Monster In The Basement Novels & Stories

“We need to leave the city.” “Good,” Alessio said, jaw set. “Because there’s something I need to show you.” Noa’s brow furrowed. “What?” Alessio’s grin was slow, dangerous. “Where monsters are born.” Noa’s blood ran cold. And the elevator groaned again. Footsteps. Not Dominik’s. Someone worse. A shadow darker than even Alessio. And Noa realized, too late They weren’t out of this yet. They’d just walked into the next nightmare.

There was a beast in their basement. Jules Blake had learned about it completely by accident. He had been looking for his kitten Sheba, and after fruitlessly searching the entire house, Jules had decided to check out the basement no one ever used. His hopes hadn’t been high—the basement was so cold, dark, and damp that even his not-very-bright kitten should have been smarter than to go there—but when Jules got downstairs, he was surprised to find security guards at the door. Armed security guards.

Yves' immediately answered it, "Hello?" "I already found, that monster's hideout—anyways, I called him monster since he doesn't looked like a human or looked like a human. Anyways, he's already at the underground basement of Xyneth's house. Come wuick before I kill him."Heira said on the other phone making all of them stood. "Okay, we'll be there."Yves said before he hung up the phone call. Yves looked at Xyneth's direction and she just smile at him.

The frustration of dying in a dark basement with a 15-year-old werewolf and a group of bloodthirsty monsters or zombies, as she had begun to call them wasn't the way she ever thought of going or ever going. Sitting beside Vance who had just broken her bed, the only thing comfortable in the basement and the whole picture of the basement itself reminds her of a torture chamber in every serial killer documentary. Depressing and just plain sad. While leaning her head on Vance's shoulder as he uses a sharp rock to sharpen the long woods torn from the bedpost, he observes the wolf real close and thought to herself - might as well start a conversation to kill time than just sat there doing nothing.

“I believe the report said they were staying to the lower rooms watching the higher rollers play.” “Then let’s get down there now. Move everyone.” Dom pointed to the elevator doors concealed behind a bookcase. Upstairs seemed perfect for unwinding and enjoying a beverage. Watch some television and perhaps make a few bets. The serious gambling happened downstairs in a hidden basement. The bookshelves moved apart to reveal the elevator doors opening. Seven wolves left the elevator, and they watched the bookshelves close before the elevator doors. They wanted us down in the basement in moments. The swampy nature of Old Muddy York made this basement unheard of on historical terms. The dampness a

But damn, who knew her bites packed such a damn punch! "So what's this gift?" Hugo asked, relenting, gesturing to the basement door we were standing in front of. "It best be fucking good!" He grumbled, "I bloody hate it down here; it gives me the fucking creeps!" I smirked, watching him punch in the access code; my brother, the monster who could slit a man's throat without flinching but was scared of the bogeyman in our basement! Scared or not, I knew what was on the other side of that door would help improve my brother's mood tenfold- and lord knows he needed that help today.

He rasped out pointing at her heart. A cracked sob left her throat as she tried to push him. "I don't love you." She said making him chuckle. "I and you we both know you do." She shook her head. "I DON'T LOVE A MONSTER!" Reynold's eyes darkened hearing her. He took a handful of her hair jerking her head near his. "Monster huh! Let me show you what being a real monster is." With that, he dragged her inside the basement throwing her in front of the little guy.

Or he didn’t care because he still grabbed Madden’s arm, yanking him up like he weighed nothing. His legs dangled and kicked helplessly. “Let me go! I didn’t mean to—I was scared—!” “I’ll teach you scared,” Kane growled. “You want to spy? Then you can rot in the goddamn basement!” “No—Daddy, no—!” The basement. Not the basement. The monsters and creepy demons live there! “No . Please not the basement!" Madden cried but he dragged him through the hall as thunder exploded again. Madden didn’t like thunder.

is luxuriously and brightly decorated, resembling a high-end lodge. Crystal chandeliers shine brilliantly, murals depicting legendary wolf hunts hang on the walls, and the polished stone floor is so clean it reflects our images. Allister leads me into a private observation room. “Wait for me here,” he says. “The basement is dark, damp, cold, and dirty, not a place for my Queen. This monitor right here,” he points to one of the screens in the room. “Let's you monitor the activities in the basement, alright?” I nod, staring at the screen and seeing only darkness and a faint figure lying on the bare floor.

She was the shadow in the basement. And as the elevator doors closed, she realized that she was no longer afraid of the monster. She was afraid of the day he stopped looking for her in the dark.