Monster Concepts Novels & Stories

Chapter 4 In the past, the army has a classification of monsters. Low-grade for the petty infected, medium for the monsters without intellectual knowledge, medium-high for those infected that can communicate and have a brain to plot things, high for those mutant and legendary monsters that only appear on the myths or legend, and lastly, the demons, they are highly intellectual being with so much greed. If you think that you’re facing some high-graded monster… run! There’s no one that can take that thing down! But the foolish kid that I’m holding keeps on banging my chest, fuck this is a delicate body! He’s saying ‘take that down! Take that down!’ I almost stumble when he grabbed my hair

That was my cue to finally leave, so I reached the edge and saw Bloom levitating above the ground, her red hair raised and her eyes white as her hands sent power through the dome. “What's going on?” I asked Gabrielle right away. “They're monsters, but not ordinary monsters; they're lethal,” my Beta said with genuine concern. “Whatever Greco did this time, it seems to be working.” Bloom shouted before sending a stronger burst of energy. Then I saw the dome become transparent, and I could finally see hundreds of monsters falling. They all had blood coming from their ears and noses. It was clear that Bloom had fried their brains to the point of quickly destroying them.

“That thing is able to do that huh. I’ve never encountered it directly before, just passed by or seen from far away so I didn’t know. I have, however, seen some monsters that are capable of causing such conditions.” “You mean the pressure thing that I just felt?” “Yes, it’s similar to how people release a high concentration of astra or mana. Monsters in general can do so with their presence alone. Like, they don’t even try to do so, it’s just natural. Some monsters are able to focus that presence onto a certain target.” “Oh, I see. Good to know.” Matthew said. “Kraah!” A soft high pitched roar came from behind them. The raptors had returned to them.

But it was too soon. The doors slid open, and a man I didn't recognize stepped out. He was older, dressed in a charcoal suit that cost more than a year of my father’s salary. He carried a leather briefcase and moved with the silent, practiced grace of a shark. "Mrs. Blackwood," he said, his voice as smooth as polished stone. "My name is Silas Vane. I am the patriarch of the family Killian and Dominic so desperately tried to destroy." The Third Monster.

~Author’s POV~ "This track is called the Serpent's Back. It's a narrow road that goes up a mountain. There's no fence. Just a big drop off the side. People have crashed here. One guy died last year," Simon said, his eyes shining with amusement. Harriet listened, but she didn't look scared. She was looking at her car, a simple silver Mazda. She touched it. It looked old, but she could tell it had been taken care of. The tires were good. The engine sounded smooth and strong.

I hate how it doesn’t sound like a joke. Because that’s the problem with monsters— Sometimes they’re the only ones who see you clearly. And they use it to their advantage. I don't even know why I'm not screaming and crashing tf out right now.

I created a monster to ruin her. Now he’s ruining me. **** Helena spent her nights writing savage Alphas who dominated, punished, and shattered their women. One car crash later, she died, and woke up trapped in the body of Azalea, the pure 18-year-old princess she had written to be broken. Her fictional story became real as King Valdman Wolverton came for her. Scarred by years of torture, this ruthless werewolf king slaughtered Azalea’s entire family in front of her eyes and dragged her away in chains. He doesn’t want a quick death. He wants her to bleed for every sin her father committed; slowly, brutally, and completely. Helena feels every second of it: every painful lash and every cr

Faster, stronger, more intelligent, and ultimately more lethal. Typically, these monsters when they were mature had a tendency to demonstrate leadership traits amongst their own kind. They were able to gather bands of followers, groups of monsters who gained power quickly due to the leadership they received. The emergence of such monsters in the past was the reason for adventurers calling them ' Mutants '. As mercenaries and adventurers always referred to elite monsters as "Boss" either because of the fear they caused them or the strength they demonstrated, they became more crude and direct in their naming practices.

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.