Monster Writing Prompts Novels & Stories

Finally, she went over to a table and sat down. Monster held a large pitcher of water in his hand and he stopped by her table to take more than a normal gulp. In fact, he downed the entire thing. He paused as he saw her staring. “A man shouldn’t go without water for two days. Especially a monster like me.” He smirked as he sat down beside her. “You know you need to answer some more questions, don’t you?” “Why? I don’t have to answer anything if I don’t want to.”

And she’s not alone. Lena Monroe is with her. But there’s something else. Something dark. Something is wrong. "The creatures," my wolf snarls. Those creatures that are terrorizing the town. "They are here" A deep, animalistic fury rises in me, and I push myself faster, tearing through the undergrowth. My claws dig into the soil, my body nothing but speed and instinct. My mind races with frantic prayers to the Moon Goddess. Let her be safe. Let her be safe.

“You’re a monster. Wolves kill humans. I saw my mother die at the hands of a rogue.” His jaw tightened. “And I saw my brother slaughtered by hunters. We are even, then?” The words cut deep. "Wolves are monsters, and I will die protecting humans from your lot." she offered. "You don't seem to be doing a very good job of it little hunter, offering me water."

“I didn’t get the chance to thank you.” Her breath shook. “Thank me? You kissed me without my permission,” she whispered. “You scared me. And now—now you’re here? Why? What do you want from me?” The corner of his mouth tilted, almost amused. “So you know who I am.” “You’re Adriano Greco,” she said, her voice trembling. “The monster people talk about.” He took another step closer. “Monster?” he repeated softly. “That’s what they call me?”

He was just hoping his neighbor won’t come near her tonight or he’ll kill him once he returned home. They started sensing the undeniable smell of night creatures coming in closer. They looked at each other with wide eyes. “Oh, buddy! Can you smell that?” Genn nodded in agreement. “Looks to me he used the woman as bait for the monsters! Oh, shit. Do you sense how many are coming? Should we run?” They looked at each other, then smiled. “Or maybe we can play as well,” he said. “Let’s just not come near him or we’ll be his targets next.” They both turned and faced the oncoming flood of monsters.

the lamp in my hand didn't go off as I expected, only my two white and black pups flew out of my jacket and landed in front of me. I stretch my hands to them, the ground very close to them open. the black pup was already slipping into the empty pit of darkness. I held onto one of its paws, and I felt some movement of claws gripping my legs, I could not look back at the one clawing at my feet but I knew it was the three-eye monster. with the white pup beside me, the black pup was struggling to hold on to me, the monster growled louder and clasp my feet pulling me away from the pit, I did not want to let go of the black pup but he gradually become too heavy for my little tender hands, "I won't

Jane Ann showed Grace how questions could be far worse than letting it go. “Good grief, are you one of my professors from university? That sounds like one of their writing practice prompts.” Now she was getting angrier still from the lack of information. “Well, maybe it’s a good writing prompt. Think about it. You don’t have to say werewolves or where. But write about a what if. What if the public discovered a creature from mythology? But they weren’t ravening monsters, and they’ve existed peacefully with us the entire time? Fighting for our rights and defending the land and people. Would they have earned the right to human rights even though they aren’t human? Think about it. People talking

Its body was frozen in place, like it was petrified. But I wasn't afraid. In fact, I felt a certain sense of relief. Even though I knew it was an enemy, I found it oddly calming to hear the monster screaming the name. I tried to calm myself down and focus on what to say next. "Is it your creator?" The monster trembled. "No... Yes... No... Morveth... we created..." I didn't know if the monster would continue talking or not. It was clear that it was trying to get out of answering my questions, so I decided to keep asking until it gave me an answer.

I created a monster to ruin her. Now he’s ruining me. **** Helena spent her nights writing savage Alphas who dominated, punished, and shattered their women. One car crash later, she died, and woke up trapped in the body of Azalea, the pure 18-year-old princess she had written to be broken. Her fictional story became real as King Valdman Wolverton came for her. Scarred by years of torture, this ruthless werewolf king slaughtered Azalea’s entire family in front of her eyes and dragged her away in chains. He doesn’t want a quick death. He wants her to bleed for every sin her father committed; slowly, brutally, and completely. Helena feels every second of it: every painful lash and every cr

she continued, “their blood responds before their minds do. That is why mates feel one another across distance. Why separation feels like illness.” Her gaze drifted knowingly toward me, though Mae had asked. “That is also why denying it can be fatal.” The candles flickered, shadows crawling across the walls. “Not everyone who is recognized should be turned,” the Ancient One said. “But those who ask. Those who step forward and choose the monster willingly—” She leaned toward us, voice lowering. “They almost always survive.” Her eyes locked fully onto mine. “Because the change does not create the darkness,” she said. “It only gives it permission.”