Liminal Monsters Novels & Stories

The ray of the sun shines through my window. I haven't slept since I changed to my human form. I just can't wrap my head around everything that happened. I breathe heavily lying on my bed. My life can never be the same after that. The whispers were true. I'm different. A monster. The door opens slightly after a light knock on it. "Can I come in?" my mother says even though I can already see her face pepping into my room. I stare at the ceiling feeling nothing. I don't know what to think about myself. It's a lot for me to process. My mother walks into my room without waiting for a response. She wasn't going to get one anyway.

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.”

One by one, the eighteen monsters were snatched, dragged through the window, which snapped shut with a sound like a thunderclap. The warehouse was suddenly, deafeningly quiet, except for our ragged breathing. Bryan stared at the spot where the portal had been. “Holy…” “Hey,” Mello said, pointing. “You forgot one.” In the far corner, one last boar-creature cowered, having been hidden behind a generator. It was smaller than the others, trembling. Shadowalker’s voice filled the space, deeper and resonant. “I know. Classy. That one is all yours.”

Because the creature in the forest steps into the moonlight. It is tall. Twisted. Its skin stretched thin over bones that don’t look human. Its eyes are hollow voids glowing faintly blue, like dying embers. It tilts its head. “Elora…” My knees buckle, but Elias yanks me upright. Lucien’s voice becomes a snarl. “Get her away from here!” Elias pulls harder. “Run, Elora!” My mind fractures between two terrors, the monster and the truth I’m not ready for.

he says. We hurry to the chopper and once we're inside, Nicholas straps me in, then secures his own belt as it takes off. We slip on the headphones and look down at Lourdes and Father Emiliano, who grow smaller and smaller the farther we get. I see how far up on the cliffs we are, and the road that was impassable last night is now crawling with a procession of SUVs. Several of them have flashing lights. "Fucking Sly," Nicholas mutters.

On monitors. _No cages. No monsters. Just us._ *Crack.*

Pinned at the very top is a glaring red warning from the Dorm Manager: [URGENT: BLOOD MOON EVENT. [Power grids disabled due to severe magnetic interference.] [WARNING: During the Blood Moon, all Dark Creatures and students in the Evil Factions are STRICTLY FORBIDDEN from leaving their rooms.]

I only felt the burning, obsessive need to see Bane Blackwood stripped of his pride. "Get the car," I commanded. The Grey Marsh was a place where the modern world died. The air was thick with the smell of sulfur and decaying vegetation. We walked through the knee-deep fog until we reached a shack that looked like it was being swallowed by the earth. Inside, the Liminal Broker was a thing of nightmares—shriveled, ageless, and smelling of copper. She didn't look up as we entered. She was busy grinding something in a bowl made from a wolf’s skull.

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.

" Thank you for watching. For daily affairs tune in on....." Lucas switches off the television, he exchange glances with Emily. " Earthly dimension. Do you think it is the monster doing all this?", Emily asks. " I think so, the dead people are those who did not survive in the nightmare dimension", Lucas replies. " She is unstoppable Lucas, how do we do it?", Emily says as she trembles.