Liminal Monsters Novels & Stories

When it was six o'clock, I pulled a shirt over my hostel shorts and pulled on a hoodie to go, I didn't know if I should wear my Nike or addidas slides. "We want checks not stripes, Fam", Malik said quoting a line from a rap sound. White tee, black hostel shorts, white Nike slides and a grey hoodie. Did someone say Monotone? Chidimma was already there, she fiddle with her fro as I walk towards her. She lifted her head to search for me I suppose and our eyes met, she smiled wrinkling her eyes and I notice a dimple on the left side of her lower lip. "You have a dimple?"

In Delhi Aditya was dreaming of a girl wearing blue saree making him smile but the scene changes to a burning house and two dead bodies then a girl appears beside him wearing white frock. He opened his eyes and gets up from the bed then went to the window and stares at the moon, he reminisces some words ``We want or we don't want, we accept it or we deny it but our fates tie us together.' 'Anger and hatred can make people think that they won't be able to see the truth.'

"Upperclassmen share four-person suites, and our pre-college foundational year students enjoy private studios." Rita filed that away—maybe next year. She scanned the room. The werewolves were easy to spot—tall, broad-shouldered, all with jet-black hair and an air of quiet dominance. They moved in tight clusters, their postures relaxed but alert, like a pack circling its territory. The vampires, though? Less obvious—until she accidentally brushed past a blonde girl in a Chanel dress that probably cost more than her grandmother’s truck. A wave of death hit her.

“What the fuck was that?!” “Incubus,” Lila said matter of factly. “They ooze lust. It’s literally how they eat. You looked like you were about to climb him like a tree.” I slapped my hands over my face and groaned. “I feel violated.” She laughed and hugged me tight. “Welcome to Gravemire. Get used to it.” We split paths a moment later, promising to meet for dinner. I needed water. Or maybe a cold shower. Or possibly a priest.

It kills and devours every wolf, werewolf, and animal it beholds. He is seen as the demon of hell; he is the mysterious harbinger of death. While I held my baby very tight to my chest, I tugged the curtain a little closer to see if I could see anything. Everyone seemed so terrified, but I wasn't that scared; I was rather curious to at least behold its face. This is the first time in my life that I am seeing the sight of the monster's visit. In the past, my dad would have us all locked up in the inner room while he went out with the rest of the rogue soldiers, the Gammas, in search of this unknown monster. It is said that despite their search, they haven't traced its route or even exactly how

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

The walls were lined with motivational posters and mirrors, reflecting the determination in the eyes of the gym-goers as they pushed themselves to their limits. Lucas was supposed to be listening to his receptionist, who was telling him about new registrations, when he spotted a woman, he had never seen in the gym before. Her chestnut hair fixed in a messy bun on top of her head, her amazing body dressed in a crop top and tight leggings that showed off her hourglass figure. He couldn’t tear away his eyes from her shape. When she turned around and walked towards the room where the next class would begin, he saw her breasts bouncing with each step she took. Lucas’ eyes drifted up to her blue e

Serena: "You don't need to go anywhere. It's getting dark, and the wilderness is not a place for a helpless werewolf," I noticed how comforting his voice was. He didn't appear threatening or angry, even though he stood as tall as a six-foot guy. "Mom said I'm not welcome," I admitted, knowing I was practically begging to stay here, but it was my only chance to stay alive. The minute Alpha Crane discovered I had escaped, he would deploy his warriors to capture me and punish me for all the 'sins' I had committed, including fleeing from my punishment.

The Admin confirmed it a second later. “CORE STORM PROTOCOL ENGAGED,” it intoned. “ENVIRONMENTAL FUSION: ACTIVE. BOUNDARIES: REMOVED. SAFETY LIMITERS: OFFLINE.” Above us, the dome that had once shown only the inside of the chamber now projected a fractured kaleidoscope of every place we’d been: Dracula’s balcony, the carnival’s ticket booth, the Game City’s central plaza, the Graveyard’s ink sky. Screams, monster roars, and mechanical whirring bled together into a distant, overlapping murmur—a warped greatest hits of everything that had tried to kill us.

Just air, and something bright that hurt to look at. Beatrice cried. Great, heaving sobs that shook her shoulders. She didn’t notice the sand scraping her cheek. Didn’t notice how her arms, wrapped around Lily, were no longer webbed. Didn’t notice that the pressure in her ears was gone. The sea was gone. She was still crying over her mom’s death when the first monster moved. Shadows shifted near one of the squat, box-like structures behind her. A house, though mermaids had no word for it. The monsters with Legs called them homes. Glass caught the bright light and threw it back at her. A door opened with a sound like a gull’s cry.