Romans & histoires Monster In A Closet

“Before more show up.” After what feels like forever, we enter a big chamber beneath the ruins. At its middle is a pedestal. Resting atop it is a sparkling silver stone…the Moon Stone. It hums with energy. As I walk forward, the ground rumbles again. This time, it’s not guardians. It’s something worse. From the shadows, a hideous monster rises. It’s at least ten feet tall, clothed in dark armor with flashing red fractures running through its breast. Horns twist from its skull-like head, and eyes burn like fire.

Permanently. [The monster is cunning and deceptive. It hides well and can take human form. But I suspect it can't kill at will. It must meet certain conditions first. I still haven't figured out what those conditions are.] [The bathroom is safe. Still, something about it is strange. The sound of claws scratching at the door appeared out of nowhere and vanished just as suddenly. The blood-written "Help me let me out" did the same. I suspect there's another secret hidden inside. Best to keep my distance for now.]

The kind of place you’d never find unless you knew exactly where to look. He pushes the door open with his foot and carries me inside. It’s small—just a cot, a table, and a fire pit that looks like it hasn’t been used in years. “This is a safe space,” he says, setting me down on the cot. “An old warding hut. They won’t find you here.” The smell of dust hits me first. Then the faint hum of magic, low and constant, like the air itself is holding its breath.I pull my knees up and wince

a bald man whispered, his voice trembling. He was dressed in a singlet and trousers, sweat clinging to his skin as he held his phone close to his face, recording himself. Meanwhile, just outside the storage room where he had taken refuge inside the supermarket… A monster lingered. The moment the man realized one had claimed the supermarket as its domain, he had rushed into hiding. But now...the creature stood near the entrance blocking it as if it knew someone was trapped inside. And it had no intention of letting its prey escape.

I gradually began to feel an itch in my soul. Following the sensation back home, I realized that the power had been cut because the bill was overdue. Everything inside the walk-in freezer began to thaw. Drawn by the sickly sweet scent, rats and cockroaches poured in through tiny holes in the walls. The cloyingly sweet cake was already devoured, but even more cockroaches and rats were gathering inside. I never knew that dead people could look so horrendous. Actually, I had been hiding a secret from Mom. Dad had met with me in private many times.

I looked up and my stomach dropped. Aziel Nightbane. The monster himself. His golden eyes burned down at me with pure hate. Up close he smelled like blood and smoke and something darker that made my wolf stir. “Who are you running from boy?” he growled. His voice was low and rough like gravel under boots. His grip tightened on my arm hard enough to bruise. I gasped for air and forced words out even though my throat felt tight. “Please. I am nothing. Just a slave omega. Let me go and I will disappear. You will never see me again I swear it.”

Because they know once the closed door was open, the people inside would be caught off guard as the monsters will probably stretch any parts of their body just to get the person they wanted to be by their side, then, eat it. They had already notice it now when they quietly observed how the monsters had desperately avoided the tightly closed doors of the house. It was not even touch or damage as no monsters was willing to lay any fingers on the houses even if it was filled with people inside. The monsters that came attacking so unscrupulously would not enter the tightly closed door, except for the house that whose door was opened by some elderly woman who wanted her son to get in immediately

Clarabelle said. They all stepped through the portal, and as it closed, Mammon turned back and saw Clarabelle grab her nightwalker’s neck, pull it closer to her, and hug it tightly. She rubbed her right cheek against the monster's head, tightening her arms around its neck. “Awww, you're so cute,” Clarabelle said. The monster roared in pain, and as her grip got too tight, its neck snapped. “Oops,” she said. She smiled suddenly, then turned to Mammon before the portal completely closed.

“The room was enveloped in darkness, there was a sound of droplets hitting the ground, the room smelled like a rotting corpse. There was a tapping on the door like someone was baning in morse code. The sound stopped when a large metal door opened a monster showed up. There was a pounding against the wall and one of the lights flickered on, the light brightened the room. But the people in the room were better off not knowing who put them there, the monster walked closer to the people chained and shackled against the wall. They kept screaming why are you doing this to me?'' Let me out. I have a family. Please do not do this to me. The Monster did not say anything to the man he just walked over

It's the crowning ceremony of Erik as the new Pakhan, and the compound is bubbling with celebration, but she's trapped here as usual. She can't even go to the basement to visit her brother since it's unallowed. She was lightning her candles when the door barged open, and a figure clad in black came in, wearing a black cloak and mask. Her heart jumped to her throat, and she dropped the lighter, shifting back fearfully. "Wh... who're you?" She stuttered Without replying, the Masked Monster shut the door and started coming fast for her. "Arhhhhhh!!!!!" Maya screamed back to life, sitting up in bed as sweat journeyed down her face to her chest.