Monsters Graphic Novels & Stories

Yet that’s what they were doing. The deeper we went, the stranger it got. Ancient murals covered the walls. Some showed giant wolves battling horrors. Others showed queens and alphas under silver moons. Then I noticed something wrong. The monsters were in the carvings too. Not as enemies. As allies. My steps slowed. No. The first monsters were evil. Weren’t they? The giant wolf glanced back, sensing my confusion. His smile returned. “You’ve been lied to, Little Moon.” Chills ran through me. Nobody spoke, because deep down we all feared he was right.

"It doesn't distract. It fuels me. It makes the world clearer. We end this together, and then, we see what remains of the world." The enemies regrouped, their leader—a scarred veteran of a dozen campaigns—bellowing at his men. "The bond makes them monsters! Ignore your fear! Kill them both!" Aziel laughed, a sound devoid of mirth, echoing with the cold authority of a king. "Monsters? You have no idea what monsters truly look like." They charged again. The bond hummed with a mix of raw, animalistic fury and a haunting, quiet tenderness that defied the carnage. Aziel protected Lior’s blind spot; Lior neutralized threats before they could even threaten Aziel.

"Cameron Stuart! Just how much more trouble are you trying to cause me!" Natalie Parker's shrill voice rang in my ears, jolting me awake. The moment I opened my eyes, I saw her raising a bottle of sulfuric acid to splash it on me. Recalling the unbearable agony that overwhelmed me in my previous life, I instinctively reached out to grab the bottle. Still, some of the liquid splashed out anyway, dripping onto my body. I gasped in pain. After exhaling deeply, I clenched my jaw and caught Natalie by the wrist. "Are you mad? You can kill someone if you throw an entire bottle of sulfuric acid at them! Don't you know that?"

Hodor has led their way. The light from the sun has filtered through the high window. The pattern that it creates revealed one huge indescribable monster imprisoned in the cage raised a meter above the ground. On the left side is an array of huge iron cage stuffed with numerous monsters. Most of them have huge sharp teeth ready and hungry to devoure anything; few got wings, but all of them are large monsters that could squeeze a house into the ground.

A big Armies of beasts, vampires and supernaturals were fighting each other brutally, slashing each other's skins, bones and bodies. Her eyes followed the sight of ugly monsters and a few witches. She identified most of them were from Keir’s side. Mason, her brother, was fighting that manticore, the green monster with the tail scorpion. Allison clenched her jaws at that ugly creature who once hurt her.

I’d completely forgotten I’d ordered them. “Sea Monkeys?” Matt said with some scorn. “Seriously?” “Sea Monsters,” I replied, pointing to the box. “I was bored and saw the ad in the back of one of the comics.” Matt took the box and turned it over, scanning the details on the back. “It’s probably just another breed of shrimp,” he said, handing it back to me.

Their ruins—yes, their ruins—would be the only thing to appease the Dragon Lycan King. The pack has since lived in fear, and the fact of the note has remained an open secret among the werewolves. Everyone is fervently praying and hoping that the fearsome Lycan delays his mission of doom. Since the reception of the note, Alpha Xavier has eagerly awaited the arrival of Zanlagar, the seer. Twin Sparks Island can be said to be the strongest pack, but what chance does it possess against the mystical powers of the Drancudie Dynasty? The only chance it has is the seer, and now he is here. At a point like this one, only the seer can say what step can be taken or what could appease the bloodthirsty h

It was massive. Vaulted ceilings stretched high above, with chandeliers that hovered without support. Murals of ancient creatures—phoenixes, leviathans, dragons—covered the walls, moving subtly as if alive. Wooden benches and arched windows lined the room. It felt more like a cathedral to magic than a classroom. Everyone here wore the same badge. I slipped into a seat beside a girl with eyes like molten silver and hair like liquid obsidian twisted into twin knots. She turned to me, smiling with sharp, inhuman teeth. “You’re the screamer.”

Further evidence that he had no care for my feelings. “Yes, she has said there is nothing more she can do now. I have to let my body heal.” I brushed off his concern. “Good, I’m glad to hear it.” “Are you?” I ask abruptly. “Surely a monster like yourself gets sick satisfaction out of others suffering. That is after all your role in the underworld is it not? To make creatures suffer and gain intelligence.” “Of course I am glad you are getting better, why wouldn’t I be? I may be a monster, but I have no wish to see you suffer Avalon.” He seemed amused by my outburst.

"You're a hothead, Nicodra, and a fool." "Untrustworthy," he spits, "unstable... dangerous." "That may be so, but you're the one on your way out," I seethe and plunge the blade into his chest. He yells and coughs until blood spurts from his mouth and trails down his jaw. "It was your mistake-believing you were strong enough." He fights to make words, but the blood clogs his throat. "You're right. We are monsters, but not because we shift into ones, not because the wolf lives inside all of us. What you fear... it's the human."