Liminal Monsters Novels & Stories

They must surely be connected to a monster. Feeling them slash my face, my blood soaked tears hinder my site as I watch the light disappear and everything turns to complete darkness again. The next time I open my eyes, the agonizing pain has stopped and I see another sliver of light coming from my bedroom again. I creep closer and notice something odd. The couple I see in the room are not my parents. Instead, it's a young man and woman.

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

Mosley tries to trap it with Unmelt, but the creature seems to be smart enough to push its frame away from all of Mosley’s attacks. As Mosley and I continue to fend off the Voidmaw, Bethany shouts a warning that more creatures are coming. Shit, the Liminal monsters are sending dark Tophet-creatures at us. Bethany was right. They wanted to be sure of what they are up against. They might even be hiding somewhere, watching us right now. We barely have a moment to process what Bethany said before a group of Tophet-bound creatures suddenly descends upon us, launching themselves with skeletal bodies and bony frames.

The frightened girl gave a weak nod. Laylin took a deep breath, her senses heightened as she listened for signs of movement. Suddenly, a subtle but strong ripple aggravated the lake. She tightened her grip on the girl's arm, readying herself for what came next. “You remember the teleportation magic circle?” “Y-Yes, Your Highness.” “Good, start drawing it.” With a powerful surge, the hideous creature emerged from the depths of the lake. The demonic monster, an enormous turtle-like creature covered in slick, shimmering scales, towered over Laylin. Its piercing red eyes fixated on her as he located the source of the aura.

He looked at Aislen and raised his eyebrows. “Not much to tell,” Aislen stepped back from Rhett. “Leighton Richard came to the door. He said that we were the same, but I’m like a watered-down version of what he is. He said that the monsters aren’t monsters, but rather victims of an infection, and that he’d had them in a cave near the dam, but there was a hole the whatever-they-are have been escaping through. I guess he’s rounding them back up?” “He was adamant that we not kill them,” Talen added. “But not as adamant about them not killing us.”

Haneul suspected this was happening to LJ, who tend to spend too much time with humans for his own good. "She's here. Just try to focus. You can do it." Haneul told LJ, surveying their surroundings again. They were at a tiny bar somewhere in the outskirts of Munich. If their surveillance were correct, their target would be arriving any minute there to celebrate her birthday. This particular creature is a Mirror, one of the very few born on earth wearing Lilith's biological form. Mirrors were more dangerous than the ordinary Lilim, so they had to bide their time and observe. But it had been about an hour, and there was no sign of the Lilim anywhere.

POV DARLENE The "Liminal North" was no longer a dreamscape; it was a theater of the dying. As the fourteen beams of black light pierced the violet-grey dawn, the air began to thicken, not with the ozone of the Foundry, but with the metallic, coppery scent of a slaughterhouse that had been left in the sun. The Grey Pack warriors, only just freed from their silver stasis, were not howling in victory. They were clutching their throats, their iridescent fur turning a dull, sickly ochre as the Original Hunger began to pulse from across the Great Divide.

But before I can reply, Mira walks into the room, her face pale. “What is it?” I ask, sitting up. Her eyes are full of worry. “The barrier around the territory is weakening.” “What? Why?” She looks at me. “Because Morrana is already here.” Night falls fast. We stand at the edge of the line. The moon is fully covered now. No light shines from it. The trees are silent. No wind. No animals. Just silence. Then we see them. Dozens of shadow monsters step out of the darkness. Some look like dogs, others like twisted beasts. All of them are marked with bright red runes.

she squealed and tried to grab the mirror once more but the monster didn’t allow her “now, for your debt” Lina resist when the souls crawled at her body again –this time, they’re more sticky and strong “if you are the prize that I will always get, I will not hesitate to go through the situation earlier again and again” she flinched as she thought that what’s the monster saying feels weird and wrong

The moon hung in the sky like a brilliant, oversized flashlight. Lila leaned her forehead against the window pane. It felt cool and soothing. Peering into the illuminated night, she looked out onto the mountain in hopes of spotting Marcus and his pack approaching the castle. She’d had no word from Ben about the rescue Jasper and the werewolves were planning for her, but this would be the prime time for them to do it. She closed her eyes and tried to visualize Jasper in his wolf form as he raced through the woods with the pack, but the pain in her back wouldn’t allow her mind to focus.