Monster Apocalypse Novels & Stories

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

We're sitting on a bench in the waiting area, mom and a nurse who was tending her wounds are also with us. "We were on our way to the neighboring pack to deliver some goods as Alpha Jarek ordered us, but we were suddenly attacked by some strange looking creatures -I have never seen anything like them before" "What do they look like? Can you describe them?" I asked. Her eyes blinked rapidly as she tried to hold back her tears. "They looked like giant bats, but they're not bats..." Giant bats, but they're not bats? "...they had very long nose but only one nostril, pink eyes that had murderous intentions lurking in them, six legs and blade like arms with no fingers or claws"

Thanks to an explosion that had occurred in a research lab, an unknown substance was leaked to the world. This was the start of the apocalyptic era, where humans could get infected by the substance, thus transforming into zombies. Three years after the zombie apocalypse started, I died in the maws of the zombies. To make things worse, my kindness was the reason behind my eventual death. Surprisingly enough, I was reborn to the timeframe where there were six hours left before the zombie outbreak began.

“Hehehe… hahaha… hahahahahaha!!!” Gleaning Monster Cores appeared around him, as well as the destroyed bodies of what appeared to be crimson-looking monkeys—a striking variant of the Monkey Monsters and BigFoot Monsters The creatures had dark, crimson bodies covered in dirt. Now, their bodies were a chaotic mess, with their insides strewn about and cooked by the blistering heat of the area. “Looks like I made it in time!” The boy chuckled, a smirk playing on his lips as he spotted a crawling figure ahead. It was the Boss Monster—a colossal Crimson Bigfoot—struggling to crawl away on just one remaining limb after losing three to the young man.

This action seemed familiar and gave him a very disgusting déjà vu. Caelum looked up at her, she was already bending in front of him in a way that her boobs were just inches away from his touch. But there, there, Angela had made a terrible mistake. Caelum let go of the coffee mug that fell straight at her heels. She screeched. Those heels looked expensive, probably gifted by one of the many men she slept with. Not to mention the hot coffee being spilled on her bare feet. He looked her dead in the eyes, pure hatred and disgust shone on his face. Angela was more than terrified, her face had gone pale.

I added; she looked at me with confusion on her face. "Does it mean I am different from you?" She asked, and I didn't have a choice but to nod my head slowly. "How about him, the one who attacked you?" She inquired, and I took a deep breath. "Well, he is a hybrid, and hybrids are the most dangerous opponents that we have; his kind is half werewolf and half mage," I responded, and Victoria's eyes got so big, and she opened her mouth, but she closed her it without saying anything. I know there are so many things playing on her head right now.

“We need to leave the city.” “Good,” Alessio said, jaw set. “Because there’s something I need to show you.” Noa’s brow furrowed. “What?” Alessio’s grin was slow, dangerous. “Where monsters are born.” Noa’s blood ran cold. And the elevator groaned again. Footsteps. Not Dominik’s. Someone worse. A shadow darker than even Alessio. And Noa realized, too late They weren’t out of this yet. They’d just walked into the next nightmare.

Chaining his wrist to the iron bedframe—not because we thought it would hold him forever, but because it might slow him down long enough for us to survive. When we finished, he looked less like a monster dragged from the street and more like a warlord temporarily caged. Mae sat heavily in the chair, eyes never leaving him. “So,” she said softly, “what exactly did we bring into your apartment?” I met her gaze. “Someone important,” I said. “And someone dangerous enough that people will come looking.” Mae’s mouth curved into a slow, uneasy smile. “And that’s our opening.” I looked back at the vampire, his chest rising and falling in slow, measured breaths.

A hunger so deep it threatened to swallow me whole. Then, Marcel Monet stepped through the ruins of the door. He looked at the beast, his eyes wide with a mixture of terror and scientific greed. “Incredible,” he whispered, even as his hand shook while reaching for a high-tech sonic disruptor. “The biological potential… it’s limitless.” The Apex turned. He sensed the source of the Monet bloodline—the blood that ran through my father, and through me. He let out a roar that shattered the glass of the high windows, the sound waves hitting me like a physical blow.

The monsters are the ones who lose their children and sit down to cry. I do not sit. I take back what’s mine. Yes, Veronica, the spoiled girl, is dead. Crimson Rogue has taken her place.