Monster Apocalypse Novels & Stories

“I didn’t get the chance to thank you.” Her breath shook. “Thank me? You kissed me without my permission,” she whispered. “You scared me. And now—now you’re here? Why? What do you want from me?” The corner of his mouth tilted, almost amused. “So you know who I am.” “You’re Adriano Greco,” she said, her voice trembling. “The monster people talk about.” He took another step closer. “Monster?” he repeated softly. “That’s what they call me?”

“You’ll kill us both!” “Good,” Maya shot back. Suddenly, the floor lurched. The mountain shook—an explosion thundered through the rock. The company had lost all patience; they were bombing the place to rubble. Chunks of ceiling crashed down. A massive boulder smashed into the tanks, cracking them open. Half-formed creatures spilled out, hissing, confused, their purple eyes burning in the green mist. Maya glanced at the monsters, then at her grandfather. “The Hive isn’t perfect, Arthur,” Maya said, her voice echoing in the emptiness. “A Hive doesn’t know how to die for someone else.”

Cadence noted. Aaron finally sat down, which seemed to make everyone a little less nervous, and Cadence would’ve reached for his hand under the table if she wasn’t already trying to control Elliott with her other hand. “Let’s talk about these new monsters. What do we know?” Aaron pulled up the video they’d watched in Hannah’s office on the screens around them. “They’re all black,” Elliott said. “They have red eyes,” Jamie added. “Some of them dress weird,” Aurora said. “They crawl down walls face first, and they bleed some deep reddish black liquid when you cut them,” was Hannah’s contribution.

I’m not supportive, I’m deadly. Her house is decrepit. The smell hits me on the way up the driveway. This place isn't suitable for human life. Rotted meat wafts from the trash can, and my nose is all wolf picking up subtle musks and gross maggot-covered food items. Bodies of the white creatures dance atop the wet trash can lid.

I looked at the army member who was lying there on the ground—he was definitely poisoned because his neck turned blue. "HOW CAN WE KILL HIM?" Jacob growled in anger while looking at the monster. "You can kill him with fire; otherwise, you can break his head to destroy him!" Sophia shivered as it seemed like she was scanning the monster. The monster is so tall about 200 cm. They have a facial structure like a zombie. They are fully skeletons and smell of rotten flesh—they are dead yet alive. They have long nails and their feet are large. "I can hear more people rushing towards us." Sophia closed her eyes and shivered, feeling the presence.

Lucien asked, his voice smooth, low, and dripping with a quiet, lethal danger. ​I could feel it in the pit of my belly and in the very soles of my feet that this man was bad news. Every single survival instinct I had honed over five grueling years in the apocalypse was screaming at me to run, to turn around and bolt back to the elevator. But there was no turning back now. I had made my bed. If I was going to survive the impending doom in two weeks, I had to confront this monster and bend him to my will.

Makahi said, as he and Montego smiled a looking at the elder. “Oh, this is going to be fun.” Montego said, just as the ground shook and a loud boom that sounded like an explosion was heard. The roof cracked and came down behind them killing most of the Vampmons and some of the men who were fighting them. The roof came down between them and some of their men as well. Elder Chan took that distraction to run away, knowing he couldn't beat both the alpha and beta at the same time. Fighting his way through the Vampmons that were coming their way, the elder disappeared down one of the many hallways in the underground warehouse. “That sounding like an explosion, this place is going to come down

The purple flesh didn't bleed; it exploded into a fine, gray powder that smelled of burnt sugar and old paper, the creature’s massive body collapsing onto the tracks in two separate, lifeless pieces. The remaining monsters stopped their harvest, their multiple rows of teeth twitching as they felt the sudden, violent termination of their pack mate’s frequency. They turned as a unit, their violet eyes locking onto the bleeding American girl who stood between them and their food. From the top of the entrance stairs, Kaden let out a roar of absolute fury as he saw her surrounded. He abandoned his position, his massive black form hurtling down the length of the platform, but he was too far away.

A creature came out, that burst every border between machine and meat. She was almost four meters tall, a monster composed of scrap, titanium and woven muscle strands, the vage had the shape of a wolf, but its head from a modified Drillhead of the Old World passed. The eyes of the creature were red-glowing sensors, who scanned us like laser beams. The monster struck a sound – a mixture of a circle hydraulic press and a deep, rolling cord. “This is an Apex watchman,” Kael whispered, and I saw for the first time since years real,