the girl who lures wolves with her indecent scent? Where do you think she was the entire night? And look at her—Oh My! Did she lose her virginity?" The loud gasp of a woman reminded me that I had reached the omega neighborhood. I crossed my arms over my body, trying to shield myself as much as I could. I kept my eyes down, unable to bear the judgmental stares of those who passed by. "Maren's daughter. I told that old man to keep her chained up in the basement. He never listened. Thought he could prevent something like this with that pendant."

I whispered, because somehow whispering seemed important, seemed like the only appropriate response to whatever had just made a pack of Class C anomalies run in terror. "Something worse," Amon said, and his shadows had gone completely still, pressed flat against the cave walls like they were trying to hide. "Something much worse." We stood there in the sudden silence, breathing hard, weapons ready, waiting for whatever nightmare was coming. The seconds stretched into minutes, and nothing appeared. Just that lingering sense of wrongness, of something massive and ancient stirring in the deep places beneath Lenore. "We need to move," Miranda said finally. "Now. While it's distracted."

It not only tracked my location but also stole all my data and messages. It even copied every single text conversation. That was how Alice befriended all the same people I had in my contacts. She read my chats, figured out what they liked, and then pretended she shared those same interests. Those idiots actually thought they found their soulmates, so of course, they dumped me and went running to Alice. As for Isaac, I never had him on my phone in the first place. Mom was always the one talking to him for me. Hence, Alice did not even know he existed and could not mess with him.

The white light that had exploded from my body didn’t bring peace. It brought a terrifying clarity. As the glare faded, the courtyard of the Silver-Moon Fortress looked like a vision from a dying god’s nightmare. The snow was no longer white; it was stained with the black, oily bile of the Elders. The Northern wolves who hadn't been swallowed by the sludge were whimpering, clawing at their own throats as if they could feel the invisible worms I had seen—the parasitic threads that bound their lives to the monsters on the stairs.