Monster Writing Prompts Novels & Stories

“And now, look…the monster finally has.” I jerked away from her touch, when my pulse pounded. To hell with them. They were the monsters who scared their kid with stories of a bogeyman Wolve Winner as a warped attitude adjustment. No wonder Moon had rather that I’d left him to die in his REJECT room than chosen him as my Charm. I tightened my arms around Moon. I wasn’t their monster myth, just like these wolves weren’t the myths from my nightmares. I was going to show him that, just as soon as I got through dominating him…somehow.

“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

*** Author POV In a place far from light, behind the northern mountains shrouded in eternal fog, stood a stone tower made of obsidian and bone. Its walls drip with dark dew, and the air inside is damp, biting like an invisible poison. The dark room is illuminated only by the faint glow of boiling potions in clay vessels. Purple smoke swirls low on the ceiling, forming ever-changing, unnatural patterns.

In the soul, maybe. Pain crawls up my spine like fire ants. The drive back is a lengthy one. Every bone in my body aches from the fight. It’s practically a blinding pain as my tendons stretch in ways that they shouldn't. If I were a real werewolf, I’d shift. Heal. Be done with it. Instead, it lingers just like everything else.

I said, masking my concern. “It’s as good of place to start as any, I guess.” Cas nodded. “I can help, too.” Kali said, quietly. The tension in the air was vibrating at what we’d just discussed as we all glanced at one another. Over the next few days, we dove into the books and the mythology of any and all monster lore we could find. We read about everything from banshees to wendigos, but nothing really seemed to fit just right. The blood drinking was throwing us off. Whatever it was, it was elusive, deadly, and rare.

He began using the half-octopus as a weapon to fight the other monsters coming at him before the octopus turned into black dust and withered away. He quickly turned his head toward me. "Luna, are you oka—?" Before he could finish, another monster was coming at me from behind. He pushed me aside and went for it. Oh God, I can't keep standing here like a fool and let what happened to Elder Borek happen to Fred too. It was obvious these monsters wouldn't stop showing up until someone died, but if we could do something to defeat them, they would leave. Before making my research, I read that monsters were scared of light, so they hid in a forest that was void of sunlight, the Black Forest. If I c

We were naturally parsimonious and always looking for ways to make more money. Maybe I should ask her advice about a name. ‘Heartless Monsters’ was probably what she would come up with. It was no laughing matter. I think that was when the idea came to me. I would pit the Omega against her so-called betters in a series of challenges, some physical, some cerebral. The winner would share the spoils of war with me, ruling by my side. But first our pack needed an identity. Let the other werewolf clans stew for a while as we stopped for a competition. I might even include Brandon as a judge. Keep your enemy close and all that. After I'd confronted him about my mom.

It shattered on the floor, splashing cold tea across her boots, but she didn't feel the wetness. The pain grew. It wasn't just a headache anymore; it was a vision. In her mind’s eye, she saw a place she had only heard about in scary stories. Deep under the mountains, in a tomb made of silver-veined rock, a heavy seal was cracking. A hand, grey and clawed, pushed through the stone. Something is coming. The thought wasn't her own. It was a dark, oily whisper that coated her mind. The First-Born—the father of all monsters was waking up from a five-hundred-year sleep. And he was hungry.

It cracked against the beast’s hide, searing flesh, filling the air with the stench of burning fur. The monster shrieked, writhing, wings beating frantically against the force of the storm. Again! El’s voice cut sharp. I dragged the power up once more, sweat pouring down my face, every muscle shaking. The ground beneath my feet split, roots tearing free as the energy surged. Fire blossomed from my hands, wrapping the beast’s wings in hungry flames. It roared in agony, thrashing wildly. One final push—I summoned the storm again, lightning and fire converging in a single, blinding strike. The blast hurled the creature back. It crashed into the trees, snapping trunks like twigs, before collapsi

that is, during those five days we need to survive in the maze. "For the past few years, before the maze was formed I wondered what things I would put inside the maze, things that will surprise players. And then I thought, why don't I put a long lost kind of monster. A monster that can cause the death of players. " It says. That is, our opponents are not just students. Can we fight a monster too? "So, what I did was I asked for help from my best friend who has the power to revive. And then in just one snap." He said and flicked his finger in the air. "There are already three monsters roaming the inside of the maze." He said with a smile.