Monsters Inc Randall Novels & Stories

He wasn't certain if Vincent had written the symbols correctly. "I feel like taking a drive to Winterset," he growled firmly. "Okay boss, dress and change forms and I will get the car ready," Anthony said as he handed Randall a stack of folded clothes. Randall shifted from his demon into his tall silver-haired human form. He was an attractive older man and charming, which made him capable of manipulating others very easily. Randall grinned sardonically and decided he would have to go to his son and force him to complete his pledge if necessary.

I said to him, "I'm not scared of you!" Kent said to me. "Oh you should be scared of him, kid. You should see Alpha Derrick in action when we're in the war front killing those blood.... sorry, enemies.... I meant.... you know what, you should just shut the heck up!" Randall said. My cousin was nervous. I have known him well enough to ascertain that he starts blabbing whenever his nervousness gets out of hand. He was one of his kind. "Randall, can you please avoid saying anything? At least until we leave here alive?" I asked him.

In the next second, the double scythe flew over Rain's head. Rain was sure Randall wasn't carrying weapons when he showed up at the bell tower door. The hood of the mantle still covered his face. From under his coat, Randall took out a hand shrouded in mist. From that fog, with great speed, creating a giant double scythe. The scythe that Randal threw hit the monster. One scythe stabbed into the monster's shoulder, and the other hit the flesh of the other wing. The creature turned to Randall with a growl and swayed Erika's hand carrying the chain shackles forward.

He was kind enough not to kill me, so I want to return the favor. The Tormentian blinks blearily at me, then he looks over my shoulder and his eyes widen. “It isn’t for you!” Another hybrid lunges into my side, knocking me off the vampire. What was it with Tormentians and sneak attacks?! “That’s not very sporting, Randall,” the Tormentian on the ground grunts at the large gray wolf. Randall snorts and grips my arm in his teeth, giving it a good shake, his teeth tearing into my flesh.

"Rashka... what have you done?" Rashka's head snapped up, his eyes wide with terror. "No! Randall, stop it!" he pleaded, his voice cracking with desperation. "You made me do it!" But Randall's cries grew louder, echoing through the large chamber. "Help! Someone help!" he bellowed, his voice laced with feigned panic. "Rashka has gone mad! He killed them and tried to kill me, too!" Panic surged through Rashka. He knew what Randall was doing, setting him up as the monster. His gaze darted around the room, searching for an escape, but the heavy oak doors were tightly shut.

I lowered my head as I tried to hide my face from the paparazzi. Carl ran up to me and embraced me. “This is most likely a mistake. You should try again.” He said, and I shook my head as I cried against his chest. “I don’t want to try again,” I uttered firmly. “Randall is dead. This is impossible.” I heard King Edwin uttered loudly, and the hall went quiet for a moment. “Randall isn’t dead!” A loud familiar voice answered, and we all looked in the direction of the voice. “What? How is that possible?”

“Maybe I am playing the damsel, but I told you, I will make sure you have nothing. One by one, I will take everything.” “Cute,” I said sweetly. “Keep telling yourself that, Mila. But don’t forget — I always win.” “If you were winning, Arianna, you wouldn’t be wasting your time talking to me,” Mila ssid, tilting her head. “Maybe you should worry about Gabe. Because I’m not the only reason he’s slipping away.” That landed like a slap. Before I could reply, a scream tore through the rooftop. The crowd parted as Randall staggered toward the pool, clutching his stomach, blood and colorful foam spilling from his mouth. His throat bulged like something was tearing him apart from the inside.

I stammered, “I think, uh, the numbers...” Mr. Saunders raised an eyebrow. “I’m sorry, Miss Monroe, but it seems you haven’t had a chance to familiarise yourself with the proposal. Is there… someone else we should speak with?” His tone was polite, but I could hear the thinly-veiled irritation behind it. “No, no,” I said, flustered, a wave of panic flooding through me. “I... I have the information. It’s just that... I—” My voice faltered as the door creaked open and Randall stepped inside. He moved with the air of someone entirely comfortable, a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

The thought made my chest tighten. Scott asked Ryder to help him fix a slingshot. Ryder obliged, then launched into a long lecture about safety—about controlling strength, about responsibility. Typical werewolf family lessons, disguised as simple advice. Then Randall approached. He handed me a phone, and Sister Claudia’s face appeared on the screen. I was shocked and overjoyed at the same time. Somehow, they had given me this incredibly precious opportunity. “Don’t say anything reckless,” Randall warned. “I’m here to supervise you. If you follow the rules, you’ll get to talk to them often.”

"You sounded like you were about to chew someone out." I take a slow sip of my coffee, letting the heat spread through me. It’s a brief moment of peace before the storm. I shrug, playing it down slightly, but knowing there’s no hiding anything from Luca. "Vee just called. Said I shouldn't go to the dinner." “Vikings Vee?” He asks and I nod. Luca raises an eyebrow, a clear invitation for me to elaborate. "Randall," I say, watching his reaction. "He wants to work with us. First time he’s ever dealt with a mafia group. And apparently, all the other bosses are furious he chose the Ash Mafia."