Monsters In Amnesia: The Dark Descent Novels & Stories

Had he told me all that now, I would’ve come to a very different conclusion. The library felt unusually crowded, like all the Blotters were surrounding me and just as upset as I was. And they were. Using the apps on both the tablet and my phone, they explained the origins of those thuds. Sit tight. I know I did. Turned out the infamous Haunters had been to the Manor twice. Once for their first season, and then again for their hundredth episode, on season five. Apparently, they hadn’t come alone on their last visit. Along with all the production crew and sycophants, Brandon Price had brought a dark attachment he’d picked up at some other location they’d investigated. And while shooting at the

Evie knew that those monsters were familiar on Earth as part of their folklores and legends. “Dark elementals are creatures of the underworld. They are parasites that feed on different things like the shadow lurkers. Those things feed on people’s memories and then take over the host’s body and become a zombie-like existence. If the will of the person infected by it is stronger than normal, he or she will become a monster that feeds on mortals and celestials alike.” Dr. Jensen had an unreadable face most of the time since he was always smiling. This time however, he had a disgusted expression.

"But it's only a dream love. It's not real." "But that wasn't the worst part Dad." Max said sitting up and facing Damon with wide worried eyes. Magnus watched Max, feeling his body tense with a deep feeling of dread. Max wiped his nose with the corner of his blanket as his eyes began to well with tears. "A m-monster came out of the pond...a giant, red beast..." ...with broken wings of dazzling white flames and eyes so dark and merciless, to look upon them would destroy your mind and leave you screaming and writhing in agony... Damon shuddered as Max's monster appeared before his eyes, rising from a pool of pitch and flames.

It's very dark everywhere, but since I'm a werewolf I can still see clearly -I saw goosebumps growing on my arms and I hugged myself. Then it dawned on me, Daphne said a dead body was found around this area last night, could it be the killer is still lurking around? "It's late" I heard a very deep, frightening voice say near my ear. I jumped back and couldn't help the shriek that left my mouth, but before I could grasp what was going on or even get a glimpse of who just spoke in my ear. A hand wrapped around my neck, lifted me off the ground and slammed my back on a tree I didn't take notice of earlier -I closed my eyes and grunt in pain.

I want to relish longer in it and quench my forlorn a whit, but there’s something foul tainting her purity. She’s in duress. I descend like a bullet, smashing through aged concrete and bricks, drilling with immense speed as I run my way down the many levels of the building until I crash into a sturdy flooring that seems to carpet over the maddening stench of rancid demonic aura. Darklings; a numerous amount of them. I crash through the floor like ripping through paper, deftly landing on the soles of my shoes with my frame crouched a little. Harsh sinister whisperings are on a rampant fuss around me as I deliberately rise slowly, linking my mind to Kitra’s strained one.

I rebuke. Her eyes grey bright orange with my remark, and I swear just for a moment her nails grew longer and horns began to form on either side of her head. But she seemed to calm herself and her body returned to its normal state as of nothing had happened. She stood eyes closed breathing deeply. When she opened them again, her brown eyes stared back at me. “Tormund?” She called to her bodyguard, her eyes never leaving my face. No other words were spoken between them, it was as if their conversation was spoken telepathically. He stalked forwards, not stopping to look at Angelique, his eyes were set on me. I stumble backwards, my back hit against a hard, cold surface. He was getting nearer.

“I don’t. Technically, I'm not here either. Whatever you're seeing is a solid projection of me. The real me is sitting in Azazel's living room looking into a mirror. He and the others are working on finding a way to get you out of here. Did you find the other girls?” I shake my head, pointing my hand towards the mountain. “I haven't seen them, but I think they're in there. I just can't find a way inside. I've been looking for a while.” Amara looks at the mountain, her face set in consternation. “Did you see anything else?” I nod, remembering the monster. “Yeah, there were these... monsters. They were seriously scary. They were pacing in front of a circle of crucifixes holding dead bodies. I

“Amelia, the only way to stay safe is to be with me. Along with my friends I will try to chase the demon away. However, for that I need to have an assurance that you will stay in this castle.” Amelia placed a trembling fingertip on her mouth. “There are more of your kind on this earth?” she croaked. “Yes,” he replied quietly. “They were there in the party you attended. The Tozhar Mik.” She gripped her throat and swallowed rapidly. Xavier had mentioned about those folks to her. They all had wings behind them and like a stupid, she thought that those wings were artificial appendages, something to make them stand apart from the crowd. But in reality, they were faes? She turned her head to the s

I stepped onto the slippery stone edge and plunged straight into the deep, dark moon-pool. The water was like liquid ice. Instantly, the ancestral phantoms swirled out of the dark water, forming scary, glowing faces. They screamed inside my brain, weaponizing all my worst, deepest insecurities and my forgotten past. “You are just an unranked stray!” the phantoms hissed, their icy hands clawing at my mind. “You have no history! You are a fraud! You don't belong on the throne!” For a second, I started to sink, the cold water filling my throat as the memories of my old, lonely life tried to drag me down into the dark. But then, deep inside my soul, something clicked. The amnesia didn't matter a

Amora woke up with her cheek pressed against a floor of solid, polished black volcanic glass. The room was massive, shaped like the inside of a hollow tower. High above, there were no windows, only jagged tears in the stone roof that revealed a sky of permanent, twisting gray clouds. This was the dark heart of the northern peaks, the absolute center of the Dark Moon territory. Amora tried to push herself up, but a sharp, burning pain flared across her wrists and ankles.