Little Monsters Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 12 /MAVERICK/ The music was pounding so hard that I was beginning to come down with a headache. We were at an off-campus house party, the living room packed to the brim with sweaty bodies, red plastic cups, and the strong smell of cheap alcohol. Over by the beer pong table, Saige and the rest of the guys were completely occupied, trying to impress a group of girls from the lacrosse team. I was leaning against the kitchen counter, taking a slow sip from my cup while scrolling through my phone. I had opened my chat with Nathan for the third time in ten minutes, staring at the little grey checkmarks. He hadn't replied to my last text from an hour ago. He was probably studying. How typic

I looked between them — Atlas steady as ever, Hunter still grinning like he'd won something bigger than a skate race — and felt, for the first time in longer than I could remember, like nothing about my life needed explaining to anyone anymore. "Let the world call us monsters," Atlas said quietly, watching the last of the porch lights flicker against the dark. "As long as you remember who you belong to."

No, a puzzle, but somehow a clue, that goes like this. "Don’t you remember those happy voices in your mind as you sleep? Or maybe the screams you hear of terror in a nightmare. What is a nightmare? Isn’t a nightmare a small prison you’re trapped in, with no hopes of waking? Why? Because you never know you’re asleep. You forget everything, your name, your life, and who you are. The only thing to accompany you are the monsters that laugh in your mind, that taunt you, knowing everything. Your life, your happiness, everything that had been stolen away. But the scariest part of the nightmare won’t be the monsters. They aren’t scary themselves. The most fearful thing of all is that they are yours.

I tighten my grip on David and ask, "Your proclamation—what's the big picture? Where do you see this going? I'm curious, Alpha Nicodra. Do you have any specific ideas regarding how exactly you're going to resurrect our culture?" He lifts his glass to me and says, "I'm happy to hear your interest. My ideas are truly rooted in our conformity to a way of life that was simply not built on the beings we are. Frankly, Brigette, we are not human. In all honesty, we're monsters—at least to them, at least in our physiology." "Monsters," I repeat, tasting the word on my tongue.

I just can not get caught. The monsters that live here are terrifying. I hear things, terrible things. I have seen some too. At night, the biggest monster brings his female monster to a room where he makes her scream. She must like it because she always goes willingly. Sometimes the big monster will pull out his claws and get his cubs stomach. They make such a weird sound. I am sure it hurts alot! But the monsters watching, they just smile! He had not done that to his cub in some time, though. She must be keeping him appeased.

“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?”

Thorny vines shot out of the woods and wrapped themselves around one of the monsters, trapping it but it wouldn't hold for long. The other two ran towards me with a speed I hadn't expected from monsters their size. Blasting them with my water magic didn't deter them, instead, it angered them further. They had almost gotten to me when the mist popped out six huge monsters, five of which immediately went into action. The winged monster didn't, instead, it trotted to me and nuzzled my cheek, making me smile. The Egran, which I had decided to name my monsters, fought with Karissa's scorpion-wolves with such speed that stunned the scorpion-wolves themselves at first.

He unlocked the metal door, then he turned to look at Tina and said, "Wait here for a while. I'll be done soon." He entered B5 and glanced around. All the test tubes were broken as he expected. Five strange monsters stood there, behind them was that ant-man that sat on a chair. The monsters turned around to look at Wilbur. They were all kneeling on one foot, obeying the orders of the ant-man. The ant-man made some strange noises as if it were giving out instructions. Soon, the monsters stood, and they all walked toward Wilbur. The leading monster grabbed something in mid-air. A spear instantly appeared in its hand. Meanwhile, the monsters pulled out their weapons. Wilbur could sense the weir

[Narrator's POV] A long time ago, there was a group of male sinners, also called cursed humans, who had been altered by the Gods to transform into evil giants with fur-covered bodies, bull-like heads, and tails. These monsters, born from the arrogance of man towards the Gods, came to be known as Minotaurs or the Monsters of the Labyrinths. Five of them found themselves trapped inside the confusing structures created by Poseidon, where five pairs were currently walking through. "To kill is to live" was their belief, and they eagerly awaited the arrival of the defenders to satisfy their hunger.

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.