Monster Writing Prompts Novels & Stories

Like every other time, he could not say no. “Fine, but we will not stay until night,” he warned. I nodded. Of course I would have to return home for my children. Still, a small idea formed in my mind. “Spill it,” Ron urged, as if he sensed it. “The monster comes at night,” I said carefully. “What if we wait for it on the mountain top and attack it with all the weapons and warriors?” He glanced at me before replying.

" I turned around to look where Tamara was because her voice fielded the silent night in the forest. The midnight birds and animals stop because of that. Even if the monster who is choking my neck stopped as well. They suddenly look at each other. My eyes got wider when the woman's hands suddenly got longer and the edge of it was so sharp she was living proof that the monster was real. She was choking me to death and there's nothing I can do because she has a strong grip on my neck. I couldn't even move a bit. She reminds me exactly of Tamara. A monster inside but there was still beauty left in her. Wait? Was this woman Tamara's mom? That explains why they have the same temper and maybe the

You shiver when you always think of, A werewolf in the night, They eat human flesh so yuck and sticky, But it’s just in your mind You might think there’s a creepy castle, Lost somewhere in time, You might think it has ghosts all around, But it’s just in your mind. Do you believe in vampires? , Those creatures with long white fangs, You might think they drink human blood, But it’s just in your mind. You might believe in witches, They laugh with a scary look, You might think they have black cats, Or a bat to cook for food. You can imagine all sorts of creepy things, That makes you shudder with fright, But please don’t yell mommy when you see them,

Slowly, I nodded. She walked toward me and lifted a hand to my face. "Monsters don't have morals. They do what they do for sport. You killed four of them. You're nothing like them, Arte. But I will warn you - The tide could change at any time. If you let our darkness consume you, you can become a monster." She was right. After all, everyone was capable of becoming a monster. A door appeared suddenly, almost making me jump. I debated whether I should stay or not, but if I stayed, I wouldn't be able to get Lillian the help she needed. We'd both die here.

Each drop sends ripples of dread coursing through her veins as if the darkness itself whispers its threats in response to her fear. From the shadows, the monster finally reveals itself—a twisted creature born from nightmares, part wolf and part shadow, with glowing yellow eyes that pierce through the gloom. It circles her, the sinewy muscles rippling beneath its darkened fur, giving life to the terrifying grace of its movements. As it prowls, something within her stirs—a whisper of recognition, an echo of the pack's curse that coils around her heart like the tendrils binding her.

“Now you’re almost grown, and almost grown means curious, which means dangerous.” I cross my arms. “I am grown!” I shout. She doesn’t hesitate. “There are bonehounds. Starving, half-dead things with skin stretched tight over broken skeletons. They smell blood and chase it for miles. There are whisperers, creatures that climb inside your head and convince you to walk off cliffs or drink poison. There’s a woman made of smoke who turns into a bird and pecks out eyes with her beak. A man with bark for skin who collects girls and grows them into his tree.”

He was bending down in front of me, his face only inches away from my own. “One tear, one lash” I yelled back, trying my best to keep my voice sounding strong. Even though all I wanted was to cry. “Again!” he roared, his hot breath bashed against my face as he screamed, “One tear, one lash” I screamed back loudly. “What are you?” he demanded, “A monster” “What are you?” “A monster!” “And what do monsters not do?” “Monsters don’t cry” I yelled as loud as I could. “And why don’t monsters cry? Tell me beast, what’s the rule?”

The street lights flickered past, Luca’s jaw locked, his eyes forward, his hands trembling on his gun. Noa’s phone buzzed. Unknown number. A message. Got your monster. Try and take him. -D. The van swerved as Noa’s scream split the night.

, She received the answer to her unasked question. ‘He is a Monster. Oh My God. A monster who can change into a wolf on full moon night.’ Her eyes widened in fear and she cringed back on the bed. She thought it was her turn next. He will either eat her alive or kill her with the gun. All the fear came rushing to her body and features, and she found it difficult to breathe.

“But you are still too little to ride my bike. When you are big though, I will teach you to ride.” “Do you promise? And mom too, promise?” I nodded sombrely as she held up her tiny hand, her even tinier finger outstretched, Frowning, I glanced at Monster. “She wants you to pinkie swear,” he said with a chuckle. Well, fuck, I had never pinkie sworn to a thing in my life. “Promise. Now Uncle Monster is going to get us a lift out of here.” “Monster.” She giggled happily. “That's a funny name.”