Monster Falls Novels & Stories

I’d completely forgotten I’d ordered them. “Sea Monkeys?” Matt said with some scorn. “Seriously?” “Sea Monsters,” I replied, pointing to the box. “I was bored and saw the ad in the back of one of the comics.” Matt took the box and turned it over, scanning the details on the back. “It’s probably just another breed of shrimp,” he said, handing it back to me.

Chapter 7 Vanessa's POV “Marcus! Wait, can….. I ask you something?” I stammered as I reached out my hand but he had locked the door behind me. What the hell have I put myself into? Why did I sound so confident when I know I can't even be a match to just one of the rogues nor the whole rogues and omegas of the pack! Vanessa, this is just my end! This is just it!” I cried out to myself as tears streamed down my eyes. What if he is telling the truth? Just what if it is all about to be my end!

I silence my phone and don't meet anyone's eyes. The service is long, and so many people get up to speak about what a wonderful man Sullivan Ricci was. Mira doesn't give a eulogy, but Cielo does and when he takes a moment to wipe his eyes, I remember the Cielo that stood outside the house a few days ago, hoodie over his head, hands in his pockets, shoulders slumped. His eyes bloodshot from crying. But he pulls himself together quickly and soon the speeches are over, and I'm relieved because the church suddenly feels stifling.

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.

Assuming the air of a detective, Mars interrupted them both firmly, "Enough! I will handle this matter. Listen carefully!" Everyone else stared at Mars in silence, wondering what decision he would make. His expression was typically enigmatic, but there was a growing suspicion that Mars had little interest in pursuing justice for Angel. A sudden, loud bang echoed from somewhere within the building. Mons slumped to the floor, clutching his belly, his face twisted in pain. The lecherous smile that had once adorned his face vanished, replaced by an expression of extreme shock and indignation. Gasping for air, he lay there on the floor, devoid of the energy to assert dominance. His injury appeare

Then she was on her feet and running back toward her house. Darkness howled, his headless body whirling around as his head bounced on the ground, mouth wide open, the sound reverberating macabrely through the compound. He stretched out his arms to call back his shattered skull. The moment it settled on his body, Matt fired, destroying it all over again. The mouth screamed and the headless body pointed toward the "eagle's nest," the tall tower in the far corner where Matt was taking aim at the monster closest to Danny. Damonq had already shielded Matt's position, but he reinforced it before Darkness could retaliate with the bomb he hurled toward the tower. It exploded, fire ringing the tower

The monster growled painfully as he staggered out of the collapsed building and looked in the direction where he stood earlier,it was empty as the Ninja girl was gone. "You shouldn't have come, since you came,show yourself"the monster roared as his eyes scanned the vicinity. "Here I am,"Speed (Mira) said from the top of a tall building where she sat as she drank her coffee calmly. Furiously,the monster whooshed off from far from the area. He sped back in a blink of an eye, since he didn't have a flight ability,he leaped up to the building and sent a powerful punch to the building which made the building shake vigorously and begin to collapse.

What a monster. ************

I cleared the static from my mind, stepped to the front of the iron gates, and signaled my shooters with a sharp nod before leading the charge into the dark tunnels. The news of the live-fire trial had drawn half the mafia underworld to the upper galleries of the sector, all eager to see which Whitmore heir would claim the frontline command. Helena Whitmore and Cedric were standing near the command post, their eyes cold. The sudden pressure of the crowd clutched at my lungs. Two minutes into the sector clear, my foot hit a hidden silver tripwire, the sudden hiss of gas throwing off my aim. I missed the lead target, a glaring mistake that every elder on the balcony caught instantly. Though I