Romans & histoires Monster In A Closet

She whispered. Suddenly the closet was opened, and a figure was standing there. It was a tall figure wearing black clothes. His eyes were blazing red, and blood was seen in his mouth. "I have come for you, little girl." He said with a wide grin. Liza's eyes enlarged, her body shook in fear, and her jaw dropped. Then, before she could scream for help, the monster took her out and slammed her tiny body into the wall. After that, she felt excruciating pain in her neck.

Cee sneers, although he wasn't even looking at me when I heard it. “They are a particular breed of monsters bred for combat. They are even designated as trios.” He then began naming the monsters that were housed in the large jar, including one of the werewolves, vampires, and mages. As soon as he said, "More importantly, we need to claim something in here because I just sense the artifact," he tightened his grip on my hand, and before I could blink, we arrived in front of a frame containing a picture of a young man. At that point, I knew that I couldn't be more uneasy than I was right then.

Her body stiffened, and her eyes widened with shock. “Julie, what’s wrong?” Richard, the male nurse accompanying her, asked with concern. Julie didn’t respond. She ran closer, dropping to her knees beside Elizah’s body. With trembling hands, she removed the cloth covering the girl’s face. In an instant, Julie recoiled, her body trembling violently. “Elizah ....” she whispered in disbelief. “This can’t be.” When Julie tried to embrace her, Elizah screamed in terror. “Aaaah! Monster! Bastard!” she cried, shoving Julie away. Her body twisted wildly, her arms protecting herself as if fighting off a shadow only she could see.

I didn’t even realize I was looking for him until I realized I couldn’t find him. I even saw some of his clan members but not him, never him and that infuriated me. I could just imagine what he would say if he saw me in my red dress and the thought sent chills down my spine. Then came Alec, a well-bred wolf from the Suncrest pack, tall, clean-cut, and apparently very interested. He cornered me near the rose sculpture in the inner garden, away from the noise of the ballroom. His smile was easy. His confidence, practiced.

The day that would have marked the beginning of a lifetime for us. Closing my eyes, I heaved a long exhale and propped my head against the headboard. Even though the curtained darkness of closed lids, it was her face was floated in—over and over again. It was the first time I realized that I might wear the skin of a monster, but my heart was still human. And I belonged to her. The pain that hit me came in waves. It clawed under my skin, infused with the blood in my veins, and drilled into the marrow of my bones until the ache made me hollow inside out.

Ready to die if they had to. The floors creaked under their feet. The light was dim. Shadows danced along the hallway walls. They moved in a tight group, checking every corner. Every step was filled with tension. They opened doors, looked behind crates, and kept their fingers close to their triggers. Then they reached one room. The door was old and half open. They moved carefully. Carlo pushed it open with the tip of his gun. And there—there she was. Kristen. Tied to a chair in the middle of the room.

They all looked relieved. “You got the answer correct, now what do you seek for,” the monster asked. “We seek for the black crimstone,” Darrell replied. “In between me, it is,” the monster said and began to crumble “Farewell Guardian,” the monster adds and falls down to the ground like pieces of rock, the black crimstone laid on the ground between the pieces of rocks.

It was replaced by built-in cabinets in an off-white finish. Every trace of my life, from books, awards, to pictures, was missing. The space was now furnished with clothes, bags, and shoes. My room in the apartment I had paid for had been converted into Cass’ walk-in closet.

I feel a little better but not much because I know what is coming and I don't know how to get out of it. I open the door and find Cielo sitting on a chair, one ankle crossed over the opposite knee in conversation with someone on his phone. He disconnects as soon as he sees me and stands and for the first time in all the time I've known him, it's like I see how big he is. How threatening. "Who are you talking to?" "No one. Here." He takes the dress his mother had sent out of the plastic bag hanging on the closet door. I'm glad to see she included a bra and a pair of panties. I put them on, still slow to move, my skin tight and tender.

he complains as he throw himself at the couch. “Anyway, I had a long day crybaby” I say to him. “I took a visit to the Gaylord’s territory and you would never believe what I saw” I start narrating to him the entire story. “Try me” he says arrogantly. “I think Gaylord is creating an army of monsters, he feeds them with humans and stores them at his basement” I say to him. “Huh, are monsters even real” he says jokingly and I to stop him.