M For Monster Novels & Stories

There were pictures of the monster children, the monsters themselves, and various sketches of the terrain where they appeared through different gates. “Our analysis suggests that the monsters communicate using a combination of sign language and vocalizations. What we don't know, however, is whether they actually understand what they're saying.” Soo Min, ever the ball of energy, raised her hand before I could continue. “Oppa, doesn’t that mean we’ll need a ton more resources? Like, a lot? What if the Council doesn’t approve it?” “Leave the Council to me,” Commander Moon interjected, his deep voice cutting through the room. He was seated at the head of the table, his expression as stern as eve

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.

There were the usual ads for x-ray glasses and onion gum and joy buzzers and Charles Atlas, but one at the bottom caught my eye. SEA MONSTER PETS! HATCH THESE CREATURES IF YOU DARE! I’d seen ads for Sea Monkeys before, and Matt had told me they were a species of shrimp. But sea monsters? I read the fine print but the ad gave no details other than a legal-sounding paragraph about the company not being responsible for escaped creatures or any harm they inflicted. I looked at the cost, then jumped off the bed and grabbed my piggy bank from the bureau. I emptied the contents onto the bed and counted. I had enough money.

Fortunately, my mates were there with me to help me stand firmly. I looked at my mates, feeling terribly sad. “What should I do?” I asked. This was because my blood, which I actually thought was potent enough to heal the monsters, did not work at all. It only works on those who had been monsters for over a month because their blood wasn't that active anymore. But for the new monsters, it was difficult to turn them back to their original form because the blood is very active since it was new.

Busted. I stared at my phone, suddenly wondering if I had gone too far. He looked… annoyed. Just as I hesitated, a new message popped up from Liam. It was a sticker—a cartoon puppy in a yellow hat, eagerly nodding over a water bowl, and above its head were two bold words: "Mm-hmm!" I froze. A bold thought suddenly struck me— was Liam seriously searching for a cute sticker to send me just now? The very next message confirmed my suspicion.

~ ALISTAIR ~ I wait a few minutes before slinging my backpack over my shoulders and shoving my hands in my pockets, making my way down the stairs. That fucker should be gone by now. I descend the stairs, shoulders relaxed while I groan, trying not to think too much. Going back home feels like walking straight into a battleground as a reluctant warrior. But at least, the monsters here have smaller heads and they don't faze me. As soon as I step foot on the threshold of the stairs, I see a commotion unfolding before me.

But I didn’t stop. “You don’t control me.” His eyes flickered. “You don’t own me.” Something cracked. “You don’t get to decide who I am.” My chest rose and fell sharply. “And I’m never coming back to you.” The words hung in the air. Heavy. Final. Marcus stared at me. Really stared this time. Like he was seeing something new. Something he didn’t understand. And that— That scared him. I saw it. Just for a second. Then it was gone.

I vowed. At that moment, I knew the power that resonated within me. I might not have been a monster, but I was very well raised by them.

Gen snorted. Monstra Fidelis – Monster Fight Club Advisor: Commander Karrin Vorax Summary: Unofficially official. First rule: don’t talk about it. Second rule: absolutely talk about it. Night duels. Monster form combat. No magic, just raw, feral brawls. Watchers can place bets. Winners gain power, respect, and invitations to secret GraveGalas. “Okay this one’s screaming my name,” I whispered. “Also, secret parties? Hell yes.”

Nicky had done far worse than just bite me. I looked up and coldly stared at her. "You people are really made for each other." "What's that supposed to mean?" she snapped. "You know what it means," I said, standing up to jab my finger in her shoulder. "You're a monster who beat up my wife so badly that she was critically wounded." Then, I whipped my shaking finger around to point at Nicky. "And as for you, you're a little monster who flushed my wife's ashes down the toilet!"