Little Monsters Book Novels & Stories

papa scolds him back, making me smile, I had him on my side, we didn't agree on a certain time, but I knew I had some time before I got to go to the park and meet with him. I went to the library room and started to look around, not many of the older ones are here, they've read the books or would only come here when they need something, which means the room is all mine. We didn't have any of the books named "Monsters 101", but we had a few about creatures of hells, I started to search through those first.

She only let me down, once we're inside a room, it was just next to theirs, I walked in and my mouth fell open, it had a white crib with pink bedding, there was a giant table there too, a rocking chair, a bookshelf filled with random books, and the best part were the toys scattered around, this room is a dream come true. "EEEEEPPPP!!! Thank You, Thank you" I run hugging both my mommy and daddy happy. "You're welcome honey," mommy says. "Just keep it down" daddy adds and I nod still smiling wide.

Black venom dripped thickly from its jaws, hissing where it splashed into the flooded mud, sending up clouds of acrid steam. Around its massive form, smaller horrors crawled through the rising water—mutated wolves with too many eyes, pale-skinned swamp leeches the size of dogs, twisted deer skulls sprouting spider legs. The air itself seemed heavier, fouled by rot and sulfur. Inside the house, silence reigned. Junie clutched Jade to her chest. The baby slept peacefully, oblivious to the gods and monsters clashing outside. Simone and Willa hovered close, their faces pale and drawn. Jonah stood near the barricaded door, fists clenched tight, his jaw taut.

"It's a children's book. Common to find in every household. I'm not surprised they have one here." "The beasts in these stories, are they all real?" My heart dropped into my stomach thinking about the monsters in this book. "In some form or other they are. Gwathendor is a much deadlier place than Laernear, little flower." Caliban's free hand played with a stray curl of my hair. "So, if I were to run away in the night?" "One of the beasts in this book might find you before I do." His tone was emotionless, but I knew it was a warning more than a threat..

Jake turned and dashed towards the column closest to him, with the monster taking one huge leap and flew over him before landing in front of him. He resorted to throwing books at the monster by grabbing a big dictionary and hurling it-like that would work! The monster ripped the book into shreds and squealed before charging. Jake had a close call when the monster got him by the shoulders after leaping towards him, tearing his sweater and almost getting his skin. He jabbed the monster with the mystical book, sending it falling over to the other side behind him and Jake also fell. The monster was squealing way louder this time and it looked like the book had actually hurt it.

After a few moments, came the same scrape she’d heard. She held still, listening intently. Although she wasn’t really frightened of mice, she was tied up and so wouldn’t be able to shoo the rodent away if it neared her. The noise definitely couldn’t be Mercer, because he definitely made enough commotion to let the whole ship—and the fishes under the sea—know he was walking. So, where could that noise be coming from? Another scrape sounded, coming from the door this time. Maybe Rebecca was returning. Emmie almost hoped so because then she’d be reassured Gabe’s cousin hadn’t been killed after all.

Their eyes met, and finally the silence broke between them. "What is it you want to say?" Mark asked gently, his gaze sincere, making Julie swallow hard as she remembered her current situation—single, with her partner in prison. If Liam truly was the perpetrator, then there was no hope for her future with him. The look that Mark had, which was directed at Julie, immediately made the girl forget that she promised Liam to fix everything. "Elizah keeps screaming hysterically whenever she hears or mentions the word 'monsters.' I take it that 'monsters' is plural, meaning more than one person committed this crime against her," Julie said, her voice calmer than before.

“I think they are probably made of the dark. They come in when you don’t pay attention. That’s when they arrive.” “Then what happens?” “And then they take you back to their … not burrow. What’s a word that’s like burrow?” “Den?” “No, it’s not a den.” “Lair?” The boy was silent for a moment. He squeezed Ed’s hand and stopped talking. Then, “Yes, that’s the word, lair.” “Okay, so these monsters take the people who don’t pay attention back to their lair. And then what do your monsters do? Do they suck all the blood out like vampires?”

Everyone knows Dahlia Gray as the sweetest girl they could ever meet. She's beautiful, intelligent, soft-spoken, and always knows exactly what to say. She helps people, smiles at strangers, and never seems to get angry. To everyone around her, Dahlia is simply perfect. But perfection can be dangerous. Behind her gentle smile is a mind that doesn't work like everyone else's. Dahlia doesn't feel guilt the way she should. She doesn't fear consequences. And when someone gets in her way, she knows exactly how to make them disappear without leaving a trace. Then she meets Max Holland. Max is observant, stubborn, and strangely immune to Dahlia's charm. Instead of falling for her inno

Chapter 22: Solo Boss Fight The big black monster smashed into the concrete path with a loud crash that shook the whole wall beneath my feet. The concrete broke under its weight sending small gray rocks bouncing over the edge. Up Close, the monster was really scary. It was over nine feet tall with muscles that looked like wet leather in the dim morning light. It smelled like metal and rotting wood. It did not have hands; its long arms ended in thick curved bones that looked sharp enough to cut through a car engine. Its chest moved as it breathed, blowing a bad smell right into my face.