Monster House Graphic Novel Novels & Stories

She's even beyond the monsters we fear. I heaved a sigh as I gather up all my strength to resist the heavy force. My whole body is shaking, and force myself to march towards our mansion. Every step was too heavy. And only now I take a glance at our city. Our floating kingdom of mountains is now covered with suffocating gas. Our grassland turns like a graveyard, as innumerable corpses are now lying on the ground. Dark skies dominate the entire city, making it more petrifying. Just like in the capital, Mageia, many of our people are now lifelessly lying on the ground, as those who survive starts coughing blood.

he said. She stepped in, letting the quiet settle over her. “It’s… beautiful.” He watched her trail her fingers along the spines of books. “You read all of these?” she asked. He nodded. “Looking for something.” “Answers?” “Or stories where the monster wins.” She turned to him. “You think you’re the monster?” “I know I am.” Silence. Then softly—“Monsters don’t make pasta and build libraries.” Damien’s lips twitched. “They do… when they want to keep their prey comfortable.”

Yet that’s what they were doing. The deeper we went, the stranger it got. Ancient murals covered the walls. Some showed giant wolves battling horrors. Others showed queens and alphas under silver moons. Then I noticed something wrong. The monsters were in the carvings too. Not as enemies. As allies. My steps slowed. No. The first monsters were evil. Weren’t they? The giant wolf glanced back, sensing my confusion. His smile returned. “You’ve been lied to, Little Moon.” Chills ran through me. Nobody spoke, because deep down we all feared he was right.

For the following days, Adrian ran the small shop Ash helped him set up, accumulating money and gathering information about the monsters. A few uneventful days passed. Just when Adrian thought he would have to wait for a long time, something unexpected happened. One day, while Adrian was moving his stuff in the shop, he overheard some pedestrians chatting. "A group of monsters attacked Meadowshire two nights ago. A monster hunter appeared and fought them off, but he himself was seriously injured..."

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. “Yes,” I said quietly. “It is.”

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

"Zergs have corrosive blood! Their shells are hard! They are immune to bullets! Normal people can't kill them!" "Can or can't, we'll see after I try," I say, eyeing the joint between the monster's head and body. I kick off the wall, launching myself into the air. "And who said I was normal?" The Zerg opens its mandibles. I catch its antennae mid-air and swing myself onto its back. I flip the axe in my hand. Thwack. I drive the blade precisely into the gap in its neck armor. I hold onto the handle for dear life as the monster thrashes. I twist the blade. Green slime sprays out. I dodge to the side, avoiding the corrosive splash. Below me, I can feel the axe handle melting from the acid.

“The better prepared we are for battle, the greater the odds of our succeeding.” “You refer to the vampires as monsters when, technically, you are one as well,” Hank mused. “I am one of many things,” Jasper thoughtfully admitted. “Having spent time amongst all three of what I am, I believe that the vampire is the worst of them. Therefore, he qualifies as a monster. If I am also a monster, I pray to keep that part of me subdued until I am able to eradicate vampirism from my body.” Hank sounded impressed as he asked, “You can do that?”

I breathed. "It seems you want to rest. Let me take you to my room." Anu said getting up from his seat. I tried to get up on my legs but couldn't. Maybe I was so exhausted? Yes I was. Anu looked back when he noticed that I wasn't following him and found me teething trying to get up."easy easy."he said rushing to me and carried me in his arms. Just like that we were in his room. The walls were painted with white color and designed with the pictures of bats. This reminded me of my tattoo and I thought I could check. For some reasons I felt guilty for not marrying my friend Bat instead of this monster.

If Lucien survived the silver-grenade ambush at Moonveil Grand Hall, I thought fiercely, I can survive this bastard. "Come on, Chika," Ronan hissed, his claws scraping against the steel door, a terrifying, screeching sound. "The drug is already tearing your core apart. Let me in before I lose my patience." I remained silent, pressing my back against the wall, trembling violently as the synthetic wolfsbane compromised my nervous system. My vision began to blur, turning the world into shifting shadows. Boom. The first kick shook the iron frame. Boom. The rivets began to pop. The Blackwell wolves were built for siege warfare, and this flimsy safehouse lock wouldn't hold. I curled tighter into t