Monster Souls Novels & Stories

His hand lifted, hovered just inches from the handle. If he turned it , if he stepped inside there’d be no undoing it. Not this time. He could finish what they started. Bury himself so deep inside that mouth, inside that want, that for a few hours, he wouldn’t have to think about betrayal and bloodlines and wedding vows. He could forget. But the thing about monsters was they followed you, even after the lights went out. And Rafael already knew, no matter how hard he tried to kill this thing between them, it wouldn’t stay buried.

But here, on the peak, the sky was a swirling vortex of black and gold. And there, at the center of the bone circle, stood the Monster. It was ten feet tall, a nightmare of shifting geometry. It had the shadow of a wolf, but its limbs were made of the same silver liquid as Julian’s eyes. It didn't have a face, just a vertical slit of violet light that bled static into the air. "Kael?" I stepped forward, the dagger held low.

James heard a female scream, jolting him. This time, when he came back to himself, he was crouched on a flat rock in the middle of the crimson lake. Closer to the moss-covered castle. The monsters had scented him, and were peering over at him through beady eyes. Their tails swayed, ready to strike at him if he dared move any closer. The moon was still high, the hooked edges bleeding into a sky covered in a thick film of ash, hiding all the stars. Those fiendish fish darted around him, teeth chomping at him, closer, closer. He was soaked with sweat, his heart a sledgehammer against his ribs, his muscles trembling. His mind, still lost.

Said David with a hint of nervousness, his unit complied and started to draw back towards the open wall slowly, but they started to sustain more and more injuries as the attack was relentless, the cries of the little rhino were drowned by the animalistic growls of their foes. Stranger creatures started to appear, a jellyfish with 3 fingered hands at the end of each tentacle floated down from the sky, those “arms” started to stretch and grab all the corpses and living monsters that were unlucky, just 2 seconds passed before they were devoid of any blood and crumbled into ash. A mass of black flesh filled to the brim with screaming faces slowly crawled up from the forest, leaving behind a trai

I gasped. Lunar Eclipse was more of a pack of mercenaries. No one knew the real names of the pack members, as they all had some sort of code name. The Alpha of the pack was known as Shadowstrike. Shadowstrike was considered the ultimate warrior, with skills that a normal werewolf didn’t possess. He could strike his opponents down with a single blow, but it wasn’t just because he was strong. There was a rumor that he could expel some sort of energy in his attacks that could knock someone down without ever touching them.

I hate the look of my muscles all tense and stitched tight on my back. A lifetime of blows and bouncing back collects scars. I've had a lot of scalding showers, and bruises have become stretched and angry on me, causing pitted scars. There are no tears, but the groans come in multitude. As a monster, you learn never to accept pain. Pain only affects you if you let it. Black slacks. Black socks. Charcoal shoes are polished until they look like a crisp new apple skin. The shirt is deep forest green, which brings out the natural multiple hues of green in my eyes. Intentional. Gold flecks are juxtaposed in my iris.

Some arrows pierced the first layer, deflected by the second, but some forced their way through—seeking souls, not flesh. “Serel!” Mira called as one soldier knelt, screaming without visible wounds. “Invisible wounds,” Serel replied, already running. She slashed a small knife through the air, cutting something we couldn’t see. The warrior’s screams ceased, his nearly clouded eyes regaining focus. “Rise. You’re not finished.” “North hold!” shouted the northern leader. “But they’re spreading fear mist!” Their fourth wave was more cunning: black wizards tore through the mist curtain, summoning wolf duplicates—our own shadows—to lure misdirected attacks. “Don’t respond to the shadows!” Beta Casr

He bumped heavily into Benjamin who was just starting to get himself again. “Zamora divine god help us, what the hell is wrong with Ser Godfrey this is obviously not a ravage monster, i suspect it could be a legendary monster with such strength.” Mica added, her face down with the outcome of the fight. “Mica, I need you to distract the monster, I have an idea.” “Over here!” She said, her voice echoing through the colosseum, the monster's interest got back to her as she ran avoiding its shooting webs. Mica couldn’t keep up for long as the monster was getting closer each passing second.

WINTER'S POV I made it to my room and locked the door behind me. My bags were already inside even though Dante said they'd bring them up after dinner. Of course they were. These men didn't ask permission for anything. I pulled out my phone with shaking hands. Fifteen messages from Marcus. I didn't read them. I never did anymore but I saw the last one and my blood turned to ice. I know you're in the Moretti mansion. Pretty place. Big gates. Three stepbrothers. Does Mommy know you're fucking her new stepsons yet? Or are you waiting for them to force you like you always wanted?

Even though they could just find a metal for their defence and stab it firmly at the monsters lower part-their reproduction system, so the monsters will die in the next second as their blood will their body accompanied by the soul of thinking they have lost their treasure. Nobody knows how many times this news for help had been repeated but there are no single S levelled heroes and Sotiras who came to fight the monsters that were constantly engaging killing of humans that get in their way. It was destined to have blood shedding the ground as no one, no one ever have, gone to rescue them. Warning! Gory Scenes can be seen everywhere as the monsters who is chasing the fleeing humans from it, ha