Jojo Scary Monsters Novels & Stories

“Why, if we do not instill fear in them, how will they learn?” Fallon chanced a look outside. Souniro had returned and her heart lurched at the thought of him, lying broken and bleeding, after enduring a beating from the monster her parents were entertaining, in their very home. How frightened he must have been, taken from his home, to a strange country with customs he did not know. How many nights had he fallen asleep, crying for the mother who had betrayed him in bitter desperation? Fallon averted her eyes from his strong, handsome frame. What spell had he cast over her with his presence? And would she have a chance,to find out?

I hate the look of my muscles all tense and stitched tight on my back. A lifetime of blows and bouncing back collects scars. I've had a lot of scalding showers, and bruises have become stretched and angry on me, causing pitted scars. There are no tears, but the groans come in multitude. As a monster, you learn never to accept pain. Pain only affects you if you let it. Black slacks. Black socks. Charcoal shoes are polished until they look like a crisp new apple skin. The shirt is deep forest green, which brings out the natural multiple hues of green in my eyes. Intentional. Gold flecks are juxtaposed in my iris.

We were all taking a walk, but after we heard the scream, we rushed to the woods. Our steps jolted immediately when we saw a dead human. This time, it was a boy who had been killed. The one who had alerted our attention stayed glued to the ground, shivering at the sight of the dead boy. The dead boy was killed the same way as the first human who was murdered. Fang bites all over him and claw scratches. It was the same method that was used on the dead human girl. My three monsters and I looked at each other, wondering who was behind the killing. Before we could get back to the academy, it had already reached the ears of Miss Hellcat and the monsters.

he spat, blood mixing with saliva as it sprayed from his lips. Carlo stepped into the room slowly, his boots clicking against the concrete. His eyes were locked on Rico like he was prey. “I warned you,” Carlo said, voice deathly calm. “But you still let Marcus out.” Rico laughed, the sound hoarse and broken. “You were always blind, Carlo. Thought loyalty came from fear. But fear fades. People only follow you until someone scarier comes along.” Carlo didn’t flinch. “And Marcus…” Carlo tilted his head slightly. “He’s scarier?”

But, no matter how hard he convinces himself, the fear of losing his only son haunts him constantly. When the visiting hour is up, Larry came home with a bottle of cheap rum. He drunk everything even though he doesn't really know how to drink alcoholic beverages. Even when he was young, he never really learned how to be a cool kid. --------------------- "Hello, Mr. Swanson. Good evening!" One of the high school student greeted Robert when he entered the Sunnyville Milkshake shop. He was about to grab some dinner when he saw the bullies drinking milkshakes together. They are all having fun after classes, all while one of the schoolmates is in the hospital.

One by one, the heads opened their cold, malevolent eyes and grinned with feral malice. My scream shattered into nothingness. I opened my eyes to a stabbing pain in my arm. Yanking up my sleeve, I stared in shock at the words carved into my skin: [[This house has monsters! Every time I'm killed, I'm thrown into a loop and lose all my memories. With each death, I mark my hand.]

“I’m just saying, if I do become immortal, I'll never work a night shift again. Ever. I will haunt the rich exclusively.” I snorted. “You already do that.” She grinned. “Practice makes perfect.” Then it happened. A scream tore through the night. Not a drunk’s yell. Not laughter. Not a lover’s argument spilling into the street. This was pain—pure, ripping, animal. Mae froze. So did I. Another scream followed. Closer. Then another, layered over it, deeper and broken short like someone choking on their own blood. My stomach dropped. “That’s not—” Mae started.

"Drop the fragment. Push it away with the earth-breathing Kael taught you. Do it now!" "I can't!" Leo shrieked, a sound of pure, unadulterated pain that made the basalt pillars around us vibrate. "It’s... it’s part of my skin now! Mommy, I don't want to be a monster... but I'm scared you won't want me anymore if I break the house!"

"On the previous watch, your vocal cords released the names of Rickey Owen and Janet Lawrence; however, my intelligence units found zero matching records in the Dominion ledgers. Provide the missing network markers so my scouts can narrow the parameters." The second my voice hit the space, the old woman's pupils shrank with intense, paranoid vigilance. She dragged Chika deeper into her personal space, her claws digging into his uniform as she shielded his frame with her own body. A wave of raw terror rolled off her skin, her beast misidentifying my chair as a extraction unit designed to tear Chika from her sector. Chika winced, his muscles locking under the sheer force of her grip.

But she gets an unreliable answer from Ario, "...Don’t know." Before they can guess about the danger, some weird monsters jump in through the broken windows. Like the side characters of any other thriller movie, Tina screams out loud as she closes her eyes immediately after noticing those ugly beasts. Ario and Megan quickly measure the danger limit and take fighting positions as they take their claws out. They run towards those monsters before they jump on them.