Novel & Cerita Monster In The Basement

A chill ran up his back and he shivered. ' No no no no. Please don't let it be. Don't do this please!' He screamed in his mind. "After you." Derrick snorted. Ben turned to him panicky. "What is going on?" " You climb down or I push you. Either way, you are going down." Ben said a prayer in his mind and started going down the stairs with Derrick right behind him still holding on to the collar chain. The basement was a 9 feet deep, rectangular box built with reinforced concrete walls. The unpainted walls had long wood planks attached to them as shelves on both length sides with some boxes here and there.

The warrior I recognize as one of my main tormentor’s is suddenly in the monitor looking back at me. “I am coming for you!” he mouths in the monitor seeming to know I am watching him. I watch in horror as they race down the various levels of the Pack house hot on my trail. I see them run through the main floor of the Pack house finding the secret door that led to this part of the basement.

James laughed and told Micheal not to try it because, Monster is a vampire and he might killed Michael if he found out that zombies resist Micheal's blood, that will be the worst part because he want the world to continue like this. "It's none of your business just take me to him! and if you tried anything fun... you will be the first person to die! now led the way." Michael shouted at Dr. James. Monster chamber was the biggest house in the community, it has two entrance; the front and the back door. The building was silent and no reflection of any light can penetrate into the building because Monster is afraid of light, and also their is a big bathtub which Monster always soak himself into

"And that is what makes it interesting. The Elena who arrived here broken and defeated wouldn't have done that. But something in you is changing. Growing teeth." Was she right? Was I changing? Or was I just so far past fear that I had nothing left to lose? "Come," Mara said. "I will show you the rest of the basement. You might as well know what you are dealing with." We walked through more sections—gambling dens, meeting rooms, areas I couldn't identify by purpose. Everywhere, supernatural creatures conducted business that would have shocked the humans above.

He’d taken his battered and broken son, his only heir at the time, and had turned him into a monster. Now, that monster was out for blood. If he wasn’t careful, that blood could easily turn out to be his own. The basement of the Ashford estate reeked of rubbing alcohol and freshly preserved corpses. It was this foul stench that burned the nose and left a slightly sweet aftertaste in the mouth.

With a sigh I got up from our warm bed and made my way downstairs. I found my husband in the kitchen working like a professional. Soon I heard some screams and the breaking of glass. I closed my eyes and as soon as I reopened my eyes, I found myself in the same basement with both the monsters surrounding me. I looked around and relaxed when my eyes fell on my husband. He won't let anything happen to me. "Tristan.", I looked at him for help but he didn't move a foot. No even when one of those monsters touched me.

I inquired further, wanting to know what I'd be facing down there if I decided to accompany my grandmother to the forbidden basement. I noticed the hesitation on Granny's face. "Child, I have something to tell you—the truth about the basement that I have hidden from you for a long time." "What is it, Granny? Tell me about it. I'm ready to listen." I was eager to hear the truth about the basement. Granny Ursula stared at my face for a long time before she opened her eyes to speak. "The truth is, there are no monsters in the basement." My eyes widened in shock. "Huh? So if there are no monsters, what is down there?" I asked, a great deal of curiosity flashing in my eyes.

The sub-basement of Vane Biotics was a tomb of glass and pressurized air. I stood in the center of the "Sequence 5" nursery, the silver locket clutched in my palm so tightly the metal was beginning to bite into my skin. Outside the acrylic walls, the dark water of the Atlantic churned, a silent witness to the monsters Victor Vane had created. "Intruder Alert. Biometric purge in forty-five seconds," the AI’s voice echoed, cold and rhythmic, through the white corridor.

The purple dome around her was fracturing under the weight of the thrashing smoke monster. Adrian didn't hesitate. He dived toward Lisa, throwing a massive blast of sub-zero wind that knocked her monster backward into the wooden crates. But his sudden movement left his flank completely exposed. The third shadow-leach, now entirely free from Adrian's ice, spun its smoky torso toward him. Its gray wooden arm whipped through the air, the sharp talons aimed directly at the back of Adrian's neck. "Adrian, look out!" I shrieked. My voice echoed through the basement. In that split second, seeing the monster about to tear through the boy who had spent every night protecting me, something inside my c

Always me. “Enjoy this,” he said quietly. “While it lasts.” Sirens wailed outside. Loud. Close. Marcus glanced toward the door. Then back at me. One last look. “You’ll come back,” he said. I didn’t respond. Didn’t move. Didn’t break. Something in his expression shifted again. Then— He turned. And walked out. Just like that. The house went quiet again. Too quiet. My legs gave out. I barely registered it before strong arms caught me.