Monster Human Novels & Stories

“This one used to be a pianist. Played with his whole heart. Now? He just kills.” The creature lunged. Noa shoved Rook out of the way and took the hit head-on. They crashed to the floor. The thing snarled, clawed fingers ripping across Noa’s chest. Noa twisted, shoved his elbow into its throat, but it didn’t stop. Didn’t even blink. Rook screamed. Noa kicked hard and rolled free just as the monster slammed its fist down where his head had been. The floor cracked. “Fuck fuck” Noa scrambled to his feet. “Rook, run!”

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

"You are a monster." "Hello, Luna," I said to her in response. "We meet again." "You monster," she repeated and I clenched my fist in anger this time. "How dare you approach my son! Does he know what you are? Does he know you are nothing but a monster? Does he know you feed on innocent humans? Of course, he doesn't. You wouldn't be here anymore if he did. How could you?!" "I don't care about what you think of me but you need to know I'm not taking advantage of any innocent human," I replied to her. "It consented. The human gave her consent before I fed on her. I'm not just some-"

Trixie looked at Dradon as he took a step back. “Oh yes, I am real. I’m not just a story told in the bible as one of the creators first creations or a folklore to you half breeds.” The monster said as he stepped out of the darkness. He was almost the size of Dradon’s dragon form, he looked like a dragon too, but had two long horns that curled backwards, his teeth were sharp, and long like a human arm. “Ooohhh, shit we about to die ain’t it?” Trixie whispered to Dradon, as she looked at the monster that wanted her. “Yea, we might be.” Dradon whispered as they both took steps back.

Or aim jet planes at tall towers and kill thousands. These real-life monsters are human, yet Other. And that’s the essence of the monster-plus-man tales we’re seeing today—stories about those who are human, yet Other. Some of the heroes of these stories are fighting the monsters. Some of them are fighting the monsters inside them. All, even the funny ones, explore the conjunction of monster and human. They make use of the archetype Christopher Vogler calls the Shadow.

Justin's movement stopped when someone passed through the hall, he looked at Justin with a strange look, but he didn't seem to see that there was a monster there. Unbelievably, the thousand-eyed monster used its octopus hand to grab the human walking near Justin, with its tentacles, the monster covered the human's face, not allowing its target to breathe. Justin was confused, and before he could save the shoulder-length hair woman, she lost her life first because the monster's octopus arm wrapped around her neck. Now Justin knew why the monster was only after monster-hunting creatures because humans wouldn't be able to increase the power or the number of eyes. It didn't take him long to swal

asked the blood monster, looking at the figure who had appeared to save the little dragon and Da Hongli. The man who had just arrived glared furiously at the blood monster. How could he possibly stand by and watch if the enemy of his world was a foreign creature like this? Controlling and enslaving everything, all for the sake of destroying his home world—of course he couldn’t just sit idly by. The blood monster smiled; he recognized the man who had arrived and knew all too well what his face looked like back when he was desperate.

he sneered, his voice dripping with malevolence. "You will regret crossing paths with me." I stepped forward, my gaze locked on him. "Reveal yourself, monster!" The man chuckled darkly. "You think you can stop me? I have powers you can't even fathom." With a swift motion, he transformed into a hulking, monstrous creature—a werewolf. His eyes glowed with an otherworldly fervor as he lunged at my team, teeth and claws bared. We sprang into action, guns drawn and hearts pounding. Bullets pierced the air as we fired upon the beast, but his supernatural resilience proved formidable. He retaliated with lightning-fast strikes, forcing my team to dodge and regroup.

She slammed her palms against the heavy iron-banded doors of the Bastion and shoved them open. Inside the cavernous, dimly lit chamber, a chaotic struggle was unfolding. A hunting party of six Vanguard warriors had returned from a deep-root patrol, and they had not come back empty-handed. They were dragging a monster. It was a Savage Man, but it was smaller than the towering, eight-foot Alpha Mwajuma had crushed in the swamp. It stood barely over six feet tall, its grey, mottled skin slick with dark blood and the toxic slime of the lower canopy. Its musculature was warped and bulging, pulsing with the erratic, volatile energy of corrupted mana.

“And what if I… what if I can’t control it? What if I become the thing I’m hunting?” Mae smiled faintly, not cruel, just realistic. “That’s the risk. But what’s the alternative? Staying human, waiting, hiding… running forever? You survived once. You survived the worst. This… this is just the next step. And you won’t be alone. I’ll be with you. We’ll figure it out.”