Little Monsters Novels & Stories

But now they were petrifying. I, even as a grown up woman shook to my bones . All of a sudden I bacame the small kid standing all alone in the cold cellar, frozen on the spot, everything so dark that I could barely see, sitting there on the cold floor sobbing because I knew there was no point in screaming my lungs out.

Around it, monsters of varying sizes moved in chaotic patterns, their guttural growls reverberating through the chamber. The team froze, their eyes fixed on the scene before us. The monsters were unlike any we’d faced before, their forms disfigured and otherworldly. Some had elongated limbs that ended in sharp claws, while others had multiple heads with glowing eyes that seemed to pierce through the darkness. "We need a plan," Minseok said, his voice cutting through the tension. I nodded, turning to the team. "Na Ri, Hye Jin, you’ll focus on the smaller monsters. Keep them contained. Soo Min, you’re on support—use your traps to slow them down. Nikolai, you're with me. We’ll handle the big on

Blue immediately nods his head. “Okay so here is the plan. I am sending ten monsters to attack the Ma Vista’s tomorrow and I need you too...” The next morning is Mayhem all the monsters gather in the backyard as they prepare to hear all the monsters that will be going to the Ma Vista’s today. There is an excited buzz that floats around the yard as they all stand there waiting for me to finally address them. Finally I stand, all the monsters stop whispering to one another and the backyard falls silent.

His hand lifted, hovered just inches from the handle. If he turned it , if he stepped inside there’d be no undoing it. Not this time. He could finish what they started. Bury himself so deep inside that mouth, inside that want, that for a few hours, he wouldn’t have to think about betrayal and bloodlines and wedding vows. He could forget. But the thing about monsters was they followed you, even after the lights went out. And Rafael already knew, no matter how hard he tried to kill this thing between them, it wouldn’t stay buried.

Same design. I pulled it out carefully, staring down at it like it might vanish if I blinked too hard. My fingers trembled as I unclasped my own bracelet and held the two in both hands. My eyes darting between both of them like I wasn’t seeing correctly or like I might miss something. No. This wasn’t possible. The boy from my childhood, the one who gave me mine, had softer hands. A softer voice. He called me Little Moon and vanished like a dream when I woke.

"Fresh polish from yesterday. I thought I'd be going out shopping with my friends today… never imagined I'd end up stuck in some nightmare with monsters and time loops." "This isn't the time to dwell on that," I said. "Do you know how we can get out of the house, or better yet, kill the monsters? Do you have any leads?" A flicker of defeat crossed her face. "I'm not sure. It's crawling with monsters outside. I don't dare leave, and I haven't managed to gather much information." Her words stirred something uneasy in me—a faint, unplaceable doubt. Before I could grasp it, a sudden pounding rattled the door.

Really pretty. "Danika," I reply, shaking her hand. Her skin is very cool. The thought creeps in before I can stop it. What if she's not human either? The classroom suddenly feels too small, too loud, and too bright. My pulse quickens. Ever since Kaziel came into my life, the lines between reality and impossible have blurred so much that I can't tell what's real anymore. It's like the supernatural cracked something open in my brain, and now, even when I'm surrounded by humans, I can't stop seeing monsters.

anymore. I hated that doll Ophelia gave me. I cut it to pieces. But she didn't get mad. She just smiled and pulled out a remote. With a light press of a button, I started vomiting violently, my whole body shaking. Ophelia looked pleased with herself. "See what I can do now? I can make you throw up whenever I want. You killed our dad, and then you pretended to be some genius to steal Mom's love. This is exactly what you deserve."

Their father stood dramatically from his chair. "Oh dear." Both girls looked at him instantly. He stared out of the window. "Oh no." Daisy sat upright. "What?" "Oh no no no no..." Jessica felt excitement bubbling immediately. "What?!" He turned slowly. "I think..." He lowered his voice. "...I think the storm monsters are back." Jessica's eyes widened. Daisy looked horrified. "The what?!" "The storm monsters," he whispered. "Hair made of clouds. Eyes made of lightning." Jessica stared. "No way."

Ours is the highest. Well, it's not ours. Mom and I live here as staff, but we're more like servants if you ask me. The windows in our tiny apartment aren't so grand, and our view is of the air conditioning units of the building next door. Then there's the smell of the exhaust from the kitchen just beyond that wall that seems to seep into our kitchen. Mom doesn't mind, but I do. I don't know how she stands it, actually, to serve them dinner every night, to make their breakfast every morning. To wait on Mira and her friends for their liquid lunches and be treated with contempt by all of them. Sly, Mira, even ten-year-old Cielo. "Nicholas, I didn't hear you come in."